As soon as he had a good shot, he hit reply and attached the photo to his message.
Nice videos. Here’s a picture of me. More to come after we chat for a bit.
By the time he’d dressed and made himself a cup of tea and a sandwich to hold himself over until Evie’s return, David had replied.
Nice, though I would have liked to see what’s below the waist. Don’t tell me your girl is shy – if there is a girl. There are a lot of men looking for straight men who use couples pictures. If it is her, you’re a lucky man. I’d like to see you both.
Ryan liked the man’s suspicion and liked that he was upfront from the get-go.
I’ve got pictures, but, like I said, it’s her call.
They exchanged messages for an hour, talking likes and dislikes. Ryan was upfront with David as he had been with REDWOLF77. He and Evie were up for just about anything, but it was up to Evie to lead or decide to pass the torch of power. She had submissive tendencies and Ryan was a switch. They were willing to push limits with the B&D, but the S&M would be limited to milder forms.
And Ryan was upfront about his limited experience with men.
Mostly experimental stuff. I had a few experiences with pegging – not with my girl. Other women.
Big?
Average.
Good, because I’m average.
Ryan felt comfortable after he signed off, and when Evie poked her head in with a contrite look he laughed and held out his arm.
‘Come on over here.’
She dropped her messenger bag at the door and crossed the room to tuck into the crook of his arm.
‘I know you said you’re not mad, but –’
‘I’m really not mad. I messaged him. He seems all right, but I think we should make a better profile and talk to other people.’ He wrapped his other arm around her. ‘You up for taking some pictures tonight for our new friend?’
‘Not my face,’ she predictably said and squeezed him tight. ‘I’m glad you didn’t give up. I’m really not up for getting fitted for a strap-on yet. You told him that, right?’
‘It did come up, and yes, I did mention that.’ Unable to stop laughing, he pulled her away from him and cupped her face. ‘Let me kiss the face off you for a minute and then we’ll run out for supper.’
‘Why don’t we order in?’ She ran her hands down his chest, then gave his waistband a snap.
Ryan bit his lip, and Evie tittered.
‘Really? You must have loved what he had to say.’
‘I did, but the fun was before I messaged him. I looked at his videos. Which reminds me, I’ve got to get the bedding out of the dryer. You good to go out?’
‘I suppose, since you’re useless to me.’
‘Give me some time to recharge, and we’ll see where it goes.’
Chapter Five
‘Evie, c’m ’ere!’
‘I’m almost done!’
Ryan leaned back in his computer chair to check her progress in the kitchen, then growled impatiently to see her with her yellow rubber gloves on. Unlike her, he had a dishwasher. It was one of the things that sold him on this place, in addition to its proximity to the hospital, yet she insisted on washing the dishes by hand every damn time.
Even as it irked him, it also charmed the pants off of him. She looked adorable when she tucked her hair up in a clip and snapped on those gloves, and she was a stubborn one, his Evie. She liked things the way she liked them.
But that was Evie. The more time they spent together, the more Ryan started to think that she was the one. He’d never had a girlfriend he trusted enough to share his secrets and quirks with. Evie had rattled them out of him one kiss at a time.
The computer went to sleep and the screen faded to black, and he called for her again.
‘You’re not mopping my floor, are you?’
‘No¸ smartass, and if you give me any more attitude I’m making you go in there and dry.’
She came through the foyer, sans gloves, with her brown hair bouncing His heart gave a little kick at the sight of her. He opened his arms, grateful to have her sliding into his lap.
‘What’s up?’ she asked, but the pink in her cheeks told him that she already suspected that he hadn’t called her into the room to look at some ridiculous video he’d found online.
One hand resting snug on her round ass, Ryan reached across her and brought the computer screen back to life. ‘All set up for our new friend. All we need is a picture and we can meet Rosie and Greg at the movies.’
Evie rested her temple against his and looked at the image on screen. ‘Should we really do it in the living room?’
‘You’re right. Let’s head down to the storage room and make some dungeon porn.’
‘Or I could just get a frying pan and show you what’s what.’ She looped her arms around his neck with a giggle. ‘We’re such threesome snobs, aren’t we? We could have taken ten by now if we lowered our standards.’
‘I’m not lowering my standards. I don’t want some dirty old man rubbing up on us, or some sexually confused soccer dad, and I sure as hell don’t want swingers or swappers.’
‘Snob,’ she repeated, and turned her head to drop a kiss on his brow. Her voice was low and soft as she spoke to him. ‘Should we be dressed? Or dressed down?’
‘Dressed down,’ he said, voice shaking a little as his nervousness bubbled up. ‘You know, we should probably video chat with this guy before we make a commitment.’
Feeling her tense up, Ryan looped his other arm around her. ‘Neck down. Promise.’
‘I suppose I should just loosen up,’ she said quietly and toyed with his collar. ‘Flashing a little skin is nothing compared to what we’re trying to do here.’
‘Everyone has their limits and you get to keep yours. Promise.’ He gave her a squeeze, then reached for his mouse. ‘Now’s as good a time as any.’
A few clicks and he opened up his webcam, then adjusted the screen so that he was only visible from the lips down, while Evie could only be seen from the neck down.
