Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security 2)

“Jesus,” he mutters into the mic. “How do people play the actual game when they could be doing this the entire time?”

“Crazy, right?”

W45PN347: Take that armor off, baby. Show me what I want to see.

Glad that he’s taken the conversation to the chat box, I obey without questions, stripping the metal from my character’s body and standing there completely naked in front of him. He strips down as well, leaving nothing on but his loincloth. Holding his finger up, Wren’s character makes a motion for me to spin around. I obey, my arms tingling with chills as I watch his animated cock thicken between his legs.

With the crook of his finger, he urges me forward, gripping my neck once again before licking into my mouth.

Jesus, is it hot in here? Did my air conditioning suddenly decide to fail?

With two hands on my shoulders, he pushes me to my knees, and I oblige him, holding my mouth open before he can waste energy giving me another command.

“Fuck,” he whispers, making me realize the mic is still open between us. “How sexy is that?”

“She gives good head,” I return. “It was gifted in a mystery box a couple years ago.”

“I don’t want to think about you sucking other guys off.”

The territorial tone of his voice makes it seem like he means the real me instead of the character on the screen fellating his character.

“Her pussy—”

“Enough,” he snaps. “Women with a cock in their throats can’t speak.”

And now my heart is pounding in my chest.

I mouth Yes, Sir in response, doing my best to just watch what’s going on between our characters without touching myself, even though my body is desperate for it.

“Look at you, Rach. See that crowd gathering around? Do you think they want to see you gag?”

Until he mentioned it, my eyes were glued to the woman on her knees, but a quick glance around my screen reveals several people watching and more walking forward to get a closer look.

W45PN357: Switch to channel 5. This is private.

Heat fills my cheeks as I realize everything we’ve said before was audible over the mic for everyone fighting tonight to hear. Literally my entire guild is here tonight, and yeah, this wouldn’t be the first time we talked dirty or acted out things in-game, but for some reason it hits me differently tonight.

My face is on fire as I struggle with indecision.

W45PN357: Look at her go! Jesus, I’m going to come.

And come he does. His character at least. My own character swallows down as much as she can, but with this being a digital enactment, there’s always more to give and cum is dripping down her chin a few seconds later.

W45PN357: Channel 5, Whitney. I need privacy for what I plan to do to you next.

It’s all too real. Too close to home. Too tempting.

RachNRoss4Eva: I think I’m going to go to bed.

W45PN357: Really? In the middle of the party? I promise to make you come.

I 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 13Wren

“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.