Text: I want you.

The text was simple and made the phone in his pocket vibrate once with a small, happy-sounding chirp upon delivery. He thought about checking it but ignored it in favor of the conversation going on at the table around him. It wasn’t that he was paying much attention to what was being said, exactly, but it felt wrong to check the text when the discussion around him was more serious than a conversation about the weather.

He looked across the table and watched as his girlfriend tucked her hair behind her ear and turned slightly to talk to the woman sitting next to her. They were at a work mixer that had led to dinner and he was ready to go home. There was only so long he could sit and pretend to be interested in someone else’s day before he wanted to leave.

Text: I need you. Now.

The next text came in and he ignored it as well, leaving his phone in his pocket and turning towards one of the only other guys there who was sitting next to him. He turned his head slightly as his girlfriend got up from the table, but resumed his conversation as she headed towards the restrooms in the back.

Half a minute later, a third text came in and he pulled his phone out to shut off the ringer while noting that all three texts were from his girlfriend. Weird.

A minute later, as he had resumed his conversation with--what was his name again?--she walked back towards the table and stopped behind his chair to lay her hand along the back of his neck.

“Mind if I steal him? I just got a call, we need to head out.”

He stood, smiling softly at her with thanks as he helped her into her jacket. They said their goodbyes and walked hand in hand out of the restaurant.

“So, that important call…” he started as they walked towards the car.

She shrugged, taking the keys out of her purse and handing them over as they reached the car. “Didn’t happen. I just wanted to leave. Did you check your texts?”

She slid into her seat as he went around the car, pulling out his phone and reading the first two texts before he’d gotten to his own door. He practically dropped the phone as the third text loaded.

It was a picture, presumably from in the bathroom, of what she was wearing under the sweater and leggings she had on. Or...not wearing. She was almost naked underneath, but what she was wearing made her look...perfect. Irresistible. Like everything he wanted right now.

He slid into the car and it took two tries to slide the keys into the ignition. She smiled at him, leaning back against the seat with a knowing grin.

“So you did check them. Good. Then you’ll get home fast so I can show you what I want, right?”

Swallowing, he nodded and pulled out of the spot and started on the way home. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. But why do you get to choose? What about what I want?”

She laughed softly, the sound vibrating off the interior of the car and sliding slowly into his spine and down lower. He slowed at a red light and turned to face her as she leaned over the center console and whispered against his lips.

“Because what I want is for you to want what I want. And, I think you’ll like what I want to do to you.” She draped a hand softly over his thigh and slid it up higher, working slowly towards where he was rapidly hardening. “So get home fast, I’ve been ready for hours.”

Inside, she was shaking with desire as they walked in silence to the front door. She’d had this planned for days, knew exactly what she wanted and how she planned on taking it from him. Not that she wasn’t going to get anything in return. She was going to get plenty. But mostly she was going to make him hers.

He slid the key into the lock of the door and opened it, holding it aside and motioning her through. She moved through quickly and slipped down the hallway towards their room, sliding through his hands and laughing softly.

“In the room. Come on, I’m not getting sidetracked,” she motioned to him as she slid through the door.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling against her neck and pulling her flush against his body. She purred softly, tilting her head back and sliding her hands over his.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I want something different, baby. I have,” she paused, turning to face him with a slow smile spreading across her lips, “plans for you.”

His deep chuckle was more of a feeling against her than an actual sound as it vibrated through him. “You have plans, huh?”

She nodded, pulling back and moving to get something out of a drawer in the dresser. “I do. Get on the bed, get comfortable.”

“What exactly is it that you have planned for me?”

She grinned over her shoulder and pulled out a small bag and placed it on top of the dresser before slowly unzipping it. She warmed inside as she watched his eyes track her movements. “Telling wouldn’t be playing fair, now would it? The shirt’s a start, go ahead and take off the rest.”

She took a small item out of the bag and moved towards the bed with it, looking slowly over his body. He repaid the favor, his eyes moving over her body as if she didn’t have clothes on at all.

“Are you going to join in, or are you going to stay all bundled up?” he asked, not phased in the least by his current state of half-undress.

She set the item down on the bed and shook her head. “You aren’t in charge tonight, I am. Take the rest off, I want to see all of you. And stop asking questions unless you want me to continue without you.”

