Secret Surrender (Forever 2)

“I guess this means I win the bet,” he said with dark lust, breaths heavy and fist pumping hard. Beads of sweat dotted his brows and a few strands of his wavy hair were matted to his cheeks. “You’re masturbating while thinking about me.”

“If you recall, I never took that bet,” I replied, barely able to catch my breath or my mind for that matter. I licked my lips because all the moaning had made them dry. “And if I did, I would’ve lost anyway when you called my work phone that day.”

“I knew it.” His mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Your voice gets this tiny rasp when you’re turned-on.”

My face grew shamefully hot but embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop my hands from shoving the vibrator in and out of myself. If anything, it fueled the heat burning in my core. “No it doesn’t.”

But then I heard it.

“Just like that.” He laughed. Then abruptly groaned from the stimulation. “Just like that. . .” His voice trailed off in a whispered moan.

The erotic sound of his cries vibrated through me making me tremble and clench tighter around the silver c**k inside me. Like before, I timed the thrusts of the toy with Vincent’s strokes. The pleasure was stronger than it was when I was using my fingers and I could already feel myself approaching another climax.

“Come for me, Kristen. I’m right there with you.”

Vincent’s strokes grew frantic and urgent and so did my thrusts. It was just me before, but now we were both now edging toward a cliff.

“Kristen, you’re making me lose it,” he cried.

The vibrations from his voice combined with the vibrations from the toy drove me over the edge. “Vincent, I’m coming!”

“Fuck Fuck Fuck.”

Right before my world darkened, I saw him desperately try to cup the tip of his c**k with his hand and se**n bursting violently from the gaps between his fingers onto his lap and keyboard. He howled a choked cry of both pain and relief as my eyes rolled back into my head from my own orgasm. I heard his heavy panting and soft groans through my speakers as I laid on the bed, feeling like I couldn’t move.

After a few minutes, he spoke. “Jesus, Kristen. I need to get a towel because of you. Maybe a new laptop.”

I’d recovered enough energy to prop myself halfway up. My limbs still felt wobbly but I was eager to look at him. I smiled. “I’m sorry. I guess I owe you one.”

“Don’t be. I’d buy a new laptop every day if I could see you touching yourself.”

“You’re so sweet.” I grinned.

“I don’t think Mr. Waddles approves of me anymore after what I had you do.”

I laughed and glanced at the plush puffin on my desk where I left him. Lifeless eyes hid recent trauma. “He’ll get over it. I enjoyed it. You might say I found the experience thrilling.”

Vincent winked at me then got up from his chair to grab a towel. I got a peek at his firm backside which made me consider going for round three, but my boneless body protested. I went to the bathroom and quickly washed up. Moments later, Vincent returned to the screen in his boxer-briefs and began cleaning up the evidence of our session.

“So have you done this before?” I asked as I tugged on fresh pajamas and took a seat at my desk. “You know, this whole cyber sex thing?”

“This was a first for me. I wouldn’t take a risk like this unless it was worth it.”

“You could’ve fooled me, it sounded like you knew exactly what you were doing.”

“Sometimes you just follow your instincts,” he said, smiling.

A yawn bubbled up to my mouth and I tried to stifle it with my hand.

“Are you going be able to sleep?” he asked. “I would’ve liked to be there to keep you warm, but unfortunately we’re apart.”

“I appreciate the thought but I don’t think I’m going to have any trouble falling asleep tonight.” My hand covered another yawn. “I think you wore me out.”

“I told you I can be very demanding.”

“If only I’d known what you meant back then at your office.”

“Would you still have agreed to be my point-of-contact?”

The corners of my lips rose. “I would’ve thought twice if I knew I’d be masturbating on camera for you a few weeks later. I don’t think I would’ve been so keen on that idea.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t know then.” He gave a sly grin then continued. “I can see that you’re tired. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up this weekend.”

I touched my fingers to my lips and then kissed the camera with it. “Night, Vincent.”

“Goodnight, Kristen.”

Chapter Four

After the intense video chat session the night before, Thursday was remarkably uneventful. Vincent had been tied up with business all day and night so we didn’t Skype again. He said he’d make it up to me by taking me somewhere special this weekend. After flying on his private jet to St. Thomas, I could only imagine what “special” meant.

Friday rolled around and I was excited because Vincent was returning to Manhattan. I’d been busy with research on a new lead for Carl. It was a woman who had recently made a fortune from creating a shoe that could easily change from heels to flats. It was one of those genius ideas that makes you slap your forehead and say, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

I didn’t slap my forehead though, instead crinkled it as I diligently researched her background. If there’s anything I’ve learned from my time with Vincent, it’s that successful people win by playing by their own rules. I was too busy trying to follow other people’s rules to make up my own. And I was okay with that, for now.

I looked at the extra duffel bag I had set next to my filing cabinet. This morning Vincent had texted me saying he was going to pick me up after work and I should pack a swimsuit and extra pair of clothes. It probably meant we were going somewhere tropical again. Of course, I didn’t complain.

My eyes were on the clock on the lower right corner of the computer monitor, watching the last few minutes of the work day tick by painfully. I felt like a kid waiting for recess. In addition to the items Vincent asked me to bring, I packed something extra. Sexy lingerie.

I waited for him at the usual spot behind the office building as he pulled his Camry to the curb. I opened the passenger door and hopped in.

He smiled and I smiled. We locked eyes then locked lips in a passionate embrace. We both missed one another and the kiss said it better than words ever could.