Page 18 of Alaric

Then I watched as his hand slid into his pants, stroking himself out of sight.

Frustration spread through me as he did another stroke.

I could see the way his abdominal muscles tensed, but that wasn’t good enough. I didn’t want the fantasy. I needed the reality.

Balancing the tablet carefully on my thighs so the camera stayed on my feet, I typed out my first message to him.

I want to see.

He couldn’t see me.

He didn’t know me.

But I still felt my cheeks flame at the admission.

“You want to see?” he asked, voice deep and thick with his desire. I could feel the sound of it shivering over my heated nerve endings, making a tremble course through me.

I wasn’t going to speak

Right?

“Yes.”

It was a whisper of a sound, but he heard, because I could see him moving his cock under the material of the pants.

“Like this?” he asked as he pulled his cock out.

As long and thick as I remembered, making me press my thighs together at the immediate reaction I had to seeing him like that.

“Yes.”

A little groan escaped him as he stroked himself once.

“Are you going to touch yourself for me?” he asked, making my belly wobble.

I knew, damnit, that it wasn’t personal.

But, God, itfeltpersonal.

I couldn’t bring myself to answer, but the second my hand pressed between my thighs, a little involuntary whimper escaped me.

“Fucking love that,” he murmured, making another of those internal shivers course through me.

I felt almost intolerably hot, yet goosebumpy at the same time.

I never could have known how into it I would be when a man spoke in intimate moments. The only guys I’d known in a carnal sort of way had been almost unnervingly silent. Maybe making a grunting noise at the end, but that was it.

Their silence, in turn, made me feel weird about making too much noise as well. I mean, not that I’d ever been, you know, anywhere close to any sort of release with them.

“You thinking about this inside of you?” he asked as he started to stroke himself faster, making my own fingers circle more quickly, wanting to keep pace, to come with him when he did.

“Yes.” I was too lost in the moment to feel my usual insecurity.

“Let me see, baby,” he murmured, making my belly flip-flop again.

And… no.

No, I couldn’t show him anything.

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