I couldn't stop the dirty talk spilling out of me. Damn, I really was depraved. All I knew was that arousal worked on me like a drug. It took my mind and body to another plane.
"Let me see it," Hannah pleaded as she sped up the vibrator inside of her. She added the smaller toy, fitting it against the hood of her clit and dialing up the speed.
She began to gasp and writhe. I couldn't tear my eyes off her tight sex clamped around the vibrator.
"Please," she rasped. She fiddled with the setting on the toy inside. I heard its two motors firing in a fast alternating rhythm.
"You want to see my cock Hannah? Look at you, playing with your toys. How's that setting, are you making it pulse? You want me inside, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, please, yes."
My hand worked furiously. I wanted to wait for Hannah, but I didn't know how much longer I would last.
"Look what you do to me," I gasped. As I angled the webcam down at my lap, I felt a fringe of the shame Hannah must have been feeling. It was so intimate, to let her see me pleasuring myself.
"Matt, fuck," Hannah moaned. "I'm coming, god... oh god."
At that, I stiffened in my office chair and grabbed a tissue just in time to come into it. Holy fuck, had seeing my cock pushed Hannah over the edge? As pleasure tore through me, I watched Hannah squirm and clutch her toys, fluid spurting around her fingers.
What an incredible orgasm.
We laughed as we cleaned up and came down.
I stopped recording the video call and pulled on my boxers. Hannah lounged on her belly, propped up on her elbows. She hadn't bothered to fix her cami. Her bust rested on the quilt. It was beautiful to see her looking so relaxed; I only wished she were in my bed.
"Hey," I said, smiling and sinking into my office chair.
"Hi." Hannah smiled. She was a goddess wearing nothing but her glasses. "So Matt, where are you going to have your way with me tomorrow?"
"At my place," I said, "If you'd like to see it."
"I'd love to."
"Good. You going to be busy at all?"
"Not by the time you get off work," she said. "I'm sure I'll have some work from mom. It won't take me long. I should probably spend some time looking for a real job."
"I'll take a day. I'll pick you up around noon. Will you be free then?"
"I should be, yeah."
"Good. Hannah, have you ever thought about a career in publishing?"
"Seriously?" Hannah laughed and tousled her hair. The longest pieces reached to the middle of her back. I wanted to yank on those dark curls while I spanked her. "That would be my dream job, hence the English and business double major. It's so tough to break into though. I can't afford to do an unpaid internship right now."
I paused before speaking.
"Mm. I'll keep that in mind. I have a few connections in the city."
"Matt, if you don't stop doing me favors, I'm going to start feeling like a kept woman."
"Hey, I like the sound of that. I'll keep you tied to my bed and let you suck on me when you're hungry. What do you think?"
Hannah giggled and bunched up a pillow beneath her chest.
"I'd smack you with this if I could," she said. She stifled a yawn. Fuck, she was precious. "Oh, hey. Will you do me a favor Matt?"
"Anything."
"This is easy. Just repeat after me. 'It was nice talking to you, Hannah. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.'"
I gave her an incredulous look.
"Don't give me that look. I'm trying to teach you this mysterious skill, one that you seem to lack. It's called how to say goodbye."
I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck.
"What are you grinning at?" she said.
"I never want to," I said.
"What? Never want to what?"
"I never want to learn how to say goodbye."
I closed Skype and then closed my eyes, laughing into the silence of my apartment.
CHAPTER 12
Hannah
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"YOU HAVE PLANS for the Fourth?" Matt asked as we drove through the city. He'd arrived at my house at noon sharp and stood by his car waiting for me. I got the definite impression that he was avoiding my family—or humanity in general.