He kept his eyes on the screen as he nudged the top button of her blouse free and then the next.
‘Should I take it off completely?’ she asked as he parted her blouse.
‘Just a little cleavage.’
‘He’s seen my cleavage.’
‘It’s good cleavage.’
He drew the blouse apart. It was a tantalizing peek at the curve of her breast inside her frilly white bra, but Ryan knew firsthand the sort of sins such a peek would put into a man’s head.
‘What about you?’ she asked, giving his collar another tug. ‘Shouldn’t you be showing off a little?’
‘I already did. I’ll show it all off again, we both will, but right now –’ He took hold of the mouse again. ‘Ready?’
‘Mmm-hmm.’
Click.
It was a perfect picture of the two of them, and Ryan realised it was the first they’d taken since they’d become more than just friends. He found himself suddenly a little out of breath and deliriously happy as he stared at the picture, then pressed his nose to her shoulder and breathed in the perfume of her body lotion.
Evie tapped the screen. ‘That’s the smile that’s going to find us the right guy. Everyone loves a boyish smile. We are pretty photogenic together, aren’t we?’
‘I’d say we’re more than photogenic.’ He picked up the wireless mouse and held it in front of her. ‘Care to do the honours?’
With a nervous giggle, Evie twisted around until she had made the perfect seat of his lap. As she uploaded the photo he ran his hands over her hips and stayed quiet, content to let the closeness of her body work its magic on his. By the time she had finished and sent the picture to David’s mailbox, he was hard and aching to be let loose.
Evie leaned back and twisted her head towards him. ‘There. Now time for the NC-17 ones.’
‘You want me to go first?’
Her shy look turned sly. ‘Can’t we do it together?’
He clamped down on her waist and held her in place as he butted the bulge in his jeans against her barely-there shorts. ‘I’m up for it if you are.’
He tugged on her shirt. ‘What do I have to do to get you out of this?’
‘Not much,’ she said, and rolled her eyes as he laughed. ‘I mean, all you have to do is take yours off, too.’
‘You’ve got yourself a deal.’
In a quick swoop he rid her of her blouse, then urged her up so he could get rid of his.
‘Your trousers, too,’ she urged him as she dragged her shorts down to her ankles. She wore sheer pink panties that Ryan couldn’t wait to slip his fingers into.
She resumed her seat, and didn’t object as he quickly discarded her matching bra.
‘Hit the camera,’ he told her.
She obeyed, and as the computer beeped out its delay, he ran his hands over her ribs and cupped her tits just as the screen flashed. ‘Are you up for one without being covered up?’
She hummed her response as he worked her soft nipples into hard peaks and kissed just below her ear. The layers between them seemed like a mountain of padding as she rocked a little against his erection, and his cock throbbed in anticipation of that warm, wet slide that waited for him.
3…2…1
As soon as the photo was in thumbnail at the bottom of the program, Evie tipped her head back and parted her lips, welcoming the glide of his tongue as he finally tucked his fingers beneath her waistband.
‘This photo shoot got me so horny,’ she murmured against his mouth.
‘Maybe we should start a blog like the one we’ve been following,’ he suggested.
‘God, I couldn’t do what those two do on camera.’
Stroking her fat clit, Ryan smiled. ‘We’re just as dirty as they are.’
‘I’d start laughing and I wouldn’t be able to stop.’ Her giggle was stopped as he worked his fingers around her clit.
With a small moan, Evie clamped her legs together. Whether it was to stop the motion of his fingers or to stop him if he did something crazy like retreat, he wasn’t sure.
Somewhere in the apartment, his cellphone trilled out an old rock song. They ignored it. He had her swollen and slick, and he had no intention of stopping until she was quaking and whimpering for him to stop.
He closed his eyes and lost himself in her wet heat. Fingers, tongue, cock, it didn’t matter: no paradise could compare to being inside her.
‘That’s probably Rosie,’ she murmured.
‘I have an idea,’ he said breathlessly. ‘Let’s post on Facebook that we’re dead. That way no one will expect us to come out and be social when we really want to just stay in bed all the time.’
He stole away her reply as he joined all fingers together and used them against her, dragging out a moan that resonated through her entire body.
He hadn’t wanted to go out with their friends to begin with, and he’d have his way once he had her in bed. If he could restrain himself, he’d have her hard and slow until the sun went down and she lolled in the sweaty sheets, too tired to get dressed and go out.
‘Ready for another one?’
‘Another…oh. Like this?’
He withdrew his slick fingers from inside her panties, then hooked the band of fabric between her legs aside.
‘No, like this.’
This time she clamped her hand on his wrist and squeezed hard enough that he knew she meant business.
‘The pictures are all me. What about you?’
He gave her a nudge and she hovered over him, hands planted on the arm of the chair.
‘Just one more,’ he said, and brought her back on to his lap so his cock jutted between her legs. ‘Pull your panties over.’
She obliged without argument, and without direction she set the webcam again.
‘Three,’ she counted off, showing far more restraint than he was feeling at the moment.
