Prom King - Page 19

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Ollie

I've barely gotten home when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I'm smiling before I even see the screen.

I told you that I would text you.

I'm glad you did.

I pause before sending another message.

Is everything okay? PICU?

Yes, thankfully it wasn't a real emergency. Now I get to take a nap, or...

Or...?

I unlock my door and go inside, and suddenly the phone rings. I look at the screen, and it's Adam video calling me. I hit the green button as I lock the door behind me, and Adam's face appears. He's smiling, lying down on a bed which I'm pretty sure is the same bed we almost had sex on. "Long time no see," I say.

"I see you're home."

"You are correct." I drop my purse and kick off my shoes and walk with him into my bedroom. "And you still haven't told me what you meant by 'or...'"

He stretches, putting one of his arms behind his head and I'm distracted by the way that position shows off the muscles in his arm. "I thought my calling might have been an indication."

What he means suddenly hits me, and I freeze. "Oh." I blink. "I've never done that before."

"If you don't want to, that's fine."

"No," I say, "I want to." God, I want to. I want to see him as much as I can, and I was disappointed that we were interrupted, even though I would never stop him from doing his job. "I just, don't know what to do."

"This time," he says, voice low, "I'll tell you what to do."

The way his voice cuts through the silence in my room, everything I felt in that little room comes rushing back and I'm ready.

"There will be a next time?"

He grins, "I still have a year of this ahead of me, and as much as I wish that I could sneak you in here for sex every night, I don't think that would work."

"No, probably not."

His face suddenly goes serious and sexy. "Unbutton your shirt."

My stomach drops. "Now?"

"Now."

"You don't know if I live alone, you know. You never asked."

Adam raises an eyebrow. "Do you live alone?"

"Yes."

"Are you nervous?"

I swallow. "Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Olivia," he says, and the way his voice caresses my name makes me shiver. "I've touched you. I've tasted you. My tongue, fingers, and cock have all been inside you. My cock has been in your mouth. I've sucked on your breasts. All of that happened without a camera in-between us."

My face flames red, and I close my eyes because I'm embarrassed and incredibly aroused at the same time. "It's different."

"It's not." There's a rustling, and I open my eyes to see that he's taken off his shirt. "I'm going first." His free hand dips below the scope of the camera and there's more rustling. "See? Now I'm naked."

He slowly and pointedly pans the camera down his body and I take in his abs and legs and his very erect cock.

"I'm not sure I did a good enough job taking care of you if you're still that hard."

"That's not true," he says. "I just didn't have enough of you."

I meet his eyes through the camera, and there's a pull in my chest and my gut, and there's a feeling that this is more than what we both thought.

"I don't think I'll ever have enough of you," he says softly.

There's a silence that hangs between us, like something big is begging to be said, but it can't be. Not while we're chatting like this. Adam clears his throat. "Unbutton your shirt, Ollie."

I do, and suddenly I laugh. "This is harder than I thought with one hand."

"I'll buy you a little stand for your phone."

"I'll be your own personal cam girl?"

"Something like that, yeah." I get my shirt unbuttoned and go to shrug it off my shoulders. "No," he says, "Not yet."

I stop. "Why?"

"You're nervous," he says. "So I want you to do exactly what I say, and nothing else."

My stomach drops again, and the heat from my blush shifts downward. "Okay."

"Put down the phone, take off your pants and your bra. Leave your panties on and your shirt unbuttoned."

My pussy clenches, and I'm not sure why him instructing me to take off my clothes is so hot, but it is. I can feel the slickness gathering between my legs, and I press them together in an attempt to stop my arousal from growing. It doesn't work.

I get back on the bed and lay back, breathing for a second before I pick up the phone again. In the little camera that shows me, I see what he sees. Oh. The two sides of my shirt are barely covering my breasts, and it's sexy. He knows what he's doing.

Adam groans. "You look good, baby."

"I feel good."

His free hand drops out of the shot again, and I know that he's touching himself. God, it's sexy knowing that. Slowly, I can feel my anxiety about this dropping away.

"Are your nipples hard?"

They are. They always are when I'm aroused. Now that I think about it, they basically get hard whenever I'm within a few feet of Adam. I nod.

"Show me."

I pull back one side of my shirt, and then the other, so that the fabric falls on either side of me and I'm completely bared to him. There's something breathless and exciting about it. He's seen me before, but not like this.

"Touch them. Touch them like I would touch them."

My anxiety surges again, and I hesitantly lift my hands to my nipple. I've done this plenty of times alone, but with him watching..."Ollie, close your eyes."

I do.

"Touch yourself."

Drawing my fingers across my skin, I feel the little goosebumps that form after my fingers leave. With my eyes closed, it's easier to pretend that he's here and I'm not the one touching myself. I circle my nipple, slowly rolling it between my thumb and forefinger and tugging. My body responds the way it always does, with heat and wetness and wanting more.

"Switch," he says softly, and I do, working my other nipple until they're both so hard and sensitive that just the stirring of air from my fan is making shiver.

"God, I love your tits," he says with a groan. "I want to fuck them."

I moan. That image turns me on. I want to feel his cock sliding between my breasts. I know he'll come and I sure will. "Yes," I say. "Please."

"I'm going to," he says. "I'm going to straddle you and fuck your tits until we both come."

The pressure is building in my core and I switch my hand back to my other breast without him telling me to, but I need it. I need it.

I'm pulling harder now, god, I wish Adam were here. I need his mouth on me, I need him to suck and lick and I throw my memory back to that night and I imagine the feeling while I toy with my nipples, and I'm so close, and—

"Stop."

Adam's voice penetrates the haze in my brain. "Ollie, stop."

"Why?" I gasp, barely able to pull my hand away from myself.

The pleasure that was building fades a little, until it's manageable. I open my eyes and see him, staring at me, I can feel the lust and the need even through the camera.

"Trust me," he says.

I put my hand down by my side, trying to catch my breath. Adam's arm is moving, and he lowers the camera so I can see his cock and his hand stroking it. "See how much I like watching you?" he asks. The tip of his cock is glistening, and I can see the sheen of sweat on his skin when he brings the camera back to his face.

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