"Now I want you to rub yourself for me, like I rubbed you. Just glide your fingers over yourself, teasing."
His voice was breathless as I did as he instructed. I angled my phone back up so I could see Spencer through what I was sure was lust-filled eyes.
"God, Ainsley, you're so hot," he murmured before flashing his camera down to his large, thick cock he held in his hand. He lay there stroking himself, which only turned me on more.
"Apply more pressure, Ainsley. Just enough, no more."
I did as he instructed. I could feel pressure beginning to build as I continued, first in slow, small, light circles, then harder and faster.
I watched as Spencer's muscles tightened in his chest and neck, as he continuously stroked himself. It would only be a matter of second before I would explode.
"Keep going, Ainsley. I want to hear you come."
I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming as my orgasm ripped through me at the same time Spencer's ripped through him. I dropped my phone on my bed as I lay there breathing hard.
As soon as I had come down, I pulled my blankets over top of me and grabbed my phone, expecting to see Spencer’s face, but the video call had gone dark. I was about to press it again when suddenly those three little familiar dots began to jump around.
RomaticAlpha42: That was hot as fuck. I wish I could have been there.
BabyGirl89: How about tomorrow night I leave my window open?
RomaticAlpha42: Don't tempt me. That might get me arrested ;) Good night BabyGirl.
Just like that, Spencer was gone, logged out for the night, leaving me all alone with my thoughts. I lay back on my bed, placed my phone on my nightstand, and took in a deep breath, trying to calm my beating heart. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, but whatever it was, I was going to enjoy the ride.
Ainsley: One Week Later
It wasmidafternoon the following Sunday, I was on the phone with Carly, and I watched from my bedroom window as Spencer came walking up the walkway to our front door, carrying a box of beer and what appeared to be a bottle of wine. I'd barely heard from him the entire week, except for Thursday afternoon for five minutes when he'd messaged me to see if I could run next door and see if he had locked his front door.
I listened with half an ear as Carly went on and on about some guy she was seeing. When the doorbell rang, I jumped and listened hard at my bedroom door for my father to answer.
"Carly, I've got to go."
"No fair, I was just getting ready to ask you all about RomanticAlpha42. You haven't spoken about him all week."
"There is nothing to tell, to be honest. I guess the fizzle wore out," I lied as I heard the doorbell ring and heard both my father's voice and Spencer’s.
"That's too bad. I was seriously hoping for some Spencer stories."
"I’m sure you were, but considering it wasn't Spencer, I don't have any stories to tell," I lied. "I'll call you later, okay."
"Ainsley, are you okay?" Carly questioned.
"Yeah why?"
"Just making sure. I know how badly you wanted it to be Spencer."
I swallowed hard. I wanted to tell her all about it. I hated lying to my best friend, but it was something that had to be done for now. There was no way I could risk even her finding out what had happened between us.
"I'll talk to you later, okay." I hung up the phone and made my way downstairs. "Smells good, Dad," I said, stepping into the kitchen and coming face-to-face with Spencer. He smiled softly at me.
"Thanks. Roast beef tonight. I invited Spencer to join us for dinner. I hope you don't mind."
"Why would I mind," I questioned, looking over at him, my cheeks heating as his eyes ran over me.
"I just figured you might. After all, Sunday night dinner has always been our night together," Dad replied.
"It's fine," I replied and walked over to the cupboard as Dad and Spencer continued their conversation they'd been having before I'd arrived. I was about to reach for a water glass when I heard Spencer clear his throat.