Three seconds with his shaft nestled against her wet pussy seemed like a lifetime.
Two seconds and he was tempted to lift her over him and drive up hard and fast.
One second and he bit down on her shoulder.
Evie gasped, and with the snap of the picture being captured he unseated her, wrenched her panties down and corked her with the head of his aching shaft.
‘Fucking wheels,’ he ground through his teeth as the chair made it impossible to get a decent foothold.
Evie grasped the desk in front of her by its edges, and never before had he been so grateful he’d gone with the hulking old desk instead of a flimsy Ikea table. With her grip solid, Ryan’s hatred of the chair quickly morphed into love. With every thrust of her hips the chair jerked back, and the next brought him home again. He held on to her hips to keep from careening and let her drive completely.
‘Wait – just –’
Breathless with laughter, Evie sank down over him. In the hot clutch of her sex Ryan felt faint. He rolled his eyes and moaned as she fidgeted, then joined her laughter as the chair slowly sank.
‘Better,’ she said with one final giggle, and Ryan was completely at her mercy as she pushed up on to the balls of her feet.
‘Oh, my God, Evie,’ he hissed through his teeth as she bounced over him. ‘God, no one has ever done to me what you do to me.’
‘Payback,’ she joked, and went forward far enough to treat him to the sight of their bodies joined together.
Releasing his grip on her hips, Ryan clutched the arms of the chair. Through the building chaos her body inflicted upon his, he wondered if she’d ever longed to strap him down and really have her way with him. Perhaps, with a partner to guide her, Evie would return all the glorious torment he had inflicted upon her over the last few months. He could picture her in that frilly pink and black garter kit he loved so much, tapping the crop with the heart-shaped bit at the end against lips painted red to match, gazing down on him and trying to work out where to start while her partner in crime watched patiently behind her.
Biting his lip, he held on to that fantasy as she took and took and took, until the desperate sounds she made formed words – pleading and begging for him to make her come even as she held all the power.
Like flicking a switch and turning the lights off on his desire for her to own him, her pleas made him hungry to give her what she wanted. Yet he didn’t push up. He looked past her to the screen where the webcam app was still up and watched her face – lips pursed and lashes fluttering as her ride slowed down. She frowned and opened her eyes, and with a surprised look her gaze swept aside to his double on screen.
Then she reached out and touched the keyboard. A little red circle appeared at the bottom of the screen, and Ryan grinned.
Video.
‘This isn’t for anyone else,’ she whispered, and rose up until she had only the head corking her.
Ryan entwined his hand in her hair as he bucked up. ‘Just for me.’
He kept his eyes on the screen as he pounded into her, watching her ever-changing expression. One minute she looked like she was in the most beautiful agony ever, and the next she was feral.
As the rest of her body went taut, her passage throbbed and in her climax she soaked him, leaving a slippery seat upon his thighs and against his belly.
His grip remained on her hair as hers on the desk slackened, and Ryan saw stars as he emptied into her.
Once he caught his breath, he met her grin onscreen.
‘I didn’t plan to do a full-on porn,’ he joked.
‘Me neither.’ Groaning, she got up from her throne and kicked her shorts aside, then turned the camera off. ‘You know, you could probably take a screenshot of that video, crop most of my face out of it, and send it to our new friend.’
Genuinely surprised, Ryan laughed and tossed his shorts alongside hers. ‘This guy gets a picture of you coming but I don’t?’
‘What would you rather have: a picture of me coming, or the live show every time?’
‘Good point.’
When she returned, swimming in a pair of his pyjama bottoms, he gave up his seat for her.
‘I’ll let you do the honours again,’ he said with a sweeping gesture for her to sit, then made his retreat.
He was still in the bathroom when she appeared in the door. ‘It took less than three minutes to get a reply from him.’
‘Did he like?’
‘Oh, he liked. Sent a picture of how much he liked.’ She came up behind him in the mirror and ran both hands along the hump of his ass.
Ryan rubbed against her. ‘I want to chat with him a little more and see if any red flags pop up, but…’
She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek between his shoulder blades, and he could feel her deep breaths against him as she mustered up her courage.
‘And extend an invitation?’
‘If you’re OK with that. We could meet him somewhere first, maybe go for a drink.’
‘I don’t want to go out somewhere to meet him.’
Ryan turned and cupped her face. There was still a little uncertainty there, but only on the fringes. She had that fearless look now, determination in her bright eyes and pink cheeks.
‘We could set up a video chat,’ he suggested, ‘or I could just go check him out on my own.’
‘I thought you just said –’
‘Just a meeting.’
She nodded. ‘I think you should meet him alone. I’ll be OK with you there, but you have to be comfortable.’
‘We both have to be comfortable,’ he insisted, but he did like the idea of getting a good look at David before introducing him to Evie, getting a feel for the man in person. ‘I’ll arrange a coffee date.’
The corner of her mouth quirked. ‘I’m sending my boyfriend on a date.’
‘So he can bring him home and love you up,’ he added, laughing.
Evie collapsed against him, her whole body vibrating as her giggles erupted in the hollow acoustics of the bathroom.
‘This is not what normal people do,’ she spluttered.
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