“And what?” I prompt, tipping her chin up.
“It was hot,” she says. “Really hot. So hot that I looked for longer than I should have.”
What she should have done was join me, but I keep that thought to myself. “What did you do next?” I ask.
“I came in here. I took off my clothes and laid on my bed. I touched myself.”
The very same one we’re on right now. Fuck. “Show me,” I ask, fully aware that I’m probably drooling and practically begging.
“I need inspiration,” she says, grinning impishly at me. “Maybe you should recreate the visual so I can get in the mood.”
I’ve never taken my shirt off so fast in my whole life.
I toe off my shoes and stretch out on the bed beside her. I’m bare-chested and my gray sweats are doing fuck-all to conceal my arousal. But Fallon seems to be enjoying the view, if the way she’s staring at me is any indication.
“I remember that day,” I say, turning my body so I can face her. “And I wasn’t recording anything. I thought about it. I should have been. But I wasn’t. It felt wrong to post a video of myself because the only thing on my mind that afternoon was you.”
I watch her expression change as my words register. “You knew I was there?” she asks, confusion lacing her words.
“No,” I reply. “Fucking wish I would have, but no. I made you lunch and you moaned and you always look so damn good…” My voice trails off as I lower my head. Then I bring it up to face her once more because she’s hot as hell and she should know it. “You were wearing these leggings, or one of the other forty-five pairs you own. You were wearing a matching black sports bra and I couldn’t keep my mind out of the gutter. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Seems like we had the same problem,” she says, smiling.
I shrug. “Doesn’t seem like much of a problem, though. Especially now.”
“Show me what you do. I want to see the parts I missed out on.”
Fallon’s hungry for it and I can’t wait to give her what she wants. But I do have an idea first. “So, you can totally say no, but I was thinking…I didn’t film myself before, but I could now. I wouldn’t post it anywhere or share it with anyone, but damn, the thought of watching you watch me? Fuck, yes.”
“Fuck, yes,” she repeats. “Please.”
I catch her eyes because I need clear confirmation on this. “You really want me to record us? Now?”
“Right now,” she says, without hesitation. “And be quick about it before I start without you.”
Her hand wanders idly down her stomach and for a second, I’m so transfixed that I can barely move. But then my dick takes charge and spurs me into action. It takes a second to locate the equipment I use. We don’t need a fancy set-up; this is just for us, which is hot as hell. But I anchor my camera to one of the four posts on the bed, adjust some angles, and press record. I don’t know who bought this bedroom furniture, but may the good Lord bless them.
“Pretend I’m not here,” she says, leaning up on one elbow for a better view.
“Not fucking possible,” I say, cupping my hand over my rock-hard dick. I’m still wearing sweats, but at this point, they’re a visual barrier only.
Fallon toys with a lock of her long blonde hair. “Okay, then can you pretend I’m on the other side of the camera, watching you?”
“So, you’re both the star of my fantasy and the one watching?” I ask. “Sounds about right.
Her cheeks are pink, and it’s the cutest damn thing. “Have you ever done this before?”I ask
The blush deepens. “Masturbated in front of someone? No.”
“Have you watched anyone?”
She shakes her head. “Only in videos. My experiences have been pretty vanilla in real life. But in my head, well, that’s where it gets more interesting.”
Hell. Yes.
“Tell me about it,” I prompt.
“There’s so much I want to try. I love the idea of being watched, and I love my bullet vibrator, but I’ve wondered what other toys would feel like. I wonder if I’d like being restrained. Or if you would.”
