“What’s wrong?” Link was still stroking himself. Still letting me watch.
“That was a horrible line. Sounded a lot better in my head. I’ll edit it in post and replace it with something more seductive.”
He laugh-groaned. “You’re letting me watch you pleasure yourself on camera. It doesn’t get much more seductive. And if you were going for a pussy joke, be assured I’m already fantasizing about burying my face in yours.”
One-hundred points to Hufflepuff Link.
“This is making me so wet.” I had to redeem myself with something simple, despite his assurances.
“Show me,” He commanded. “Take the rest of your clothes off, spread your pussy, and show me how wet it is. Show me how you get yourself off.”
I was happy to comply. I squirmed out of the rest of my clothes. This was a whole new experience compared to the sexy chat we’d done in game. That was voice. Text. Digital avatars doing naughty things. But this… I was stripped bare for Link, both emotionally and physically.
I loved it. It took a little adjusting to get the phone to stay up between my legs, and then I was stroking myself. Personal porn for the man on the other end of the line. Teasing my fingers over my slick core, while Link watched, felt wicked and incredible and the best bits of right and wrong.
Link's grunts made me want to come as much as the way I teased my clit. How did people in actual porn keep from getting off too fast? I couldn’t draw this out much longer. I wanted to touch myself harder, faster, and in all the right ways.
Fuck holding back. I gave myself into the sensations of my fingers drawing along my own skin, and Link’s reactions. Ipushed myself until my body clenched with need, and gave into orgasm when it overcame me.
The sounds Link made told me he was close too. I kept teasing myself, letting out soft sighs and shudders, while I watched him shudder, and come hard, coating his hand and pants.
We apparently had forgotten how to speak, but it didn’t seem to matter. I moved the phone back up to my face, and he did the same. We lay there for a few minutes, our giggles mingling together as we caught our breath.
“I’d do that again,” I finally managed.
“I don’t think I’d survive that again,” Link said. “Not unless I knew I could have you again, at some point.”
How did he manage to push so much sweetness and longing and desperation all into one statement?
“You will. We will.” There was no way I could think of the alternative.
We kept talking until I couldn’t think or speak straight, and I was pretty sure I fell asleep with him on the phone, but I couldn’t let him go. Not tonight.
In the morning, there was a text waiting for me from Link. It simply saidMorning, pretty kittie.
I’d absolutely hate that from anyone else, but from him it was sincere. I sent him back a reply.Morning, to my favorite teddy.
Favorite? Who’s your least favorite?His reply came quickly.
My smile grew, and giddiness flitted inside.No one. You have zero competition.
Damn right. Talk to you tonight?Link asked.
Damn right.
I let him get back to work.
If Elliot was part of that conversation, what would he be? Belligerent Badger? Why was I wasting my time wondering such a thing?
Because I was still thinking about calling him.
Idiotic thought. Not the dumbest thing I’d done, butgiving Elliot a chance to apologize and hearing him outalso wouldn’t make any sort oftop ten smart things Fallyn’s donelist.
My taste in men was just the worst.
But Link wasn’t a mistake. I knew that without question. Was I willing to play the odds twice in a row and give Elliot another chance?
I had to, or I’d spend the rest of my life askingwhat if..?And I already had enough regrets in my life.