Page 72 of The Shot You Missed
“Oh.” Indie’s mouth opens and closes a few times, her eyes wide. Then she laughs. “Oh, that was good.”
“It was the truth.” I fist my dick and give it a lazy tug. “You have me so hard.”
Indie’s eyes flare with heat as she watches my arm flex and move on the screen. “How hard?”
“Want to see, baby?”
The way she looks at me, fuck, I could come from that alone. So eager, so curious, but there’s a guardedness to her I can’t wait to overcome. Proving that Indie can trust me might take some time, but I’ll win her over. And I’m going to enjoy breaking down every wall she throws up between us. Like the one crumbling right now.
Chewing on her lower lip, Indie watches me work my cock for a moment before she nods.
“You want to see what you do to me?”
She nods again, this time giving me a whispered, “Yes.”
I suck in a deep breath, willing my nerves to chill out, and pan the phone down, giving her a glimpse of my dick in my hands as my abs fill the rest of the screen. The little gasp she lets out would be reward enough, but then she whispers, “Holy shit,” and I’m grinning like an idiot, all of my nervousness gone.
“You like that?”
“Mm-hmm.” There’s a rustle of fabric from the phone, and I watch as Indie pushes her breasts together when she snakes her hand down her body and out of the shot. A moment later, hereyes flutter closed and I get even harder. I don’t need her to pan the phone down to know what she’s doing.
“You wet, baby?”
“Yes.” She gasps again, this time from the movement of her fingers. “So wet for you.”
Fuck.Me.
“Is your little clit all swollen and needy?” I squeeze my dick harder, smearing the bead of pre-cum at the tip down the length. Between watching her and listening to the maddening little sounds she’s making, I won’t last long. My lower stomach tightens and I arch my back, groaning when she hums her answer.
“Mmmm, yes.” Her eyes eat me up, watching me stroke my dick faster and faster.
“Push two fingers inside yourself and fuck yourself, sweetheart. Then I want you to rub those wet fingers over your clit.”
I watch her do as I ask and have to grit my teeth to keep from blowing right then and there. “Good. Look at you. You’re doing so well. Just like that.”
“Oh,” she cries, her eyes falling closed.
I can’t have that. I need her looking at me when she comes. “Eyes on me, Indigo.”
Those glassy hazel irises nearly undo me. So does the way she gasps when she says my name. “Bash.”
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
She nods, unable to speak.
“Good. Me too. Look at what you do to me.” I angle the camera down to my dick before panning back up to my face. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Ohmygod.” Pink colors her cheeks and her breathing speeds up. She’s close. It’s beautiful.
“Let go, baby. Rub that pretty clit faster and come for me.”
“I… Oh…” She shifts on the bed, working herself faster. And when her eyes flutter shut again, I know I’m about to watch her shatter into a million blissed-out pieces.
“Eyes, Indie. Look at me when you come.”
She sucks in a ragged breath as she obeys and, in what may be the biggest ego stroke ever, she shudders and comes the moment her gaze meets mine. It’s mesmerizing, watching her give in to her pleasure. Because I’m getting a chance to see Indie in her rawest, purest, most unfiltered form. The woman is a fucking goddess, and I’ve never seen anything or anyone more perfect.
“Bash. Oh!”
