Her perfect lips part on a gasp. “What do you mean?”
No turning back now. And I don’t want to. It feels too right talking to her about sex. Any form of intimacy with her is like breathing fresh air. “I mean, you’re nervous around men. This could be a way of facing your fears without being touched. If you watch me pleasure myself, maybe you’ll get more comfortable with the idea of touching.” I saw the heel of my palm up and down my length, causing it to swell drastically against the front of my sweatpants. “You’re scared because you were vulnerable that night, Peyton. So watch me at my most vulnerable. See how helpless I get at the end…when I’ll die if I don’t come.”
By the time I finish talking, her little nipples are pebbled against the front of her tank top and she’s squeezing her thighs together, the way she did the other night in the kitchen. Yeah, she’s horny. She just doesn’t know what to do about it yet.
Good thing I do.
I just need an opening. I need her trust.
Is this the way to get it?
“Come here, honey.” Her progress across the storage cage is slow and I meet her halfway, stopping just shy of touching her, my hand still busy on the bulge in my sweats. “You’ve never seen a man’s cock before.”
A statement, not a question. Nothing has ever been more obvious.
“No,” she whispers, looking down between us. “Do you really turn…helpless at the end?”
“Yes,” I say raggedly, turning our bodies without touching and walking her backward until she’s pressed to the wall of the cage. I prop my left forearm above her head, getting as close as possible without touching. My balls are heavy and throbbing in anticipation of finally getting relief and I’m powerless to do anything but shove down the waistband of my sweatpants and fist my dick. Holding the hard length of it up and showing it to her. “You can tell it hurts just by looking at it, can’t you, honey?”
Her nod is jerky, her breath starting to come faster. “Y-yes.”
I let my head fall back and start to jack myself. “Ohhhh fuck.” My jaw is slack, eyesight blurring. “It’s been so long. It’s sensitive.”
“It’s b-bigger than I thought,” she stammers.
Peyton commenting on my size causes semen to bead on the head of my arousal and she gasps, bringing more and more milk to the surface. The pressure in my balls only intensifies, though. “Yeah. It’s big, honey, but it would fit inside your pussy like a fucking dream.”
“Granger,” she rasps, her fingers reaching back to curl into the cage links, those gorgeous tits of hers heaving up and down. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” Her eyelashes flutter. “Sh-should you?”
I start to twist my strokes, my thumb swiping over the sensitized head and it’s so hot with her watching me, I let out a long groan. “I can beat off in front of you, but the line is drawn at talking about your pussy?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I lean in and let my mouth hover right above her ear, as close to touching as I can get. “Bet it’s so creamy and tight, baby. Bet you’re too shy to even touch it in the shower, aren’t you?”
Laboring to breathe, her head falls back against the cage. “Yes.”
“Goddamn. That’s okay, Peyton. I’ll do it for you.” I devour the sight of her tits from above. The perky swells in her neckline, the valley between the beautiful pair, the outline of her erect nipples. I make a hoarse noise and my hand moves faster. “Ah, Jesus. Your tits are going to make me come.”
She seems to marvel over that fact. “Really?”
“Fuck yes.” My orgasm is a runaway train at this point, eating up the tracks of my thoughts. Loosening my tongue. Making me forget to go slow, not scare her. “Pull your top down for me. Show me those hot, little virgin tits.”
“Granger—”
“Do it for me, baby. Please.” I drop my left forearm from the wall—and with the most intense climax of my life bearing down on me, I wrench down the straps of her tank top, clawing the garment down to her waist, barking a curse when the sweetest pair of breasts ever created come into view, all supple and puckered for me. Quivering with her attempts to fill her lungs. “Ah, shit. I’m there. I’m done.” My body moves on its own, flattening her to the cage wall, rattling it, my hand moving feverishly between our laps, jacking my cock. “There’s only you. Only you making me come. I’m your servant right now, Peyton. Can’t you feel that, baby? Huh, baby? Imagine me getting this fucking helpless when I’m about to blow in that sweet little cunt. I’d rail that goddamn thing just trying to fuck the pain away and you’d have the power to help me. Only you.”