Secret Surrender (The Forever Book 2)

by Priscilla West

  I’d watched soft-core porn on a few occasions. While it was nice, it never became a habit. I didn’t think the visual stimulation was strong enough. However, watching Vincent undress and touch himself could change that opinion.

  He raised the camera back to his face. “Your turn, Kristen.”

  I gulped. He’d followed through on his part so now I had to. I started to wish the glass of water I’d brought to my bedroom had been spiked with alcohol. Prickles ran across my skin. Was it getting hotter in here again?

  Nervously, my hands moved to the next button on my shirt and were preparing to undo it when he interrupted me.

  “Do it on the bed.”

  Okay. . . sure. . .

  Pliant to his command, I straightened from my chair and padded softly to the bed. I tried a few different seductive positions, but couldn’t figure out one that I felt was both comfortable and sexy. I’d never done this before and it turned out to be harder than I anticipated. “How do you want me?”

  “Kneel down on the bed with your knees apart. Straighten your hips. Don’t sit back on your heels.”

  His instructions were oddly detailed and precise. I briefly wondered if he’d done this cyber-show thing before and if so, with who. But the impatience in his words didn’t give me a lot of time to think, instead they spurred my actions. He knew what he wanted from me and I was eager to please him.

  I unbuttoned the next button, then the next. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it in an alluring way or not but I saw the desire in his face grow after each button was freed.

  “You’re so beautiful, Kristen,” he said, as if reading my insecurity. “You have nothing to be self-conscious about. Everything you do is sexy.”

  Finally I pulled my blouse away from my chest and then off my shoulders, intending to slip the garment from my arms.

  “Easy. Take your time,” he said in a low rasp, eyes intense and unblinking. “Let me enjoy you.”

  I slowly finished removing my shirt and dropped it to the bed beside me. My pulse was beating rapidly and my stomach was a bundle of coils. I was still in the kneeling position he liked but now only in my bra and shorts. How far was this going to go?

  “You’re making me so hard, Kristen.”

  Wasn’t he already hard? How could he be even harder? Curious to see my effect on him, I asked, “Can you show me?”

  He aimed his camera downward and I saw his cock again. It was somehow firmer, longer, and more savage-looking than before. A faint trace of precum made the tip glisten. A surge of arousal ran through me.

  He then adjusted the camera and scooted his chair backward so that both his face and lap were on screen.

  “Can you see it? Can you see how hard you make me?” he growled. He brought one hand down to his lap and fisted his member. He began slowly stroking himself, eagerness making him forget to lube his palm. I was shocked he was masturbating in front of me. This wasn’t just a camera show anymore; this was turning into cyber-sex. Fast.

  I’d always thought the idea was silly—two people telling each other what they’d like to be doing to the other and each performing the action on themselves. It seemed more masturbation than sex, which didn’t seem very appealing. But the deepening ache in my loins disagreed.

  I’d never watched a guy jerk-off before and the sight of Vincent doing it, made me a little curious and a lot aroused. Although his strokes were slow and short, he was rougher with himself than I would be with him.

  “I can see it.”

  “Touch your tits as I touch my cock. Make me harder.”

  Emboldened by the sight of his arousal, I began rubbing my breasts over the bra for him, pushing them up and squeezing them together in suggestive motions. It felt natural and sexy.

  He grunted approval.

  I reached across my chest and undid the clasp. I pulled the bra off and laid it gently on top of my blouse but covered my breasts with my hands.

  “No hands, Kristen,” he commanded, impatience and lust dripping from his voice.

  I was getting into this, not just turned-on but also having fun. I was doing something risky I’d never done before and I was beginning to see the appeal. It was making me bold in a way I’d never expected. Having Vincent giving me orders for his pleasure made me want to do the same for him.

  “You first, Vincent. No hands.”

  “What?” He continued pumping himself while drinking in the sight of me.

  I wagged my finger playfully at him. “You heard me. No touching yourself until I say so.”