She held up her favorite toy, a slim, deep blue vibrator as long as her palm.

“Aw, babe, you’d go on without me?” He slid his boxers off and kicked them away, laying back against the headboard with a half grin, moving his hand almost lazily as he began to stroke his cock.

“Stop that,” she said quickly, reaching out halfway and then lowering her hand and her voice. “Not yet. I haven’t explained what it is that I want tonight.”

He moved, shifted slowly, setting his hands on either side of his hips as he splayed his legs and looked down at her like he wasn’t rock hard and ready to go, like he had all the time in the world to listen to her. “Alright then, explain it to me. I’m excited to hear.”

She took a deep breath, clasping both hands in front of her stomach and squeezing once before speaking. “I want to watch you stroke your cock. I want to be able to tell you what to do, when to stop, when to move. I want you entirely under my control without having to touch you.”

She watched him as he watched her, refusing to fidget under his gaze. She’d wanted this for a long time, wanted to see him do what she wanted. Wanted to watch as she gave him everything he needed with just her words, and as she gave herself something in return.

“And what will you be doing while I do that?” he asked, looking from her to the vibrator and then back again quickly.

She nodded, biting her lip to keep a smile from her face as she felt her cheeks heat up. “Yeah, I was thinking about it. I know you like to watch me, and I love seeing you touch yourself, so…”

“Mutual solo masturbation. I like the idea.” His grin was infectious and dirty. It held the promise of everything she knew he wanted to do to her, had done to her on previous occasions, would still do to her today if she asked him. But he would also do it tomorrow if she waited.

“Good. Then get comfy,” she paused and allowed herself to smile while he made an exaggerated wiggling motion to settle into the bed, “and go ahead and start. Nice and slow, easy pressure. Just enough to feel it, like when I first take you into my mouth. A nice, soft pressure of my lips around you, that’s it. Perfect.”

She nodded as he fisted his hand loosely around his cock, gently stroking up and down at a pace she knew he hated because it was too slow. She unzipped her boots and took off her socks before climbing onto the bed to kneel facing him, her feet tucked under her butt as she watched him.

“Am I allowed to ask you to take off your clothes again? Because while I love how that sweater shows off your breasts, I’d rather see them without it.” He gave the head of his cock a small squeeze and moaned softly as he winked at her.

“Not if you’re going to keep doing things I didn’t allow you to, I’m not.”

With a sigh that was more sexual frustration than irritation, he slowed his hand down again and began the slow rhythmic stroking. “Better?”

“Much,” she said, the last half muffled slightly as she quickly removed her sweater and tossed it off the side of the bed. “I can see you’re getting harder. I love it when you do that for me, baby.”

She gave him a dirty smile as she leaned back on her arms, thrusting her breasts forward and up, accentuating the job her bra was already doing. She watched from underneath her eyelashes as his greedy eyes took in every inch of her skin, but his hand maintained the same slow, tortuous pace. She shifted slightly, feeling herself becoming suddenly damp as the seam slid against her core and moved through the wetness that had been collecting there for quite some time.

“Only for you, babe,” he said, his voice slightly strained already.

“Good, I like hearing that.” She slid her hands up her body, starting at her knees and working up towards her breasts at the same pace he was stroking himself. Skimming her fingertips over her ribcage, she moved to cup her breasts through the sheer lace covering her warm flesh from his gaze. “Mmm, baby, I want to see you go a little faster. Not too much, maybe add a little bit of--yeah, go ahead and use your thumb on the tip, that’s good. Right over the top like my tongue.”

She watched him, mesmerized at the way his cock slid through his large hands, hands that she imagined were covering her breasts--her tits, he loved calling them her tits--and pinching her nipples each time his thumb brushed the swollen head of his cock.

“Now squeeze a little bit harder but don’t speed up. Just a little bit more pressure but still nice and slow for me. God, you’re so hot when you do that.” She pinched her nipples again and shifted her knees farther apart, rocking her hips slightly so the seam from her pants rubbed a little bit more firmly against her. “Do you want to see more of me?” she asked, tilting her head back slightly as she moaned very softly at a particularly hard pinch.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he breathed, and she was pleased to see that his breath was coming faster with each stroke.

