Page 33 of Want You

“I’ll book the same room, fuck you against the window so you can enjoy my cock and the view of the city all at the same time,” he said, promptly ending their debrief of their respective days. “Did you open the box, Octavia?”

“No,” she said coyly.

He smirked back. “Good girl.”

Tonight, he called on his way back to the hotel and they shared how their day had gone. He was hyped from their win and the fact Seattle hadn’t scored to send the game into overtime.

“I was going to wage a war against our defence if they got another one at the end.”

“Wanted to talk to me that badly, eh?” she teased.

“Fuck yes. Alright, just got back to the hotel. I’ll call back when I get upstairs. Have your laptop ready, gorgeous.”

“It’s ready.”

“Always prepared.” She could hear the smile in his voice as he hung up.

Seven minutes later she was smiling at him through her camera.

“Go get the box, Octavia,” he said by way of greeting.

She slid off the bed, leaving her laptop open as she walked over to the dresser to retrieve the box that had been taunting her since it arrived.

“This is a pretty ballsy delivery if it’s what I think it is.” She purred, sitting down and placing the box between herself and the laptop.

“Subtlety isn’t really our thing, Autumn. Open the box,” he instructed.

She lifted the lid slowly, holding her breath as it came away from the base. She felt her face heat as she took in the contents.

“Fuck, take off your shirt, I want to see if that blush goes anywhere else.” Octavia listened, pulling off her shirt and tossing it to the side. “Pull,” he started to say but she was ahead of him, pulling her bra down so she popped out above it. “Mmmm, remind me when I get home to make you blush before fucking your tits.” Octavia nearly laughed. She’d never had a man speak to her this way. She’d never wanted a man to speak to her this way, but with Nathan, she didn’t want him to fucking stop.

She bit down on her bottom lip, waiting for what came out of his mouth next. Yearning for him to tell her what to do to herself while he watched.

“I’ll try,” she replied. “Am I allowed to take it out?”

“Yes.” He watched as she slid the vibrator from the box. “What do you think? It’s not me but it should fill that pussy nicely.”

She stared down at it, appreciating the matte black finish, making it look almost classy. She ran her fingers along the curve of it, licking her lips when she realized all the places it was going to hit. She had a simple bullet vibrator in her drawer, it got the job done, but this, this would quite literally hit differently.

“Do I get to use it tonight?”

“You better.” He chuckled darkly. “And in front of me, I’ve been thinking about watching you with it since I ordered it. I’ve never gotten hard around the guys before, but I had to turn in my seat and hide my very interested cock somewhere over Illinois. Go wash it quickly then get back here. Lose the pants.”

Octavia jumped off the bed and practically sprinted to her bathroom. She gave it an impatient yet thorough cleaning before hopping back to the bed while she tried to divest herself of her pants. Why she bothered with bottoms when Nathan was in her near future she’d never know.

She studied him as she got herself situated. Nathan was leaning back against his headboard now, shirtless and she assumed pantsless. His hair looked like he had been sliding his hand through it, and he hadn’t shaved today. The man probably had a full beard after two days of not shaving. She happened to like the feel of his scruff on her skin, it reminded her of that first night together and the burn she’d felt for two days after. It had been most obvious when she crossed her legs, a hot flush spreading through her body as the fabric of her pants brushed against it. If this is how people with a sex addiction felt all the time, she understood them for the first time in her life.

“Spread your legs, baby, I need to see you,” Nathan pleaded and she did as he asked without a second thought. “Goddamn, you’re already soaked. Do you know how fucking hot it is knowing how wet you get for me? Touch yourself.”

Octavia reached down, sliding her middle finger over her clit, her entire body jumping like she’d touched a live wire. She’d never done this in front of another person, yet knowing he was watching her now, rather than just listening to her sounds, was hotter than she expected.

“Now, slide that finger real slow into that beautiful cunt.” Jesus, she thought, doing as he said, this man. “Add another one. Yeah fuck, keep going.” She could hear the second he touched himself. The way his breath changed was a dead giveaway.

“Want to see you.” She panted, her gaze burning through the laptop.

He tipped his iPad and she watched as his hand slid over his hard, thick length. She nearly drooled when he caught the pre-cum at the tip with his thumb and smeared it around the head, releasing a little groan when he squeezed.

“Wish it was your mouth.” She heard him say before the camera angle changed. “Get the toy, Octavia.” She reached for the vibrator. “Suck on it. And don’t stop fucking your fingers. That’s my dick in your mouth, baby, my fingers deep inside you. That’s it, get it good and wet.” She closed her eyes as she fucked her mouth. “Eyes on me, babe. Eyes always on me.” Opening her eyes, she could see the way he was trying to hold it together. “Time to switch hands.” He grinned.