  His fist stopped its motions and he furled his brows. “Why?”

  I smiled. “I want to tease you like you enjoy teasing me.”

  “Are you trying to kill me?”

  My smile widened. “You’re so melodramatic.”

  “Damn it Kristen, you can’t expect me to watch you touching yourself and not allow me to jerk-off. That’s like putting a bone in front of a dog and asking him to sit still. It’s cruel.”

  I was amused by his analogy. The image of Vincent Sorenson on a leash at my beck and call certainly had its appeal. “Be a good boy and you’ll get your reward. Okay?”

  He grumbled then sighed heavily, his cock still hard as ever. “I don’t like it. . . but fine. I’ll do it for you.”

  “Thank you.” Seeing him comply, I slowly removed my hands from across my chest, allowing my breasts to be fully exposed to the camera.

  His jaw clenched and his cock twitched making me both fascinated and aroused by his male anatomy.

  I began rubbing my breasts in circles, taking time to caress the hardened tips. I was feeling desirable from the yearning in his gaze.

  Spotting the glass of water by my bedside, I reached over, pulled out an ice cube, and watched his eyes widen. The cold sensation between my fingers felt good in the warm air. I raised the cube to my chest and sucked in a deep breath when the cold touched my nipple. A surge of arousal heated my core and I squeezed my thighs together. I slowly circled the ice around the hardened tip, relishing the frigid bite on my fevered skin.

  Vincent was chewing his bottom lip so hard I thought he’d draw blood. “You’re so seductive, Kristen. I’d give my own two thumbs just to taste you.”

  He clenched his fists by his side, straining against the desire to touch himself. His discipline was admirable and his desperate desire was making me scorch.

  “I want my tongue and mouth all over your breasts. I want to nibble gently on those hardened tits,” he grunted. “Pinch them for me.”

  I placed the ice back in the glass and did as he asked, imagining Vincent’s sinful mouth in place of my hands. Soft moans escaped my lips as I pinched my nipples and tweaked them a little roughly like I knew he would do if he were here. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and a slight edge of pain.

  “You’re doing so well,” he said, voice straining with lust.

  “So are you,” I cooed, seeing his palms on his thighs, fingernails digging into the skin in resistance. His usual calm expression looked tortured.

  “You don’t know how difficult this is for me.”

  “Never had to wait for something you wanted?”

  “Never wanted anything so damn much.”

  Still in the kneeling position Vincent liked, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slid both the shorts and the panties underneath down. I had to lean back to kick them off giving him a full view of myself, which I knew he appreciated. Fully naked before the camera, I resumed the familiar kneeling position.

  “Your body’s driving me insane.”

  “What would you do if you were here? Right now?”

  “I’d use my tongue to take care of that throbbing clit of yours. It needs special attention.”

  I began rubbing easy circles around my clit with my fingers, imagining Vincent’s expert tongue on that sensitive spot. “Feels good, Vincent.”

  “I can imagine it. The sweet taste of your cunt on my lips.” He licked his lips decadently. “My mouth’s wat
ering just thinking about it. That’s what you do to me, Kristen.”

  “Mmhmm. . . I like your mouth on me. It feels so good.” I increased the pace of my fingers on my clit.

  “You’re so greedy. I see it in your eyes. I know you want more. Put two fingers inside yourself. That’s my tongue burying inside you.”

  Without skipping a beat, I obeyed his command, thrusting two fingers into my wet, aching sex. “Ohhh, Vincent.” My other hand began rubbing my breasts. It was as much for his pleasure as it was for mine.

  I wasn’t sure how long I was going to make him wait to pleasure himself. He looked like he was about to explode in more ways than one.

  “You can touch yourself now, Vincent,” I said, breaths uneven. “I think I’ve teased you long enough.”

  He gritted his teeth. “No. You need to come first. I have to see the look on your face when you come thinking about me. You’re going to come first, then we’re going to come together.”

