Page 82 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

LINDY

I was embarrassed, nervous, and aroused all at the same time. Excited, because I’d never been like this with a man before. Naughty. Fun. Intimate. And yes, this was intimate even though he was in a different country.

But this was Dex and he made me feel pretty. Wanted. Needed.

So I dashed off the bed and went into the bathroom where I left the toy tucked in a drawer. I ran back into the bedroom and crawled across the bed.

“Okay,” I said, catching my breath.

“Lie back and show me your pussy.”

Oh my God.

I flopped onto my back and looked to the phone.

“Tilt me down a little, sugar. I want to see everything.”

I shifted, reached out to the phone and adjusted it, then settled onto the bed.

“That’s perfect.”

I stared at the ceiling, had a moment of panic. I lifted my head, looked at Dex. “You’re not recording this, are you?”

He crooked a finger and I moved–again–back to the phone.

“Sugar. I never share. And I protect what’s mine.”

Yeah, he probably did.

“Trust me?” he murmured.

His hair was tousled, his shirt rumpled, the top button undone. His tie was loose and askew. It was really late there, but he was right here with me.

I nodded. “Is this one sided?”

He laughed. “Hell no.” The camera shifted down his body and– “Oh!” There he was, rubbing one out. The camera distorted him a little, but he was big and hard and God, that was hot, seeing him all dressed up except for his dick out, which he was stroking because of me.

I didn’t say anything else, just fell back so he could see, grabbed the toy and flipped it on.

“Legs wider, sugar. Fuck,” he growled when I set my feet on the bed and moved them nice and wide. My nightie slid up so I was bare from the waist down.

“Uncover those gorgeous tits for me.”

I tucked my fingers under the edging and pulled the turquoise material beneath my breasts.

“Fuck, look at you. Show me how you play with yourself.”

I put the toy between my thighs and slid it up and down my center. It was shaped like a U and half of it I slid inside me. I was so wet it went in easily. The vibration had me moan.

“Pillow under your hips. Now.”

Reaching out, I grabbed a pillow and tucked it beneath me.

“Fuck, look how pink and wet you are. You’ve got me so hard, sugar.”

I pushed it in and out until I found the spot I liked, then shifted my hand so the little suction part settled over my clit. Wiggling my hips, it latched on.

“Oh!”

“That thing have vibration settings?” he asked.

“Yes.” My eyes were closed, and I was rolling my hips to chase the pleasure.

“Go through them.”

I licked my lips. “There’s slow and a weird rhythm like slow, slow, slow pulses then a buzz. Faster.” I gasped. “All pulses and fast. Ohhhhhh.”

“Which one is a tease?” he asked.

“The mix one.”

“Set it to that.”

“Dex,” I whined. I loved the fast speed and having a little of it and then switching it to the one that kept me hanging over and over was cruel.

“I haven’t seen you or my pussy in days. I’m not ending this in thirty seconds,” he said. “Is it like my fingers in you? Playing and then pulling out?”

“Yes!”

“And my tongue on your clit and then I switch it up?”

“Stop being mean,” I told him. I was getting into this now, settling into what he was saying as the toy buzzed and throbbed against my g-spot and clit.

“Oh sugar, you’re over there in that sexy little nightie, legs open and showing me how good you take a vibrator and I’m mean?”

I whimpered.

“My dick has never been this hard. I’ve never craved something so much as you, sugar. I can practically taste that pussy. Feel you clenching around my fingers. That clit getting big and hard against my tongue.”

“Dex, I’m getting close.”

Sweat misted my skin and I was writhing on the pillow. I used my hand to move the toy in a rhythm that mimicked the thrusts of Dex’s huge, magical dick.

“Me, too. I’m going to make a mess of myself as I listen and watch you play. Give it to me, sugar. Give me my present.”

Oh fuck. My hips lifted off the bed as I clenched, the vibrations making me come so hard it almost hurt. I couldn’t get this kind of orgasm with Dex; his dick didn’t vibrate like this and while his mouth was perfection, this suction was powerful.

“Ah, Lindy. Fuck.”

He came on a deep growl. I looked at my phone and saw that the screen was black, his hand dropping, and the camera covered as he came undone.

It wasn’t the same. I didn’t feel the hard press of his body. The heat of him. The thick feel of him between my thighs. His breath on my neck as he said all kinds of dirty things. The way I could watch him as he came, lost in the pleasure he found in my body.

When I became too sensitive, I pulled the toy from me, tossed it aside. Sat up.

His face filled the phone again. “Fuck, that was intense.”

His gaze was softer, his voice relaxed, soothed by a powerful release. “Thank you for the present. Be prepared for when I get back tomorrow.”

“Prepared?”

“With me, once isn’t enough. I already want you again.” He tipped the camera down to his still hard dick, then back to his face. “This was pregaming, remember?”

Pregaming. If that was a warmup, then I was in trouble. And I wanted it. All the trouble I could get.