“He always thought there was just something wrong with me.”
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. This enhances pleasure.” I rummaged for the next box and the lube in my bag, and unpacked a medium sized anal plug. “So does this.”
A pink blush crept across her face.
Opening the lube, I poured a good amount of it into the palm of my hand and rolled the plug through it as she watched. “Knees up, beautiful.”
Immediately she smiled and hugged her knees to her chest, giving the camera and me the perfect view. I gently worked the plug into her bottom, bit by bit. When she scrunched up her face, I stopped and let her relax, then gently pushed it in until it could go no more. What a gorgeous sight. My dick was rock hard and throbbing from it. “You feel full?”
“God, yes,” she sighed.
“Just wait,” I smirked. I stood up, unbuckled my pants, and let them drop to the floor. My hand was on my cock immediately, stroking it while my eyes devoured her. “You haven’t felt anywhere near full yet.”
“Oh God, oh God,” she said, as I slid alongside her and pulled her legs over mine. I entered her sideways, shoved myself deep inside her, making her moan out my name. She lay on her back with her legs draped over me, the cell phone camera aimed straight on her. “I’m going to put it really low. Okay?” I thrust deep inside her again and softly placed the tip of the bullet against her swollen clit and turned it on. She sucked in a fast breath, “James,” she said, eyes wide.
Again, I thrust myself deep inside her, her silkiness vibrating around me, tightening. Fuck, I could feel the vibrator shake her whole pussy. Her body trembled. Soft, low moans murmured strange foreign words from her lips.
“Take hold of it, Lex,” I panted, putting the vibrator into her hands. “Make yourself feel good on my cock. Make yourself come on me.”
Her hand fumbled for it and when our fingers brushed against each other’s, I felt how much they trembled. “You’re absolutely breathtaking when you lose control, Lex.”
She smiled up at me, placed the vibrator against her clit again, and rocked slowly against it. “That’s it, baby. Enjoy it. Enjoy me.” Watching her move her hips made me almost blow my load. The way she moved her body was my own private show. That’s what she was doing—putting on a show for me, showing me how she could enjoy her body and mine. She was letting go.
I could have watched her all day. The way she moved the toy over herself and the erotic facial expressions that flashed like pure sin across her face.
“Oh, my God, James. God…this…is…so…in…tense,” she gasped. She started really getting into it—circling the vibrator around her clit—getting the tip of it slick with her wetness.
“Fuck, Lex. That’s hot.”
“You like watching me do this?” she asked in a husky voice. Her eyes pierced mine—her lips parted and her breathing became rushed and heavy. She was watching me get off on the way I was watching her.
“S’good. James. So full,” she moaned breathlessly. Hell yeah it was. I was bottoming out in her, balls hitting the swell of her ass and the tip of my cock hitting the top. I was so thick and hard I could feel the anal plug filling up her ass. Fuck, I was getting close.
The soft buzzing of the vibrator hitched up quicker. She was putting it up higher. The sensation had me thrusting into her harder. Faster. Our skin slapped wetly together. Her gasps and moans grew louder, heavier. They mixed with my heavy breathing and low grunts. My balls tightened and that intense spiraling ache began surging through the base of my dick. The bed creaked as she moved her hips with mine—the fabric of the sheets crinkled and pulled as she clawed her nails against it. She was so hot she was making the bed moan and sigh along with her.
I slid my cock all the way in and all the way out. Until her chest was heaving, rising and falling in quick, heavy gasps, calling my name. She grinded herself into me, pulled me in closer with her free hand and kissed me. Her body bowed and arched off the bed. She got wetter and wetter, slicking over my dick until she was jerking and screaming and convulsing in hard, tight pulses around me.
“Holy Jesus. Sweet holy, yes,” she moaned. “James. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.”
I couldn’t think. All I heard was her calling my name—I couldn’t hold back—the feeling was too intense. I came hard—with her name like a prayer staining my lips.
And I had gotten it all on video.
We were wrapped up in the sheets when my phone rang. I hated to leave the comfort of the bed and the way her leg was slung over my hip, to answer it, but my father’s name flashed across the screen. Ever since my mother’s death I’ve tried to be there for him whenever he needed me, as soon as I could. It was guilt I guess. I’m not sure. Not that it mattered, I just always answered the phone when he called and did what he needed me to do. I didn’t get to do that with my mother.
“Where are you?” he snarled into the phone.
“I told you I was taking a few weeks off,” I explained, quietly walking out of the bedroom for some privacy. There was no chance of me telling him I was here with Lexa. I’d never hear the end of it.
“The latest numbers are in. It’s humiliating. We scrap the offices in New York and head out West.”
“They’re that bad?” I asked, walking to the back balcony and looking out over the dark sea.
“Five major advertisers pulled from us yesterday. Five.”
He rattled the brand names off—each one a punch to the gut.
“Your mother must me so disappointed in us,” he mumbled painfully. Disappointed? In us? She was dead. When was he going to get that through his skull? She couldn’t be disappointed or angry or happy or sad.
“Dad, stop,” I said, but he spoke over me, louder and harsher.
“I promised her I’d keep it up. That was her dying wish and I couldn’t even keep my end of the bargain. I just…” he went on and on, making me hold the phone away from my ear so I didn’t have to hear any of it.
“Dad, listen…”
But he didn’t. He wouldn’t. He just barked orders at me then hung up. Same thing he did every time.
I slumped into the lounge chair in the living area and hung my head in my hands. A lot of people were going to lose their jobs.
“Hey,” Lexa’s soft voice called out to me. I turned my gaze on her. She leaned on the doorway of the bedroom with our sheets clutched to her chest, barely covering her.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
I nodded and pointed to the phone. “The numbers came in and my father’s upset. Five advertisers just pulled their ads because of sales.”
“Hasn’t he opened any of my emails? I think I can help,” she said.
“You can’t. I’m sorry. I wish you could, but no one is going to give a fact checker the time of day. The magazine needs someone who could carry it. Who people want to see.”
“You don’t think I could write well enough to keep people entertained?” she asked slowly.
“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that even though I’m sure you’re terrific, you’re not what people want. We can’t settle. We just can’t settle for you.”
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“Sometimes it’s better to keep your mouth shut and let other people play the fool.” @Kavon #MarkTwainSaidItBest
I’m not even sure he was talking about the magazine anymore. I wanted to ask him if this had anything to do with us. Was I someone people settled for? No, I wasn’t. I would never want to be. It’s the reason why I wouldn’t go back to Kevin.