  “Yes,” I breathed, feeling my orgasm approaching dangerously fast. I hadn’t even had one yet and he was telling me I was going to have two. I would’ve doubted my body could manage such a feat if Vincent hadn’t made me come twice in quick succession Monday night. The idea of having two orgasms made my mind swirl and the pleasure from my fingers intensified.

  I stared into his gaze, mesmerized by what I saw. He wasn’t just drinking in my image with those intense brown eyes; he was ravaging me in his thoughts and I could almost feel it.

  “I’m getting close, Vincent,” I panted.

  “I see it. Do it. But don’t close your eyes. Watch me as I watch you come.”

  My fingers found a sensitive spot deep inside. They focused on that one area, increasing their pace as pleasure ripped through my body. I could feel myself approaching the edge fast, the force from Vincent’s gaze pushing me to a perilous cliff.

  “Oh God!” My hand gripped my breast as my orgasm slammed into me. I watched him through tear-filled eyes; watched his dark gaze burrow into mine, his pained expression turn desolate. I heard him release a strangled cry as a bead of semen erupted from the tip of his cock. I thought he would reach to shield it but his hands remained obediently on his thighs. Left untouched, the cum trickled along the underside of his erection. It wasn’t a full release, but it was more than just precum.

  It then occurred to me that he’d come without any touch—just the sight of me was enough.

  “Jesus, Kristen. You see what you do to me? You see what you do to my god damn cock? You make me lose control.”

  Still a little blurry-eyed, I said, “I see it, Vincent. It’s so hot. It’s making me want to touch myself again.” While still in my post-climax bliss, I began to rub my clit again. It was a little numb but it still felt good and the pleasure was getting better by the second.

  He growled approval. “Don’t stop. I’m going to touch myself now. I’m going to imagine that sweet cunt of yours wrapping around me tightly.” He took his right hand and gathered the cum along the underside of his member and swirled it around the length of the shaft and the surface of the head for lubrication.

  “This,” he said holding up his hand, fingers together and half-way curled with thumb across the top, “Can’t compare to you. But we’re both going to use our imaginations. Watch yourself sit on my lap. ”

  He slowly brought the tunnel he made with his hand down to his lap where it hovered right above his erection. I watched with heated anticipation as the soft but firm opening gave a little as he slid his fist over the head, wrapping the girth tightly. The explicit image made my body recall how it felt to have him enter me for the first time. The size and fullness was mind-scrambling.

  He wrapped his fingers around his member and began smoothly stroking himself while bucking his hips forward with each movement to penetrate the tight enclosure.

  The detailed visual made it easier for me to imagine myself spread across his lap, eagerly bouncing up and down as I savored the delicious experience of being impaled by Vincent. I timed the thrusts of my fingers into myself with his strokes, making the situation seem more real.

  As the pleasure grew, my knees began to fatigue so I leaned back, supporting my weight on one elbow with my legs spread wide.

  “I like that position even better.” He grinned.

  He continued pumping his cock at an insistent but leisurely pace, both of us enjoying the physical pleasure and visual stimulation. Our breathing was stuttered and we were both sweating.

  I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded from the heat and dizzying eroticism so I reached over to my nightstand to take a sip from my glass of water.

  “Getting hot?” he growled.

  “You know it,” I panted, fingers still working inside my pussy. “Air conditioning broke earlier today.”

  “What if you took some of that water and poured it on yourself?”

  I giggled at his distinctly male suggestion. “And get my bed all wet? I’m all for your creative ideas but I think that one’s a little impractical. I don’t want to sleep in soggy sheets.”

  “It combines my two favorite things. Water. And you.”

  “I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”

  “Surprise me.”

  I thought about what else I could do to stimulate him. Then I remembered I had my vibrator in my nightstand. Nobody except Riley knew I had it but after seeing Vincent pleasure himself, I felt comfortable showing it to him. I leaned over and pulled the smooth silver rod out.

  I held it up for him. “This is smaller than you. But we’ll both use our imaginations,” I said, mimicking his words.

  His pleasure-tortured expression became laced with fascination.

