He places something cold and hard in my hand. “Take it,” he says.
It’s a vibrator. The one we use to play. He loves to watch me masturbate. Especially when I’m in my bedroom at home. And even though he doesn’t watch every night, I put on a show for him anyway. I’m like a fucking nympho these days. And when he doesn’t fuck me, I’m desperate for an orgasm when I get home. Every once in a while he texts me a picture that he took while he was watching.
It makes me wet. Right now. It makes me wet just thinking about what he’s doing.
“Get off,” he whispers in my ear. “Right here, on my porch. With the screen door open and the camera rolling. I’m going to sit on the chair off to the side and do the same. And then I’m going to take you inside, play it back on the bedroom TV, and make you come again.”
I take a deep, deep breath.
“Begin.”
I press the controls on the vibrator until it’s at full power, and then I place it between my legs, pressing it into my folds and letting out a sigh. All I hear are the cars and Mateo’s breath hitching up a notch, but the thumping in my own chest soon drowns out those sounds.
“I like that,” he says. “You should see yourself.” And then he chuckles in that throaty way that drives me wild. “You will see yourself.”
“What are you doing?” I ask, hearing his clothes rustle around.
“Taking my dick out and wrapping my fist around it.”
“Tell me more, since I can’t see you.” This request gives me a little thrill. I’ve never had this much control over him before. I never get to ask him these things.
“The light is filtering in from the front yard so that it climbs up your body in a soft haze. I can see your * as you play with it.” He scoots his chair across the concrete and the next time he talks, he’s closer to me. “It’s wet, isn’t it?”
I press the vibrator against my clit, moving it around the way I like it. “It’s ready for you, Mateo,” I say. “Not this stupid piece of plastic.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, biting my lip a little. “How much can people see?”
“When you watch the film you’ll know. Now keep focused because I’m not letting you go inside until you come.”
“Talk dirty to me. I need your help.”
He chuckles. “I will, but not because you need my help. I’ve watched you dozens of times in your bedroom. What do you think about when you play with yourself, Shannon?”
“You, of course.”
“My hard cock in your mouth.”
I lick my lips. “Always. I want it now.”
He moans and I can hear the friction he’s creating with his pumping. “When I stand outside your window and watch you with your vibrator, I jerk off every time.”
I start moving the vibrator faster, the sensations increasing. It’s not cold out at night now that it’s spring, but my nipples are bunched up in tight knots. “Why not just come inside and fuck me then? You know I’d never say no.”
“I love that about you,” he says, his breathing even heavier now. I hear more rustling and I can feel his body heat as he gets closer to me. His cock bumps up against my stomach, his fist vigorously moving back and forth, thrusting against my skin with each stroke. “I love that you never say no. But I like to watch you alone. You never give in completely when we’re together. Always so guarded, even when you’re naked. Always so careful, even when you’re vulnerable. But in your own room, you let all that go and just relax. Do you feel safe there?”
“No.” I laugh. “I feel safe with you.”
He kisses my neck, one hand grasping at my hair, the other still working on his cock. “Right answer. You’re always safe with me. Do you want to trade places?”
“And you put the blindfold on?” I ask.
He laughs and it rings out in the empty night.
“Shhh,” I say.
“No, I’m not putting the blindfold on. I mean, do you want me to get you off and you get me off?”
I reach for his cock. He’s so hard and the pool of wetness between my legs increases when he slips his finger inside me. “Oh,” I moan softly. “I like that.”
“You like when I stick things inside you, Shannon?” He takes the vibrator from my hand and pushes it into my *. I can only moan. “You like when I fuck you?” His fingertips roll my nipple and then pinch, making me gasp. But at the same time, he thrusts the vibrator in farther.
“Someone’s walking down the sidewalk towards us, Shannon. If you don’t come soon, he’s going to turn his head when I make you scream. He’s going to catch us. Probably stop and watch us. Do you want that?”
I think he’s lying to make me nervous. It’s working, but I still think he’s lying. “No,” I say, moving my hips to the motion of his hand with the vibrator. “No. I want to get off right now so you can take me inside.”
“I think,” he says, turning me around and taking each of my hands and placing them palms flat against the door, “I’d like to be fucking you from behind when that guy walks by.”