Strong Signal (Cyberlove #1) (12 page)

Silence lapsed between us, and a tension that had never been there before. He averted his eyes, but I didn’t. I watched as he nibbled on his thumb with a downcast gaze and hunched shoulders. There was no defiance in him, and he wasn’t lashing out. Something else had to be going on. It just sucked that we weren’t close enough, and the trust wasn’t strong enough, for him to confide in me.

“So, I can go if you want. We can do this another time.”

“No!” Kai’s eyes widened in horror. He held his hands up. “No, no. Really. I wanted to see you.”

“Are you sure? Because—”

“I’m sure, damn it. I’m just freaked out about you being potentially gay bashed.”

Some of the tension left my shoulders. I leaned against the wall with my pillows bunched at my lower back. “And I told you I’ll be fine. I had more interesting things to talk about than Costigan.” I glanced at the door before focusing on Kai again. “I was thinking about them when he snuck up on me. Instead of working, I was planning this chat.”

“Oh?” Kai’s lips curled up at the side. “What were you planning?”

“Primarily how I was going to convince you to get naked.”

His mouth fell open. “Oh. I—yeah, I could see how you’d need a plan for that.”

A lance of lust soared through me and coasted on my knotting nerves. If there was ever a time I’d felt simultaneously panicky and horny, it was now. What if he thought this was weird? What if I scared him off? “You into it? If not, I won’t bother saying more, and we can just talk
FWO.”

“I…” Kai shifted on his bed and scooted back so I could see his long toned legs, strong thighs, and the black briefs he wore with his hoodie. “Will you be naked too?”

“After a while.”

Intrigue flashed in those big blue eyes. “What happens during the ’while’?”

“I tell you what to do, and you do it.”

Kai wasn’t breathing hard enough for me to hear it, but I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The way he squirmed on the bed and absently reached down to adjust himself. Fuck yes. He
was
into it.

“Take off your hoodie.”

With only the slightest hesitation, Kai unzipped it and tossed it to the side. His smooth unblemished flesh was totally bared for the camera. I let my eyes feast on it, and the more I looked, the harder he got. I could tell by the way his briefs stretched out.

But still….

“I’m going to get nasty so tell me if you wanna abort.” I wet my lips and kept my hands at my sides. “If you don’t like what I’m saying, just tell me, okay?”

Kai nodded slowly, but he didn’t tell me to stop. He just looked at me with dilated pupils and quickening breath.

“I can do this with you,” he said, and it was almost like he was talking to himself. “I want to do this with you.”

“Good.” My attention returned to his underwear. “Show me your dick.”

I could hear another sharp inhale, but Kai lifted his hips and skimmed out of his briefs. His erection stood straight against his stomach. I’d never been so desperate to have something in my mouth. The idea of tasting him, of smelling him, drove me insane.

“Can I touch it?”

“Yeah. But…” I clenched my hands, nervous again. “Not with your hands. Not yet. Since I’m not there, your hands are gonna be my hands. Your mouth is gonna be my mouth.” This was one of those moments when he could very well tell me to go fuck myself like the pervert I was. “Let’s see how flexible you are.”

“I’m really fucking flexible,” Kai breathed, his voice trembling. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Lean against the headboard and pull your knees back.” It came out in a gravelly rush, and my voice only pitched lower once Kai was in the position. I ached at the sight of the rounded curve of his ass, and that tight hole. “Wrap your arms around the back of your knees.”

“Jesus, Garrett….”

“Do it,” I growled. My hand found its way into my lap, and I squeezed myself through my underwear. One touch and I was trembling. I wanted to get off so badly it nearly consumed me, but I was going to wait. “And now lean forward again. Until you can touch your dick with your lips.”

I’d only meant for him to suckle the head, but Kai’s lips curled into the filthiest smirk I’d ever seen right before he crossed his legs behind his head, leaned forward, and swallowed himself to the root. I had no idea how he could bend that way, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Watching his fingers dig harder into his thigh as he bobbed his head and sucked his own dick—it was hotter than any video on his site. Hotter than any goddamn porn vid I’d ever watched.

My underwear were abandoned pretty quickly, and then I was spitting into my palm and slicking myself up. Pretending his mouth was on me. My spit was his spit. That I could feel the hot wet cavern of his mouth.

