Oceans Apart Book 1 (Oceans Apart #1)(25)

I whimpered, working my finger into my dripping sex, arching my back. “Yes, please. Tristan. I’d be so good for you. So good. I’d do whatever you want, baby. Just keep touching me.”

“I know you would. You wouldn’t be able to resist.” His breathing was getting more ragged as he stroked himself, and his eyes never left the screen.

I was doing all of this to myself, but it was just as intense as if he were here. It wasn’t hard to imagine what his hands would feel like on my body, and I pushed my finger deeper inside and squeezed my breast a little harder at the thought.

“Oh, f*ck, please, please,” I babbled, swallowing hard and breathing through my nose.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I want more, Tristan...I need more. Please.”

The little growl of pleasure that slipped out of him made my stomach turn somersaults, and he nodded, holding his gaze right there; looking into my eyes. “You want more, dirty girl — go ahead, slide another finger in, and work it. Fuck yourself for me, baby girl.”

I mewled softly at hearing his tawdry words as I worked a second finger in, wasting no time in pushing it deeper inside of me. I had never felt so much pleasure from my own fingers. The heat, the sex, the passion, it was all because of Tristan. His instruction, his eyes on me, the tone of his voice, and the way he made sure I could see him stroking his fabulous cock while telling me what to do. I honestly never felt as sexy as I did knowing he was watching.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, somewhat breathlessly.

“Yes! Wish…wish it was you.”

“Fuck, me too. I’d f*ck you so good, Gin. You’d feel it for days afterwards. You’d think of me whenever you took a breath. Even if you were just in the shower or washing your hair, you’d be thinking about my lips on your neck and my hands on your breasts, my cock moving inside you. You’d beg me to let you cum, wouldn’t you?”

My mouth was open, and the best I could manage was a shaky nod. That all sounded so f*cking good. I wanted it. I wanted him to do those things to me, and I rode my own fingers thinking of what he would feel like. Yes, I would beg, I would plead, I would do anything and everything he told me to.

“I could take you in the shower. Tie your hands to the rail and take you from behind. Pulling those big ass hips hard into me.”

His hand was moving faster on his cock, and his voice had gone low and raspy with his approaching orgasm. I wasn’t far behind, either. I pinched one nipple and then the other, the sound of my fingers slipping in and out of my wet * filled my otherwise quiet room.

I didn’t think I had ever been this wet before. Definitely not when I was doing this on my own, “Tristan. So close, I’m so close. Please. I wanna cum.”

“You wanna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes! Just for you. Please!”

He laughed low and heavy and nodded, keeping those entrancing blue eyes locked on me. “Cum for me, Gin. Say my name.”

As if I would have said anything else. I worked my fingers in and on my wet * back and forth with such a rhythm, the white-hotness built like a fire under my skin. Tristan moaned and I heard him call my name as his cock spewed out the first stream of sticky cum and that was all it took for me to find my own.

I arched sharply and cried out his name, no longer caring who might hear. My chest heaved as I fought for breath. “Fuck, Tristan…” My body trembled with the force of it as the pleasure rose and fell in waves that left me sated and panting against the wall.


It was quiet for a few long moments while we both came back to ourselves and caught our breath, but it only took a few seconds for the reality of what we’d done to wash over me. I’d never been an exhibitionist or voyeur, preferring to keep my private things private. But I had cum so hard on this performance. I was already thinking about the next time.

“That was…bloody… f*cking…brilliant,” Tristan said, slumped against the couch on his end.

“Y-yeah, it was. I need a shower. Or a nap.”

Tristan laughed warmly, a smile on his face. I could even see the twinkle in his eyes. “Have both, naughty girl. You deserve it.”





Chapter 12 — Tristan





I had expected that virtual sex with Ginny would make things better. And it did. A lot better. It was like something real opened up inside both of us. I couldn’t pretend she was just a friend anymore, someone I enjoyed talking to and didn’t have any feelings for. Not after watching her cum through the webcam. My name on her lips. That was so f*cking hot. Sensual. We definitely weren’t just friends anymore.

The problem was, I had no idea how I was supposed to proceed. There were almost five and a half thousand miles between us, and no matter how much we wanted things to work out (if she even wanted them to work out as much as I did), it was going to be extremely hard to maintain a worthwhile relationship with that kind of distance. Especially since there was no guarantee that it would ever change. I had even hinted to my dad that we should go back to LA and see if there were any more investment opportunities. He was a little curious why I was asking, but I just blew it off as growing the company.

So for the rest of the weekend and into the next week, I found myself a little down in the dumps, wanting to do something and couldn’t. I sat there, contemplating what I could do.