She went slow, and haltingly, but then with a gasp, the head of the toy popped into her ass. I groaned loudly as she whimpered on camera, her ass clenching around the silver toy while her other hand rolled her clit around and around in her fingers.
“Oh my fucking God, Mr. Harding!” She gasped, her breath coming in gasps and her chest heaving and bright red. “It’s so tight!” She let out another moan. “And it feels so fucking good!”
I was gritting my teeth at that point and doing everything I could not come right on the spot as I watched her start to slowly fuck her ass with just the head of the toy while she played with her clit. “Oh, God, Jake, baby, I’m...I’m gonna come! Are you watching me Mr. Harding?”
She was babbling then, her whole body starting to shake and her lips trembling as the orgasm started to take her. I could feel my cock throbbing in my hand, and even if though what I truly wanted to do right then was bury it to the hilt in that pussy and let loose a torrent of cum, I was not going to complain about coming while watching my little angel fuck her as with that toy.
“Oh fuck, Jake! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” Chelsea started to gasp louder and louder on my screen, her moans filling my study by way of the speaker system. “I want to watch you come, Mr. Harding! I want to watch you come while I do!”
With a roar, I grabbed the tiny little thong from my desk and wrapped it around my cock. The lacy black thong of hers that she’d sent me as a thank you for the new camera and toy. I growled at the feel of the silky material on my cock as I watched, and I knew I was moments away from exploding.
“Oh fuck I’m coming! I’m coming, Mr. Harding!” Chelsea’s whole body started to shake as her orgasm started to tear through her. “Come in my panties, Mr. Harding! Fill my panties with your cum like you fill my pussy!”
That did it, and as I watched the barely legal girl on camera come with a loud moan, the toy in her ass and her fingers strumming her clit, I erupted into her panties.
“So, just another week, right?” She said, grinning and blushing a few minutes later after we’d caught our breaths. She’d slipped her t-shirt back on in case her roommate came back, but her face still screamed sex, not to mention I’m sure the whole room smelled amazingly like her delicious pussy.
“Just another week, honey.”
“Good, because I have a surpr-” She stopped herself and shook her head.
“What sort of surprise.”
“Nothing,” She shrugged, like it was nothing. “Nothing; it can wait.”
Chapter 21
Chelsea
“Hey.”
Jake’s voice sounded distant on the phone; strained, and like he was distracted by something.
“Everything okay, Jake?”
He sighed in response. “Chelsea, about next weekend.” He paused again. “I can’t come.”
I felt my heart sink as the smile on my face from his call slowly faded. What?
“It’s a bad time, honey.” His voice sounded edged; sharp and truncated.
I could feel myself slumping into the chair, my hand pushing my hair back out of my face as I took a deep breath. “No, no, that’s okay, I understand.” I mean the man worked full-time for himself; I got that he had to push himself work-wise sometimes, right?
“Well, maybe next weekend?”
Jake sighed again. “It’s just bad timing is all.”
It still felt like he wasn’t saying everything, like he was holding something back or was distracted by something else.
“Oh, okay.” I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice, but I knew I was probably failing. “Well maybe we could video chat alter tonight-”
“I have to go, Chelsea.” He said quickly, his voice edged. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
Um, okay.
Except Jake didn’t call the next day, or the day after. And on the third day, when my phone still wasn’t ringing, and after I’d restarted it five hundred times to make sure it was actually working, the dark clouds closed in.
Somehow, something had gone wrong, and the worst part was I didn’t know what that was. I sulked in my room that whole third day after last talking to him, trying to puzzle things out in my head and see if I could see what I’d said or done. Had he pieced it together from my “I have something to tell you later” comment about what was up? Had he guessed what my not-so-little secret was and decided he wanted out? I mean, I still wasn’t totally sure what Jake and I were, even if I knew - or at least was pretty sure I knew - how I felt about him. But it wasn’t like I could hold him to me with a baby or something. That was something psycho girls did, I wouldn’t be that type.