“I love watching myself fuck you,” she replied.
On screen, she was bouncing faster and harder, leaning back with her hands on his shoulders, kneading his flesh, and digging her fingernails into him. The look on her face was one of pure joy. Thomas on the video had his gaze locked on her, and his expression was like a snapshot of complete ecstasy. Seeing him so aroused by her made her start racing towards a climax.
“I’m coming,” she gasped.
“I want to hear.”
She held the phone close to her mouth, letting him hear each one of her panting breaths, each one of the moans that involuntarily came from her throat.
“I’m close,” Thomas said through his clenched teeth. “So fucking close.”
“Look”—Sasha gasped, so close to orgasming she could hardly speak—“at the screen.”
The Sasha and Thomas on-screen were pounding their bodies into one another, driven by sheer desire, absolute lust. Her hands were gripping his hair, his her ass. Their gazes were locked on each other. Then, they were both climaxing, at the same time, crying out in unison.
“There!” Sasha cried, and all at once she felt the muscles inside of her tighten around her fingers then begin to spasm as her orgasm took hold.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Thomas gasped, and then she heard him let out a guttural roar.
The sound of his orgasm over the phone and the sight of his orgasm on the screen made the feel of her own orgasm in the moment intensify. The throbbing wasn’t slowing, if anything it was getting even stronger.
“Fuck!” she cried.
“Yes. Yes. Keep going. Keep going.”
Finally, the Sasha and Thomas on the screen became still. In the real world, Sasha’s orgasm began to subside. Then the video cut out.
“Wow,” Thomas said, panting into the phone. “That was like having a foursome with myself.”
Sasha laughed, feeling dazed and breathless. Her cheeks were hot. “I know.” She took a deep breath. “Did you come?”
“Yes, absolutely everywhere.” Thomas let out one of his carefree chuckles. Then he exhaled. “We were so good together.”
“Yes, we were.”
“I wish…”
“What? What do you wish?”
There was a long silence.
“I wish that you hadn’t ruined it.”
The line went dead. Sasha listened to the sound of nothing.
“So do I.”
Chapter Twenty Six
Sasha looked at the black screen of her cell phone. That was so typical of Thomas, taking her to the height of ecstasy one minute then bringing her crashing back down to earth the next. She was about to berate herself for always getting swept up in his game when she realized that a part of her liked it. The highs and lows of being with Thomas were the exact opposite of the stable niceness she’d had with Chris. That he could make her feel the whole gamut of emotions on the emotional spectrum was part of the reason why she loved him.
Love. There it was. That word again.
Sasha shook her head and began putting her discarded clothes back on. Her body pulsed with pleasure, every little nerve ending alive with sensation. Sex with Thomas had given her a newfound love of her body and all the things it could do. She would never have known how empowering it felt to watch herself have sex if it hadn’t been for Thomas. If there was anything good to come out of the whole scandal, that would be it.
She’d just put her clothes back on when she heard a strange noise coming from outside. She paced to the window but was stopped in her tracks by a shrill cry.
“Sasha!” her mom called.
Sasha bolted out her room and flew down the stairs. Her mom was in the living room, pointing wildly at the window.
“Someone was there!” she cried. “Someone was looking in!”
Stomach churning with anguish, Sasha pulled back the curtain and stared out at the black evening. She couldn’t see anyone.
She went to the front door and peered out through the peephole. There was no sign of a person.
“Whomever it was, they’ve gone,” she called back to her mother, trying to sound calm and in control. Inside, she felt anything but. She went back into the living room.
“Who would be snooping around?” Julia asked. She looked terrified, her eyes wide with fear.
“It was just one of Thomas’s fans,” Sasha said as nonchalantly as she was able. “I’ll let the cops know.”
As soon as she mentioned the cops, her mom’s scared eyes grew even wider.
“The police?” she cried, panicking. “Are we in danger?”
Sasha tried to calm her. “No, it’s okay. It just comes with the territory. They’ll be harmless, but it’s still good to send out a warning signal and let them know that it’s not okay to snoop around someone else’s property.” She tried a shrug, hoping it would make her look blasé about the whole thing. “It’s trespassing, ya know?”