more.”
“I have my fingers in my pussy, too. I’m imagining a vibrator in there and your cock in my arse. You fucking me until I scream.” There, I’d said it.
“Oh, God.” His tone was throttled with lust.
“Close your eyes, Jacob. I want you to imagine it. Picture me finger-fucking my cunt and moving the butt plug in and out. It…ah…it’s fucking nice . I wish you were here. I wish you were here so badly, doing all of this to me and being that horrible, crazy man.”
“Believe me, so do I.” I heard him swallow tightly. “But tell me more. I want to hear your voice. Talk dirty to me again, like we did in the hotel room, when I had you against the window. I loved the way you spoke, the words that fell from your mouth.”
“Why, what was so special about it?”
“It was so honest. Raw and bare-boned. I need it again. I need that part of you again like I need my next breath.”
His desperation, his need, seemed to reach through the phone line and cocoon me. I wanted to give him relief and I wanted to give him that part of me. It sounded like he needed both pretty badly.
“Take your cock out of your pants. Grip it—hard—and hand-fuck yourself. Jerk fast, so your thumb rubs the ridge of the head, and when you move your hand back down, I want you to feel the softness of your bollocks on the side of your hand. Do it, Jacob. Do it now while I fuck both my holes. And speak to me like I’m just a body held captive for your perverse pleasure. Like I was in the alley.”
“Ah, fuck! You filthy, dirty little bitch. If I had you again in that alley, I’d—”
“You’d what? Sink your dick inside me? Which hole? Which one do you really want?”
“I want both. I love your wet pussy, but I want to try your tight arsehole. Yeah, push inside until I can’t push anymore, then pump until the pain goes away and you feel nothing but pure pleasure.”
He wants the same as me, then.
“Are you fisting yourself?” I asked, by now jabbing the butt plug in and out, my other hand playing over my clit. That was dangerous territory, as my throbbing bud was just about ready to burst. “Is your cock getting harder the more you play with it?”
He didn’t answer right away. The sound of his tattered breaths filtered into our room, and a crinkle, perhaps of the quilt or his shirt as he worked himself over.
“Yes,” he managed, voice tight with lust and his concentration.
“Good. I’m going to come soon. Come good and hard. Imagine how I smell.”
“I can smell you. Jesus, yes, I can smell you. Dirty bitch. Dirty…fucking…whore…of a…bitch.”
His jagged speech turned me on more, and I rubbed my clit, circular movements interspersed with up and down. “God, I’m close. So fucking close.” I thrust the butt plug harder, with faster strokes. “My arsehole’s raw, so damn hot and raw.”
“Your cunt. How’s your cunt?”
“Wet. Dripping. I want you inside it. I…ah… God, I can’t—”
“Come, bitch. Come for me. With me. Ah…uh-uh-uh…”
He’d reached the point of no return, a long, drawn out groan finishing his stuttered grunts. A garbled sound, one he made in his throat when he came, was drowned out by my sharp cry of pleasure as excitement spiralled in my clit and burst, spreading into my belly, my legs, and deep inside me. My arse clamped the plug hard, and I arched my back, abandoning the toy so I could pinch my nipples at the same time as I rubbed my clit faster, harder.
I hit the peak, thinking of Jacob doing the same, cum jetting out of him to land on his belly. The way he shunted his hips up with each expulsion, knuckles getting whiter, face screwed up with the intensity of his orgasm. I breathed out moans, my own orgasm fading, heart beating wildly and my legs trembling. My clit was too sensitive to touch now, and I moved my hand, caressing my stomach, then reaching down to take out the plug. It came free with a lube-wet plop, and I dropped it onto the bed and rolled
“I have my fingers in my pussy, too. I’m imagining a vibrator in there and your cock in my arse. You fucking me until I scream.” There, I’d said it.
“Oh, God.” His tone was throttled with lust.
“Close your eyes, Jacob. I want you to imagine it. Picture me finger-fucking my cunt and moving the butt plug in and out. It…ah…it’s fucking nice . I wish you were here. I wish you were here so badly, doing all of this to me and being that horrible, crazy man.”
“Believe me, so do I.” I heard him swallow tightly. “But tell me more. I want to hear your voice. Talk dirty to me again, like we did in the hotel room, when I had you against the window. I loved the way you spoke, the words that fell from your mouth.”
“Why, what was so special about it?”
“It was so honest. Raw and bare-boned. I need it again. I need that part of you again like I need my next breath.”
His desperation, his need, seemed to reach through the phone line and cocoon me. I wanted to give him relief and I wanted to give him that part of me. It sounded like he needed both pretty badly.
“Take your cock out of your pants. Grip it—hard—and hand-fuck yourself. Jerk fast, so your thumb rubs the ridge of the head, and when you move your hand back down, I want you to feel the softness of your bollocks on the side of your hand. Do it, Jacob. Do it now while I fuck both my holes. And speak to me like I’m just a body held captive for your perverse pleasure. Like I was in the alley.”
“Ah, fuck! You filthy, dirty little bitch. If I had you again in that alley, I’d—”
“You’d what? Sink your dick inside me? Which hole? Which one do you really want?”
“I want both. I love your wet pussy, but I want to try your tight arsehole. Yeah, push inside until I can’t push anymore, then pump until the pain goes away and you feel nothing but pure pleasure.”
He wants the same as me, then.
“Are you fisting yourself?” I asked, by now jabbing the butt plug in and out, my other hand playing over my clit. That was dangerous territory, as my throbbing bud was just about ready to burst. “Is your cock getting harder the more you play with it?”
He didn’t answer right away. The sound of his tattered breaths filtered into our room, and a crinkle, perhaps of the quilt or his shirt as he worked himself over.
“Yes,” he managed, voice tight with lust and his concentration.
“Good. I’m going to come soon. Come good and hard. Imagine how I smell.”
“I can smell you. Jesus, yes, I can smell you. Dirty bitch. Dirty…fucking…whore…of a…bitch.”
His jagged speech turned me on more, and I rubbed my clit, circular movements interspersed with up and down. “God, I’m close. So fucking close.” I thrust the butt plug harder, with faster strokes. “My arsehole’s raw, so damn hot and raw.”
“Your cunt. How’s your cunt?”
“Wet. Dripping. I want you inside it. I…ah… God, I can’t—”
“Come, bitch. Come for me. With me. Ah…uh-uh-uh…”
He’d reached the point of no return, a long, drawn out groan finishing his stuttered grunts. A garbled sound, one he made in his throat when he came, was drowned out by my sharp cry of pleasure as excitement spiralled in my clit and burst, spreading into my belly, my legs, and deep inside me. My arse clamped the plug hard, and I arched my back, abandoning the toy so I could pinch my nipples at the same time as I rubbed my clit faster, harder.
I hit the peak, thinking of Jacob doing the same, cum jetting out of him to land on his belly. The way he shunted his hips up with each expulsion, knuckles getting whiter, face screwed up with the intensity of his orgasm. I breathed out moans, my own orgasm fading, heart beating wildly and my legs trembling. My clit was too sensitive to touch now, and I moved my hand, caressing my stomach, then reaching down to take out the plug. It came free with a lube-wet plop, and I dropped it onto the bed and rolled
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