“Grab the base and suck it hard,” I said hoarsely. “Pretend it’s mine.”

Kai

Garrett had underestimated me. From under my lashes, I peeked up at him. His face was red, his muscled chest flushed, and the veins in his neck so prominent, I worried he was going to stroke out.

But then his jaw clenched, and he spoke in a firm voice that reminded me while this might be my show, he was the puppet master. “Stop. I don’t want you to come yet.”

I pulled back with one last lick at the head of my cock. I’d never done it before since I could get the same feeling with the right fleshlight, but in front of Garrett? With him directing me? Hell yeah. A shudder ran down my rounded spine.

The knowledge that he was on the other side of the world and so affected by me only made me harder. “Garrett.” I said his name like a plea.

“Stroke yourself. Touch your balls.”

Taking one hand from behind my knees, I fisted my cock, squeezing up and down the length before rolling my balls in my hand. My grip was a little firmer than I usually liked but I needed something to ground me before I shot too early.

“Now get out your toys. I know you got some, cam boy.”

Yes, yes, I did. I let my legs drop to my bed, careful not to jostle the laptop too much. I stretched over and opened up the drawer to my bedside table.

“Show me what you have,” Garrett said. “I have something specific in mind.”

I turned to him, my hand in the drawer, wrapped around a plug. “Everything?”

“Dildos or vibrators. The biggest you got.”

Sucking in a breath, I turned back to my search and enjoyed the friction of my hard cock against the sheet. I pulled out five dildos—three silicone and two glass. I preferred the ribbed blue one because it always hit me just right. Plus, I liked blue.

Garrett surveyed the variety. I didn’t think about how ridiculous this would look to an outsider—me holding them in front of me like they were a plate of cookies. I stretched out my tongue and licked the tip of one.

Garrett shifted on the bed. I could practically hear his heart racing. “Is that everything?”

“You don’t like any of these?”

His teeth dragged over his lower lip before he said, “You need a suction base.”

Oh.
Oh.

I actually did have one of those but I’d never taken it out of the box. I dumped the armful of sex toys back into my drawer and held up a finger. Lying on my stomach, I reached under the bed, opened the box, and pulled out the light flesh colored dildo with the suction base. I held it up to Garrett, and he immediately grinned. Well, I thought it was a grin, it was sort of hard to tell with his gritted teeth.

Garrett nodded his approval. “Stick it to your headboard.”

I looked at the solid wood headboard, then back at Garrett. “The headboard?”

“Yes, Kai. You’re going to fuck yourself on it, and keep those gorgeous eyes on me the whole time. Understand?”

I wasn’t proud of the whimper that left my throat. I’d done a lot on camera, but I’d never been able to see my audience. I’d never wanted to. And while sure, a dildo in my ass felt great, I knew this would be…totally different. With Garrett watching, with him getting off with me, his gravelly voice in my ear urging me on.

I was panting as I affixed the suction base to my headboard, then turned around on all fours to make sure it was at the right height. I tested it, canting my hips so the tip of the silicone pressed against my hole. When it felt right, I arched my back and stared straight at Garrett.

His lips were parted as he clutched his cock. It was red and flushed against his abs. “Get your lube.”

After snatching it off the bedside table, I sat back on my heels and squeezed some onto my fingers. Before I got my fingers anywhere near where they needed to go, Garrett barked out another command. “No. I want to see. I want to imagine your fingers are mine, getting that tight hole ready for my cock.”

Of course he did. I loved how he talked like a filthy porno, because…somehow I knew this was just for me. Under it all, I knew, I
knew
there was an underlying affection, a need and lust and want for me. Just me. Not Costigan. Not any of the other guys on the base.

I sat back and spread my legs so he got the view he wanted, then reached down, pulling up my balls so he could get a good look. I waited for this next command.

“Circle your rim for me, baby. Use your middle finger. I want your ass nice and ready for when I stuff my dick in you.”

My head fell back as I listened to his instructions.

“Two fingers at once,” he whispered. “You can do it. I know you’ve been fucking yourself every night while thinking of me, right? When it’s just you in the dark without the camera.”

“Yes.” I breached myself with two fingers. “Think about you all the time.”

