Hotel O

It takes him a while to respond, but then I see a notification in the corner of the screen. He wants to turn on the microphone on the laptop. Not mine. His.

I suck in a breath. Then I push the accept button.

“Good girl.” His voice sounds buttery smooth. Like delicious whipped cream I want to lather all over my body.

NaughtyKitten: I love your voice.

Jesus, why did I even say that? I sound like a drooling teen.

He chuckles. Dark. Sinfully. The sound of it covers my skin in goose bumps.

“Are you interested in my suggestion?” he asks.

God, I love his voice already. I don’t know if I’ll ever want to quit knowing he sounds like this.

NaughtyKitten: Fuck yes.

“Turn on the camera. Take the dildo from your pussy … stick it to the laptop … and suck it off until we both come.”

My eyes widen.

I’m staring at the laptop, hearing his voice repeat the words over and over in my mind. Does he really want me to go on camera? With my face showing? But that’s against the chat rules, right?

NaughtyKitten: You sure ask a lot.

“Tell me you’re not wet just thinking about it.”

He’s right. I am.

Soaking wet, actually.

“Put on a mask if you’re worried about your identity. Either way, you’re doing this for me because you like pleasing me … and I like seeing you squirm.”

He’s completely right. I am just as filthy as he describes me.

Admitting that only turns me on. And hearing his voice is the final trigger.

Declan

Will she or will she not?

I tap my fingers on the keyboard as I wait for her to reply. My request was outrageous and completely out of line. Exactly what I crave … and precisely what I shouldn’t have.

I enjoy pushing boundaries. It gives me a kick.

But maybe this time I went too far.

These girls aren’t like anything else.

It’s real. Raw. Uncensored.

Not like porn, where you get only a quarter of the story. It’s all scripted. All an act.

But this? I’m talking to a real person. Someone with emotions and needs. Someone who can be just as filthy. And it’s much more exhilarating than any taped porn could ever be.

When the familiar three dots appear behind her name, I pause. She hasn’t closed the chat. That means something.

NaughtyKitten: Okay, I found a mask.

A grin spreads on my lips.

I was waiting for her to say no. To tell me to go fuck myself. To quit the chat and never speak to me again. Yet she did the complete opposite.

Maybe I should’ve pulled the trigger. Pushed the button and stopped this conversation entirely before it got out of hand. Before I go in too deep and stay too curious to stop.

But I just can’t bring myself to actually do it.

I want to find out how far she’ll go … How far I’ll take it.

And with this vixen, there’s no telling how dirty it can get.

NaughtyKitten: Will I see you too?

“Not right now, Kitten,” I reply, licking my lips.

I know she wants it badly … but I’m not about to reveal my identity. Besides, I’m still at the office. I don’t have any masks in here, and I’m definitely not going to go look for one either. Not when I’m horny as fuck and have her right where I want her.

No. We’re going to do this my way.

“Now, are you going to please me?” I ask.

She begins to type.

NaughtyKitten: Turning on the camera.

When the notification pops up, I accept, and there she is in all her glory. Dark brown hair tucked into a tight ponytail. Thick, luscious lips. Half-naked body with a see-through top on, precisely the way I like it. The bombshell who has a knack for making cocks hard.

And better yet, she’s got the camera on her phone switched on, and she’s bringing it down between her naked legs. I can see the suction cup on the end of the dildo, and I watch as she pulls it out slowly. Slick wetness covers the length, making my mouth water.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for a night of eating her out.

But I have to remain in control of my needs, in control of this situation, because it can’t ever get out of hand. I could lose my career over this. Maybe that’s why I find it so exhilarating. The thrill of getting caught is like a drug I can’t get enough of.

She pulls it up toward the laptop screen, following along with the camera, and I lean forward in anticipation of what I’m about to see. My cock is already fully erect as I rub it through my pants. The strain is getting to be too much, so I unzip my pants and pull it out, jerking off to the image of her sticking the dildo to the screen.

“Suck it off, Kitten …” I say.