He puts a fist over his mouth, leaning against the window frame. He’s naked and hard—I can see his erection bobbing from the way he angles the camera. Those gray eyes flick away from the screen, toward my window, before coming back to sweep over me. Desire flares in his gaze, sending my stomach into a pleasant dip.
“I, um.” I’m trembling, certainmy blush spreads from head to toe. “Hi.”
“Hi, sunshine,” he rumbles. “You texted me.”
“I did,” I breathe.
“What do you want?”
“I—I want to come,” I choke out.
God, this is harder to do when it’s live and I have no time to think about what to say. But Connor grins.
“Prop the phone on the windowsill and turn your chair.” Swallowing, I get up to do it. “Good girl. Now, as cute as this peachy little number is, I want you to lose it. Bare yourself for me, baby.”
I squeak, holding my breasts as I lean close to the phone. “Naked?”
“I’ve seen you before, remember?” He drags his teeth over his lip. “Strip.”
Not moving right away, I put my hands on my hips. “I want to see you first. I…” The words clog my throat, but I push them out. “I want to watch you touch your cock.”
The heat in his gaze grows hot enough I can almost feel it blistering my skin through the phone and across the distance between our windows.
Connor smirks at the camera as he shifts back to fill the frame with his incredible body. The muscles in his forearm flex as he takes his hardness in hand and strokes it, watching me.
“This what you wanted to see? Proof of what you do to me?” He twists his hand and he grunts. “With your sexy body and the way you always challenge me. Mm. Now strip.”
Driven by the confidence and hot pleasure filling me at seeing how I turn him on, I peel out of the body suit, keeping my gaze locked on him through the video connection.
“That’s it,” Connor encourages with a deep rumble, working his hand faster. “Now you’re going to sit back in your chair. Hook your legs over the arms and show me how wet that pussy is.”
My heart stutters as I fall back in the chair. It takes me a second where I need to gather my wits. Connor moans as I absently play with my hard nipples.
“Want to break into your house and drive into you, shit.”
I laugh, a little delirious before we’ve even done much. “This feels a lot different. I know you’re watching me.”
“Hell yes, baby. I’m not taking my eyes off you. It’s just you and me. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Connor croons. “Show me.”
With a shaking breath, I spread my legs, resting them over the arms of my chair. Connor goes still, staring at me with such intensity, it’s like I can feel him in the room with me. His eyes drink me in.
“Thea,” he whispers hoarsely.
The reverence in his tone gives me courage to let go. I coast my fingers down my stomach, over my mound, and stroke my slick folds. I tip my head back with a soft sigh.
“That’s it. God, I want to lick your pussy until you cry. But I won’t stop, I’ll keep going until I’ve made you come so much, you’re wrung out.”
My heart pounds and I shift my hips to roll against my fingers as I rub my clit. “Ah. Feels good.”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
I push a finger back inside and imagine it’s Connor fucking me on his long fingers. My brows pinch. I need more. “Please.”
“I’m right there with you, sunshine. You hear me? I’m kissing your neck and sucking on your nipples while I thrust my fingers in you.”
Gasping, I pinch a nipple and buck against my hand.
“God,” Connor bites out as his hand fists his cock. “See this?” Connor moves the phone so I can see how he’s leaking pre-come over his knuckles. “This is you, baby. So hard for you.”