“You fucking better. A night doesn’t go by without you on my mind.” Garrett’s voice was strained. “Come on, Kai. Let’s see those fingers going in and out, and tell me what you think about when you fuck yourself.”

“You holding me down, one of those big hands over my wrists. Your knees pinning my thighs. And you fucking me so hard I can’t catch my breath. Until the only thing I can do is take everything you have to give me. Like that’s my only purpose.”

“Oh fuck,” Garrett groaned. “Oh fuck, that’s so goddamn hot, Kai.”

“Wish this was you,” I muttered, not even realizing I’d planned to say that until the words came out.

“I’m there,” he said, a steady conviction in his voice. “I’m right there, my fingers in that hole, rubbing against your prostate, telling you how I’m gonna drill you into the bed.”

I couldn’t speak anymore, not as I crooked my fingers and nudged that bundle of nerves that lit up my body even more than it already was.

“You want my dick, Kai?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, fucking yes. I want it so bad.”

“On your hands and knees, baby. Time to fuck. I want to feel that hot body milking me.”

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, my limbs shaking.

“Move the laptop a little so I can see.”

I angled it so he could see my face as well as the length of my body, and the dildo suctioned to my headboard.

“Perfect,” he uttered. “I got my hands on your hips, framing that perfect ass. And your back is arched, just waiting for me. You’re begging me for it, aren’t you?”

I tilted my hips just enough to feel the blunt head grazing my ass. “Please,” I said. “I want it so bad.”

“What do you want?”

“You. I want your dick in me and your sweat dripping on me as you pound me.”

“Jesus fuck. I’m—”

“Yes—”

“I’m so fucking close already.” Garrett’s chest glistened with sweat, and he spoke through harsh breaths. “I’m yanking you back on my cock.”

I reached back and grabbed the dildo “Please.”

“Push back. Take me in.”

With a cry, I impaled myself.

“You’re so tight, Kai. So goddamn tight. Look at me.”

With gargantuan effort, I held my head up to watch as Garrett’s fist blurred over his rigid flesh. “You hear that crack? That’s my palm on your ass telling you to fucking move. Fuck yourself on my cock. I know you can do it.”

I arched my back and did what he told me to do, shoving back on the stiff length and imagining flesh and blood rather than what was really in my ass. I gripped the mattress and didn’t stop the noises coming from my throat as I stared at Garrett. He didn’t take his eyes off of me. Not once. Even as he grunted, even as I saw the sweat drip down his temple, splashing on his rippled abs and fast-moving fist.

“How do you I feel?” he said. “Hitting you right?”

“So right,” I said. “So perfect.”

Garrett’s head fell back against the wall, and he watched me from beneath a fall of dark hair. He slid his hand over his dick faster and with more aggressive tugs. I loved the sound of him gasping, of his deep moans, but I loved it more when he started talking to me again.

“I’m so fucking close, Kai. Wanna come with me?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Your fist is my fist, and I want it wrapped around that thick cock.” Every word heightened my lust, and the roar of arousal in my ears. “I want you to blow when I unload in that tight ass.”

My hand was there, and I pretended it wasn’t my slender fingers. I pretended it was Garrett’s calloused palms.

“Oh fuck, I’m close too.”

Garrett’s eyes flicked between his erection and my face. “I’m going to fill you up, baby. Pound you so—so fucking hard…until—”

My balls drew up as my ass clenched on the cock in my ass. “Oh God—”

“Oh fuck
yes
, Kai!”

Garrett released, and splashes of semen covered his stomach and hand. I followed right after him, fucking myself through it, painting my sheets below and continuing to jack myself until the point of pain.

With a groan, I collapsed onto the bed in the wet spot, my ass empty and sore, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath.

I didn’t look at the laptop, squeezing my eyes shut because I needed a minute to myself. This wasn’t some video I’d done for faceless viewers. This had been for Garrett. For us.

Now that the lust had worn off, I remembered where I was. I was alone in my apartment, with no hot body behind me. I’d fucked myself on a silicone dildo, not a real cock attached to a real man who cared about me. No cum in my ass, no bruises on my hip from a punishing grip. There was only me, and my sweat, and my rapidly cooling body.