Page 38 of Because I Need You
He said something else, but her eyes were locked on mine now. Her fingers stopped moving. She was so fucking wet, her pussy glistening. It took every ounce of self-control for me not to launch myself between her legs and devour her right then and there. For a moment, she just stared at me, and I was sure she’d end this, end the call, end my voyeurism. Instead, she brought her foot up and massaged my cock over my pants. I shut my eyes and bit my lip hard to not make a sound. Not because I didn’t want the bastard to know I was the one she was with, but because she didn’t need more shit on her plate right now. Fuck. This woman. She reached and tapped my belt with her foot before lowering it back onto the pillow. I stared at her. Did she want me to take my pants off? Did she want me to pull my cock out? She wanted this. Maybe she wouldn’t let me touch her. Something told me she wouldn’t cheat on him, not physically, anyway, but that didn’t matter because he’d be out of the picture and I would have her to myself soon enough. I put my hand on her leg again, out of view of the camera.
She looked panicked.
I reached over and ended the call. She could make up some bullshit reason like the signal went out or something. I didn’t care.
“If you want me to leave, I’ll leave.” I kept my eyes locked on hers and waited. “Do you want me to?”
She shook her head but didn’t say anything.
“Just say the word and my mouth will be on that beautiful pussy,” I said, licking my lips as I imagined what she would taste like, my cock pulsing in my slacks. “Say the word.”
“I can’t.” She inhaled sharply and shook her head. “You can’t touch me.”
I gave a nod. I figured as much. It was the right call, too, because I knew myself. If I tasted her, I’d want all of her, and she wasn’t mine to have. Yet.
“You want me to touch myself while you touch yourself?” I raised an eyebrow. She bit her lip and nodded her head eagerly.
“Fuck, Isabel,” I groaned.
I was about to say more, when her phone started buzzing again, a FaceTime call from William no doubt. She looked at it and looked back up at me, still wordless, not moving.
I nodded toward the phone. “Answer it, otherwise, it’ll look suspicious.”
“Are you going to leave if I answer it?” she whispered.
“Do you want me to?”
She shook her head, brought her foot up again to tap my belt. Fuck. My dick grew even harder. I gripped her ankles harder, pulling her legs farther apart. She moaned and threw her head back slightly at that, and I almost came right there.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I asked, squeezing her ankles. I’d never asked that question in my life. With her, I felt like I needed to. With her, I was doing a lot of fucking things I didn’t normally do.
“Yes.” She nodded harder. “Please.”
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on. The phone started to ring for a second time. We both just stared at each other for a moment before she leaned forward and answered the phone.
“I’m sorry, honey. The call dropped,” he said. I rolled my eyes. Honey. If he only knew his honey was about to come because of me, not him. “Now, where were we?” he asked. “Put two fingers inside.”
She complied.
“Keep playing with your tits,” he said.
She did.
I unbuckled my belt, dropped my pants, and pulled myself out of my briefs. Isabel gasped, her eyes widening on the length of my cock. I felt myself smile in a way I hadn’t since I was a teenager. Back then, when a woman saw how big I was, I’d been proud. Then, it became a job, a chore sometimes, and the attention my cock received no longer held the same meaning, but when Isabel looked at me like that? Jesus. I wrapped my hand around myself and started stroking. She gasped again, looking up at my face. I leaned in slightly, somewhat the same level as her phone. I knew it was the only way she’d keep looking at me, and I needed that. I needed her eyes on me when she came. When I came. I didn’t know why, nor did I care to analyze it, but my chest burned for it.
I ran my knuckle along the inside of her calf and mouthed, “Play with your clit.”
She nodded quickly, moving her fingers along her folds. William was telling her to return them and keep pumping her fingers inside of her, oblivious to the fact that it wasn’t doing anything for her. Fucking clown. She followed my instructions instead, bring her fingers to her clit. I stroked myself to the beat of her hand, going faster when she did, and slowing down when she did. She moaned deeply. I wasn’t sure I’d last much longer with her display. William was saying “that’s it” as if he had a damn thing to do with this, but I didn’t even care.
