Sasha:There she is. *heart eyes emoji*
Rolling my eyes, I tossed the phone on the bed. Stripping down on my way to the bathroom, I turned on the hot water in the shower and let the steam surround me for a minute before getting in. Warmth cascaded over my skin, and I leaned against the wall, letting the steady flow ease the stiff muscles of my back. My eyes closed in bliss, but I jolted when my shoulder dislodged, and I realized I was falling asleep standing.
Making quick work of washing my hair and soaping down the rest of my body, I turned off the water before grabbing a towel and drying off. I was running a comb through my tangled, wet hair when my phone buzzed again.
Lord. What now?
Blowing out a breath, I decided it might be best to put my phone on do-not-disturb mode for the rest of the night. That way, he could message me to his heart’s content, and I wouldn’t see it until morning.
But when I flipped it over to engage that setting, I frowned at the text awaiting me.
Sasha:Tag. You’re it. *Video Attachment*
“What in the world?”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in a towel, I pressed play on the video he sent.
The sound of smacking flesh registered before my eyes processed what I was seeing.
“Oh, Gemma. You feel so fucking good, baby.” The moaned words had me gasping as both hands flew to my face, and the phone clattered to the floor, landing facedown.
Did he? No, he couldn’t have.
“Just like that. You know how I like it.” Sasha’s voice floated up at me from the discarded electronic.
Oh my God. He did!
He sent me a video of himself jerking off!
The noises got louder, grunts and groans intermixed with murmured words as he drew closer to climax.
I didn’t know what possessed me, but I found myself reaching down to scoop up the phone, not wanting to miss the show.
Flipping the screen, I finally took a good look at the man sprawled out in bed in what appeared to be a hotel room, using his hand to pleasure himself, my name on his lips. The camera must’ve been propped up on a lamp on the bedside table, the angle showing Sasha from the shoulders down.
I couldn’t deny he was a gorgeous specimen. Golden skin stretched over defined muscles from head to toe. Tattooed forearm rippling with the effort to work his cock.
Oh, God. That cock.
My thighs pressed together at the memory of it between them, driving impossibly deep before taking me to heights I’d thought didn’t exist. My mouth filled with saliva, the taste of him still ghosting over my tongue.
The man was making me lose all sense of reason. Never in my life had I allowed a man to come inside me, pussy or mouth, yet in the past twenty-four hours, I’d granted him the pleasure of both.
I was losing my goddamn mind.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.”
Biting my lip, I had the best seat in the house when his strokes increased in pace, tugging on his dick near violently until his thighs tensed, hips bucking as he let out a guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum shot onto his stomach, his panting filling the speaker.
Running his fingers through the mess he’d made, he rumbled, “I hate wasting this. It’s supposed to be for you.”
That. That right there should be enough to have me running for the hills.
I should feel like he was backing me into a corner, trying to trap me, to force me into a new cage after I’d barely escaped the last one.
Then why did my breathing hitch when the camera shifted and his piercing blue eyes, full of heat, came into view? Maybe it was because it felt like he was staring into my soul, trying to communicate how much he wantedme.
He was an athlete. Surely, if he was lonely on the road, he could find a willing companion to satisfy his sexual needs. But instead, he was rubbing one out with me as his muse.
