One-Eighty (Westover Prep 1)

“Yeah?” My heart is racing. “How do we make that happen?”

“I thought…” She swallows so hard, I can see her throat working on camera. “Maybe you can touch yourself.”

“And you watch me?” My cock jerks, loving the idea already.

“And I could maybe touch myself.”

If she keeps talking like this, I won’t even have to have skin on skin contact with my dick. I’m already leaking from the tip at the sight of her fresh face and the bare skin visible from her tank top.

“Is that a dumb idea?” she asks when I take too long to answer her.

“No,” I snap. “That’s an amazing idea.”

“Can I umm, can I see you while you do it?”

I know what she’s asking, but I act like I don’t. “You can see me now, right?”

I grin just for her.

“I mean your... umm… never mind. This is fine.”

“Oh, do you mean this?” I angle the camera down, letting the video pick up the trail of my abs down my happy trail until it skates over my basketball shorts. My erection is evident on my end, but I don’t know if it’s decipherable on video.

She gasps, and that answers that question.

“What about you?” I ask, turning the camera back to my face. “Do I get to see you, too?”

“If you want.”

“Oh, baby. I want that so much.” I look around my bed, wanting both hands for this, before spotting an extra pillow. I prop the phone against it, adjusting it slightly so she can get a full view of my face, torso, and the straining member below the waist.

“Wow,” she whispers. “Great camera angle. Hold on.”

The camera on her end goes wonky, but before long, she’s done the same, propping it up, so I have an incredible angle of her body.

“Stop,” I tell her when she lifts her hips to pull her shorts off. “Just dip your fingers into your shorts. The first time I see you completely naked, I want it to be in person.”

“Okay,” she pants. “Do we start now?”

“You’re running this show, Piper. You tell me what to do.”

“Is this awkward for you?” Her brow furrows. “I don’t know that I can tell you what to do. How about you tell me?”

Jesus, this girl is going to be the death of me.

“Slip your left hand under your waistband,” I begin. “Pull your tank top up and play with your nipple with your other hand.”

“Will you touch yourself, too?” she asks as her hands move to obey my commands.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” she moans, and it sends a rush of cold chills over my entire body. “I want to see it.”

Without preamble, I lift my hips and shove my shorts down to my knees. My cock springs free, celebrating the cool air with the anticipation of being touched.

“Fast or slow?” she asks, breathlessly.

“Do whatever feels good.” I choose slow for myself because there’s no way I can make this last, and I want to prolong it as much as possible.

“It all feels good,” she whispers, “but my hand doesn’t feel as good as your mouth did.”

The mention of what happened in her car while I’m touching myself sends a bolt of electricity up my spine.

“I can’t wait to taste you again. To put my mouth exactly where those fingers are exploring right now.”

She shudders with my dirty words, but I’m being completely honest. I want to taste every inch of her body. I want to spend hours, days, months even finding out exactly what she likes and then giving it to her at every possible opportunity.

“I w-want that, too, Dalton.”

“I want to spread you open with my fingers and find every secret you’ve been hiding under your clothes. I want to spend a lifetime worshipping your body and making you mine.”

“Dalton,” she moans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I grunt. “Jesus, Piper.”

She whimpers, and the tiny sound coming from her own pleasure sends me over the edge. Rope after rope of cum spurts onto my heaving chest, and I look back at the camera just in time to see her stomach contract with the convulsions of her own orgasm.

She moans with pleasure before hissing with pain.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when her brow scrunches up.

Her right hand moves from her breast to push against her temple.

“Headache,” she answers after a long moment. “I don’t think I drank enough water today. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I can come over and—”

“I’ll be fine,” she reassures me, but it takes her a long moment before she realizes her breasts are still on display. Not that I’m complaining, but I recall how quickly she clammed up in the car, so I know her head must be hurting pretty bad if she hasn’t pulled her tank down yet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dalton.” She gives me a weak smile. “I had a lot of fun today.”