Page 82 of Instigator

On the other end of the video chat, Aidan has removed his sweats and is slowly stroking his cock, eyes glued to me. The camera angle lets me see him from head to mid-thigh, and it takes some positioning for me to find the right setup on my end.

“Pick up your lube,” I tell him.

He lets out an amused snort as he does so. “Now what?” he teases.

“Slick your hand and pour some into the toy.”

He’s shown me his box of sex toys—the ones he keeps in the nightstand drawer and the second collection for the shower—and I did my best to find something I thought he’d like.

A pocket pussy with a bonus vibrator? Yes, please. Almost makes me wish I had a cock of my own to play with it.

Instead, I’ve got a vibrating dildo all to myself. As he’s preparing his toy, I get mine ready, spreading lube over the silicone and my fingers.

Aidan stares at me, eyelids heavy. “Show me what you’re doing.”

Moving my leg, I put myself on display for him. His lust-drenched groan sends a bolt of heat through me.

“Touch yourself,” he murmurs.

“Only if you do the same.”

As my fingers delve between my legs, he strokes his cock from root to tip and back down again.

“Ceci.”

The gravel in his voice hits me in my core. I slip a finger inside me, working the lube around. Sometimes I need more help than others, but it has nothing to do with attraction or desire. I want him, plain and simple. There’s no doubt in my mind how much I want him. My body just has to get on board.

As I watch, he takes the silicone pussy and places it over the tip of his cock. He doesn’t slam home. No, he teases his cockhead, working it over his tip. The soft sighs he lets out prove I made the right call.

I want to bring him pleasure. And if he’s not ready for P-in-V, we can still be intimate in other ways.

Adding a second finger, I let myself indulge in the sensations. Pleasure floods my veins, and I allow myself to have this, to free-fall into the sensations.

Finally warmed up, I reach for the dildo, teasing it up and down my slit.

“Do it,” Aidan says hoarsely. “Let me see you fuck yourself.”

I let my legs fall open, spreading them farther as I line up the silicone with my entrance. The toy breaches me, and everything in my mind quiets. The only sound in the room is my harsh breathing and the pained sounds coming from my laptop speakers.

When I finally take it all, the flared base resting against my cunt, I flick a button on the bottom to turn on the vibration.

“Oh…” I arch my back as the sensations flow through me.

I hear a quiet grunt, and I force my gaze back to the screen. Aidan’s slipped the rest of the toy over his length, and I watch as he moves the silicone up and down his cock.

“There’s a button,” I gasp out as I press the one on mine to change the speed. “Underneath.”

His eyebrow arches, and his grip shifts around the pocket pussy. “A button?”

“Just trust me.”

He grunts, and I know the moment he’s found it, because his eyes roll back into his head.

“Holy fuck,” he pants.

“Good?”

“Holy fucking shit.”