Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(100)

“Me too,” she says while she wets her lips. “God, I’m so on edge right now. I need you, Silas.” She sits up and lifts her sports bra over her head, revealing her tits.

“Fuck . . . me,” I say, my dick growing hard in seconds.

“Nothing feels right when you’re not here.” She grips her breasts and pinches her nipples. “Nothing feels the same. Now that I know what it feels like when you give me an orgasm, I can’t even do it properly for myself.”

“Do you need some help?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Then strip. Strip down to nothing and spread your legs in front of the camera. I want to see that wet cunt.”

“God,” she moans as she strips out of her sweatpants and then rests on a pillow and angles her body so I can see her face, her sexy tits, and her pussy. Her legs are completely spread.

“Babe, that’s so fucking hot.”

“Tell me what to do, please. Make me come, Silas.”

Seeing how much she needs it, how much we both need it, I say, “I want you to glide your fingers up and down your body and around your breasts without touching your nipples.” When she starts moving her hands, I say, “Just like that, baby. Slower, I want you to feel how soft your skin is.”

“I want it to be you touching me.”

“Soon, Ollie, but just pretend it’s me. Know how much I want those tits in my mouth, how I want to suck, squeeze, and pinch them. I want to lick them, bring them into my mouth, and spend hours worshipping them.” Her breath grows rapid. “Glide your fingers closer to your pussy, tease yourself the way I’d tease you. Get close to your slit but don’t touch yourself.”

Her hand lowers and, when she gets close enough, her pelvis lifts. “Don’t fucking touch that cunt. It’s mine.” She groans and drags her hand back up her body. “That’s it, baby, I’ll let you know when you can touch yourself.”

“Don’t make me wait.”

“Don’t tell me how to make you come,” I snap.

Her teeth roll over her bottom lip, and a slight smirk passes over that beautiful mouth of hers.

“Spread your legs more.” When she does, I say, “Run your fingers along your inner thighs. But don’t touch your pussy.”

She brings her hands down to her thighs, her fingers dragging over her velvet skin.

“Make circles so close to your pussy that you can feel yourself get wetter and wetter with each pass.”

Her nipples pucker, and her body starts to tighten as she looks for that touch.

“Fuck, you make me so hard,” I say as I slide my briefs down and grip my cock.

“Let me see,” she says, looking up at the phone.

I point the phone at my erection, and she moans as her fingers slide close to her pussy.

“Don’t fucking touch yourself, Ollie.”

“I’m not,” she says, her voice distressed.

“Then lay your hands by your side.”

“Silas, please.”

“Do it.”

She releases herself and just lies there, stark naked, legs spread.

“Fuck, just look at you. I wish I was there, eating that wet pussy. Sucking on your clit, driving my dick so hard inside you that you can practically taste my cum in the back of your throat.”

Her chest rises and falls, her hands itch at her side, and she wets her lips.

“Silas, I need more.”

I pump at my cock. “Pinch your nipples, baby. Make yourself moan.”

Her hands go straight to her breasts, and she plays with them, moaning, saying my name, calling out with every pinch. My cock grows thicker in my hand.

“My dick is so hard, Ollie. Shit . . .” I pump harder. “Finger yourself. I need to see you pleasure yourself.”

“Finally,” she says as she slides two fingers against her clit, and she starts making small circles. “Oh fuck,” she yells. “Silas, I’m so wet. Oh my God.”

“That’s it, baby, keep up the pace. I need you to match my strokes. Pinch your nipple too. I want you to mark yourself.” My hand is frantic on my dick now, precum sliding down the side. “Jesus, I’m right there.”

“Me too. Oh fuck, Silas . . . oh my God.” Her body tenses, her legs fall open even more, and her hand moves so fast that it sends a hot wave of heat over me as I watch Ollie pleasure herself. It’s such a goddamn turn-on that in seconds, my cock swells, and my chest fills with a sense of euphoria.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I say right before I fall over the edge, my cum traveling up my stomach.

“Me . . . too,” she says. I watch her entire body spasm as her body shudders with pleasure. “Silas,” she says. My name coming from her mouth sounds so sweet.

When she finally catches her breath and looks up at me, she has a semi-satisfied look on her face. “I want you, Silas, when you get home. I need you.”

“I need the same thing,” I say.

She sits up and takes the phone in her hand, bringing it so only her beautiful face is in view. “Will you take me out on a date?”

“I will.”

“Will you let me sleep over at your place?”

“It will be a requirement.”

She smiles. “Is this what it’s going to be like? When you’re gone, this is what we do?”