Theo looks at me before blinking numerous times. With a grin of disbelief, he shakes his head. “What?”
“My character’s name is Aralin, Master of Fire. The girl you’ve been talking to since June.”
“I don’t understand,” he mumbles. “That’s not possible.”
“Your favorite color is forest green,” I blurt out, and his posture stiffens. “Your birthday is August 3rd. Your mom is a nurse, and you hate scary movies.”
Silence settles between us. The chatter around the room seems to grow louder, but it doesn’t match the thumping of my heart.
This is the same guy I’ve confided in for months, someone I thought I would never meet in person, but here he is. He’s real, and he’s right here.
“Your favorite color is periwinkle.” His response causes my cheeks to burn. “You have two sisters who don’t give you the time of day, you love cartoons, and your mom is my mortal enemy.”
I chuckle, and his smile returns. “It’s me,” I say.
With a deeper tone than I thought he would have, he responds, “And it’s me.”
Chapter Three
Theo
“Fuck,”I groan as my face scrunches.
I weave my hand into Lucy’s long blonde hair, trying to guide her so she doesn’t scrape her teeth against my cock. . . again. A low grumble leaves my lips, and it’s not because I’m enjoying myself. She’s usually good at this, so why is she switching up her technique all of a sudden?
She puckers her lips around the tip of my cock as she looks up at me with her light caramel eyes. A sight like this would have an average guy coming instantly.
Instead, I throw my head back to avoid her gaze.
“You like that, baby?” She hums while kissing the side of my length and stroking it from the base to the tip.
“Mhm,” I grunt before looking toward the camera, ensuring it’s still recording. “I’m definitely about to come,” I say, but it’s a lie.
Forcing my eyes shut, I attempt to focus on the lingering pleasure. I imagine how it would feel if I were deep in her pussy, her cries as I fucked her senseless. But nothing. Instead, the vein in my forehead throbs, and I sigh in frustration as she begins to work her lips over my dwindling erection.
“Fuck me, I’m gonna come.”
She pulls back and strokes me again.
I’ve never done this before, so I have to think quick on my feet. “Turn around and arch that back. I want to come on your ass.”
With an eager smile, she flips around and lifts her ass in the air. I run my hand over my cock, hoping I don’t have to do this, but the sensation dies and my length softens. I reach for my bottle of unscented lotion and cover the sound of popping the lid by moaning.
“That’s it.Fuck, I’m coming.” With a series of groans, I squeeze the lotion bottle, which splatters along the small of her back.
She wiggles her ass, and before she can turn around, I toss the bottle behind me and pretend to finish myself off.
“How does it look?” she asks, peering back at me.
I grab the camera and act like I’m zooming in. “So fucking hot, baby.”
With a click of a button, I delete the footage. I’ll tell her there was a technical difficulty; if anything, we’ll try again later. I grab a towel and clean her off before she can get a proper look.
With my help, she stands upright and places a small kiss on my cheek. “How was that, darling?”
“It was good,” I say as I walk toward the en suite bathroom .
“Just good?” she calls out.
