Liam
I clench my jaw at her confession. I should be angry. It pissed me off that she touched herself while I wasn’t around. But it actually says a thousand things at the same time. I hate that I didn’t get to see it. But at the same time, it means that she needed that release. It tells me that what she does in the shower isn’t only because it’s what I’m commanding of her.
“Fuck the cock, Raya.” She looks at the thing in her hands, turning it over before taking a firm grip around the shaft right against the silicone balls. And it feels as if she’s touching me, as if her hand is wrapped around my own length.
She doesn’t immediately move it between her legs and it makes me wonder if this is the moment she’s finally going to tell me to go fuck myself, but she doesn’t open her mouth. She doesn’t argue. She slowly moves it between her thighs. The tip of the fake cock barely kissing that glistening, sensitive flesh of hers like she did in the shower that very first time. She breaks eye contact with me, looking up at the ceiling.
“It’s cold,” she complains, but she doesn’t pull it away from her skin.
I lick at my lips. “That fiery hot cunt of yours will warm it up in no time.”
Her pretty blue eyes snap back at me and all I can do is reach for my cock. The game was over when I gave the command, standing here at the foot of the bed a few seconds ago. I have no intentions of standing here, watching her fuck herself and not touching my own cock. I’d never have the strength for that. Watching her stuff that toy inside of her and not touching myself? Not a chance in hell. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way, I would be able to handle that, but then I see victory in her eyes.
I lost, but it isn’t until she pulls the cock further from her pussy that I understand.
This is a new game.
When I release my cock, she inches the toy closer to her body.
Just to test it one final time, I reach for myself and she pulls it further away. It irritates the hell out of me. I’m supposed to be the one in control, not her.
With a snarl, I drop my hands to my sides, ignoring the drop of precum that drips from the tip of my cock and lands on the top of my fucking foot.
A slow, victorious grin spreads across her face as she moves the toy up her leg, right back to where it belongs.
Her eyes flutter as she dips the end no more than half an inch then she pulls it back out, only to dip it in a little bit further. She works at it this way, slowly in and slowly out. I’m slowly losing my mind. Then she shifts on the bed, re-angles her body, and starts all over again.
My mouth is hanging open, my eyes locked to the center of her. But then she stops, her eyes dropping from the ceiling to meet mine. “It doesn’t feel right,” she complains. Sweet fucking Christ, I’ll come without even having to be touched if she asks me to do it for her. But that’s insane. She’d never ask because she’d never want me to do it. I’m sure the thought of me touching her would make her physically sick.
“I can’t,” she says as she pulls it free of her body and flings it down the bed. “I’m not going to hurt myself for you.”
The only thing I can do is stare down at the thing, the black silicone making it easy to see her arousal clinging to the tip of it. I pick it up from the mattress, fighting the urge to smell or taste it.
An idea strikes me and I walk across the room and slap it onto the corner of the table. The suction cup on the bottom makes it stand right up into the air.
I look back at her and find her eyes watching me before they dart to the toy and then dart back to my face then dart back to the toy. She shakes her head, a look in her eyes I can’t read. I think it’s surprise. I think she’s shocked at what I’m expecting. I don’t say a word. I stand there and wait.
Her eyes stay on mine for the longest time before drifting back to the table, to the toy standing there. And this is how we continue for what seems like five minutes. But eventually she climbs off of the bed. I’m entranced by the bounce of her tits, by the sway of her hips, by the way her eyes are locked on the toy much the same way she locks her eyes on me when I’m stroking myself while she’s in the shower.
She licks her own lips as she gets closer to it, but she makes a point to step around me, to make sure her skin doesn’t brush mine. I’m so fucking grateful for that, given she hasn’t worn clothes since the second night she was here. She’s naked all the time, and I know that tortures me but I just can’t seem to help it. Maybe that’s my own punishment. Maybe being here is hers and seeing every inch of her flesh all day, every day, is mine.
Her heart-shaped ass jiggles as she passes me, and I clench my hand in an effort not to reach out and grab it. She’s confident in her skin, no longer trying to hide herself from me. Sometimes we watch television in bed and she lets the blankets pool around her thighs rather than holding it up to her chin to cover her tits.
Once she gets within reach of the toy, she begins to position herself over it with her back to me.
“No,” I say. “Turn around and face me.” She does but that same annoyed look is on her face that she gave me earlier in the shower for having been woken up when she was still tired.
“I will fall over,” she says. “I need my hands on the table to steady myself.”
I inch closer to her and once again she steps to the side, making sure her toes aren’t in the way. I slide the table across the room, butting the corner up against the bedpost. I don’t waste a second climbing on the bed, situating myself until I have the best view in the house.
She stands there, disbelief and shock marring her pretty features, but once again her eyes go from me to the toy, to me to the toy. I can sense the argument or refusal coming in the way she walks to the corner of the bed. But instead of refusing, she says, “I’ve never…”
And I swear to God if she says she’s a virgin, that promise I made last week will fly out the fucking window. I grip my shaft because I have to. Because thinking about her blood on my cock from penetrating her hymen, nearly sends me over the fucking edge. My breathing increases.
“I’ve never done it this way before,” she says, and I can’t help but smile.
“Never ridden a cock?” I ask, because this is the kind of conversation I like.