  I switched the toy on and brought the buzzing tip to my entrance. Immediately, the vibrations on my sensitive folds surged through me, fueling my arousal. I used it to massage my clit for a little while then eager for a feeling of fullness, I thrust it inside myself. My head tilted back and I moaned. Cries of ecstasy escaped my throat, some coherent, some not, but I was sure I heard Vincent’s name several times.

  “I guess this means I win the bet,” he said with dark lust, breaths heavy and fist pumping hard. Beads of sweat dotted his brows and a few strands of his wavy hair were matted to his cheeks. “You’re masturbating while thinking about me.”

  “If you recall, I never took that bet,” I replied, barely able to catch my breath or my mind for that matter. I licked my lips because all the moaning had made them dry. “And if I did, I would’ve lost anyway when you called my work phone that day.”

  “I knew it.” His mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Your voice gets this tiny rasp when you’re turned-on.”

  My face grew shamefully hot but embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop my hands from shoving the vibrator in and out of myself. If anything, it fueled the heat burning in my core. “No it doesn’t.”

  But then I heard it.

  “Just like that.” He laughed. Then abruptly groaned from the stimulation. “Just like that. . .” His voice trailed off in a whispered moan.

  The erotic sound of his cries vibrated through me making me tremble and clench tighter around the silver cock inside me. Like before, I timed the thrusts of the toy with Vincent’s strokes. The pleasure was stronger than it was when I was using my fingers and I could already feel myself approaching another climax.

  “Come for me, Kristen. I’m right there with you.”

  Vincent’s strokes grew frantic and urgent and so did my thrusts. It was just me before, but now we were both now edging toward a cliff.

  “Kristen, you’re making me lose it,” he cried.

  The vibrations from his voice combined with the vibrations from the toy drove me over the edge. “Vincent, I’m coming!”

  “Fuck Fuck Fuck.”

  Right before my world darkened, I saw him desperately try to cup the tip of his cock with his hand and semen bursting violently from the gaps between his fingers onto his lap and keyboard. He howled a chok
ed cry of both pain and relief as my eyes rolled back into my head from my own orgasm. I heard his heavy panting and soft groans through my speakers as I laid on the bed, feeling like I couldn’t move.

  After a few minutes, he spoke. “Jesus, Kristen. I need to get a towel because of you. Maybe a new laptop.”

  I’d recovered enough energy to prop myself halfway up. My limbs still felt wobbly but I was eager to look at him. I smiled. “I’m sorry. I guess I owe you one.”

  “Don’t be. I’d buy a new laptop every day if I could see you touching yourself.”

  “You’re so sweet.” I grinned.

  “I don’t think Mr. Waddles approves of me anymore after what I had you do.”

  I laughed and glanced at the plush puffin on my desk where I left him. Lifeless eyes hid recent trauma. “He’ll get over it. I enjoyed it. You might say I found the experience thrilling.”

  Vincent winked at me then got up from his chair to grab a towel. I got a peek at his firm backside which made me consider going for round three, but my boneless body protested. I went to the bathroom and quickly washed up. Moments later, Vincent returned to the screen in his boxer-briefs and began cleaning up the evidence of our session.

  “So have you done this before?” I asked as I tugged on fresh pajamas and took a seat at my desk. “You know, this whole cyber sex thing?”

  “This was a first for me. I wouldn’t take a risk like this unless it was worth it.”

  “You could’ve fooled me, it sounded like you knew exactly what you were doing.”

  “Sometimes you just follow your instincts,” he said, smiling.

  A yawn bubbled up to my mouth and I tried to stifle it with my hand.

  “Are you going be able to sleep?” he asked. “I would’ve liked to be there to keep you warm, but unfortunately we’re apart.”

  “I appreciate the thought but I don’t think I’m going to have any trouble falling asleep tonight.” My hand covered another yawn. “I think you wore me out.”

  “I told you I can be very demanding.”

  “If only I’d known what you meant back then at your office.”