Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,30
have no damn doubt. Hell, a stiff breeze would force me to change my panties at this point.
W45PN357: I’m only three floors away… I can make you come in real life if you prefer.
Oh damn, how I want that! I tremble with the thought of his hands on me, his voice commanding me, his cock punishing me.
But inviting him down would only lead to disappointment. The possibility of that displeasure seals the deal for me. I never should’ve met this man. The fantasy is always better than the real thing, and not many men can deliver what he’s promising. Sure, they’re badasses online and can make their characters do things, but in real life they cower away.
RachNRoss4Eva: Goodnight, Wren.
I log off before he can convince me to finish the party or worse, I tell him to come down and let me put my money where my mouth was.
Chapter 13
Wren
“I feel like I’ve gone back in time,” I tell her through the mic.
“How so?” Just like she’s been doing for the last two weeks, Whitney’s character keeps her distance from me.
I haven’t pushed the issue, but I think that after-party in-game broke something between us.
“We kissed two weeks ago.”
“We did,” she confirms.
“Was it bad? I mean, you’ve turned down every offer I’ve made to meet up again.”
“It was a great kiss,” she confirms with a sigh.
“Then was it the after-party? You bolted pretty quickly after—”
“Not many men complain about not having to reciprocate,” she teases, the laughter in her voice soothing me some.
“I want to,” I tell her through the mic as my character runs to catch up with her, grabbing her by the neck and spinning her around. “I want to right now.”
“Wasp,” she pants, and I imagine her chest heaving up and down like her character’s, but Whitney’s tits are so much better than the digital ones.
“No hard feelings if you don’t want to see me again.”
Her sigh echoes in my head, and I try to mentally prepare myself for her rejection.
“It’s just—”
“I was too rough, too forceful?” I have to sigh now, too, and decide to take a gamble. “You said honesty is the best policy, right?”
“I did,” she responds after a brief silence.
“Then know that if I ever had the chance to do that to you in person, I’d probably be rougher than my character was.”
My cock grows hard just saying the words.
“Really?” she squeaks.
“Yeah.”
“Show me.” The two words come out breathlessly.
“You’ll obey every command I give you?”
“I will,” she promises.
“Every. Command. Rach. Get naked. Slowly,” I growl, watching in awe as she strips naked as slowly as the game will allow. “Is your pussy this bare in real life?”
“Y-yes.”
“Jesus, I bet you taste like honey. Spread your legs, baby, and let me see you.” My character pulls his shirt over his head, and I’ve kept his physique similar to my own because an overinflated ego isn’t something I’ve ever suffered from. “How fucked up is it that even this green pussy turns me on?”
I run my hand up her thigh, wishing I could do this in real life.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper into the mic.
“Whatever makes you happy.”
“Mmm,” I pant. “Climb onto that rock and spread your legs. I need to taste you.”
Her character obeys, and God bless a good image card because the only thing other than doing this in real life would be a virtual-reality experience.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She’s panting in my ear, and it helps my sanity a little to know that she’s turned on in real life as well because I’m hard as a rock and seconds away from pulling my cock out to participate in this little online experience.
The characters go at it on screen, and she obeys every single command I give her, flipping to her knees with her hands behind her back, and I lose the battle with myself, leaving my character’s face buried between her thighs while I unzip my jeans.
My cock is in my hand a second later.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan. “Grind on my mouth. It’s yours, sweetheart. Take it.”
She whimpers in the mic, and my eyes flutter closed. I’m no longer interested in what’s on the screen because the green—albeit gorgeous—orc doesn’t hold a candle to the gorgeous woman I had my lips on two weeks ago.
When she moans again, I know the real reason. She’s no longer playing the game, opting to play with herself. God, to be a fly on the wall in her apartment right now.