She wasted no time in skimming her pants off her legs before settling back onto her knees, this time kneeling about two feet from his legs. She was bare from the waist down, and she almost purred when his hand stuttered on his cock as he took her in. She’d gone without because she knew how much he loved seeing her naked, how much he loved looking at her body. His gaze on her made her feel powerfully sexual in a way nothing else ever could, made her want to do things and be things for him that she had never imagined.

“Oh my god, you’re so sexy,” he murmured, looking up into her eyes. “So fucking sexy.”

Her cheeks heated in a blush but the compliment warmed more than that. It sent a warm rush of want through her entire body, zinging along her arms and legs until all the heat collected at her core, resting between her thighs as she watched him stroke himself between his.

“Not so bad yourself, handsome,” she shot back as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra before letting it fall to the bed in front of her. She brushed it aside and sent it off the bed, uncaring of where it landed. “Go ahead and give yourself a nice firm stroke, just how you like. Mm, like that. That’s perfect. I love seeing you stroke your cock for me.”

Her words surprised her, as dirty talk wasn’t usually her forte, but watching him respond and listen to what she was saying had emboldened her.

“Keep going like that, nice and easy.” She reached over to her side and picked up her toy where it had lain forgotten during her slight strip tease. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to get in on the action.”

“Not at all,” he breathed, his hand still moving over his cock in a steady rhythm, the head alternately disappearing and reappearing above his fingers as they slid over the shaft.

She flashed him a grin before turning the dial on the bottom of the toy and immediately moving it down to play in the wetness gathered between her thighs. Her pussy. He also loved calling it that. Her tits and her pussy. He’d say the words to her to make her squirm, knew how the dirty slang effected her sometimes. If he really wanted to get to her, he’d call it her cunt if she was really into it. It made her feel so deliciously dirty when he whispered it into her ear while he was inside her, so wrong with the vulgarity of it.

“I love fucking your cunt, baby. I love being inside this wet pussy. Let me taste those delicious tits while my cock goes deep inside you.”

She shuddered and circled the vibrating tip along the outside of her entrance, smearing her wetness along her folds and along the toy. Even thinking the words made her wetter. She looked down and watched his hand move steadily over his cock and pushed the toy inside her just as his hand moved down.

She closed her eyes as a small involuntary moan escaped her lips. She was tight, hadn’t been prepped at all, but she was so wet that the vibrator slid right inside her with no resistance, her hungry pussy sucking the plastic in and clamping down on it. She moved her hand away, letting her inner muscles keep the toy in place as she looked back at him and watched his hand move.

“Do you like seeing that, baby?” she asked, her voice sounding surprisingly authoritative to her own ears when inside she was shaking with desire. “Do you like seeing the toy you got me deep inside my pussy?”

Saying the word caused her muscles to clench and the visible end of the toy poking between her lower lips twitched just the slightest bit.

“Yes,” he said, the word almost a curse with how fast he spit it out. “Oh god yes, I love it.”

She moved her hand back down to adjust the vibrator and then she slid it up to her clit. She was close already, had been for a long time, had been almost drunk on the idea of doing this, and watching him jerk himself was getting her there faster than she expected. She wanted one fast orgasm and then another, and another, as many as she could take before he was done. She pressed the end of the toy against her clit and began to rub in small circles, moving at the same pace as he was stroking his cock. It felt heavenly to finally be touching herself after having wanted it for so long. But it wasn’t fast enough for her.

“A little faster,” she said. “But you don’t cum until I say so. You’ll give me your cum when I ask for it but not before.”

His nod was fast and accompanied by a smirk. “Whatever you say baby, anything, just as long as you don’t stop touching that beautiful body of yours. Seeing you fuck that toy is getting me so hard.”

The words caused a shudder throughout her whole body and she bit her lip, fighting the impulse for a half a second before giving in. She began to rub herself faster, her finger moving to her clit as her other hand moved to thrust the vibrator in and out quickly. She gasped, almost pitching forward as she found a perfect angle inside herself at the same moment her fingernail grazed her clit.

Her whole body felt like it had been dumped in ice water before being doused in fire, her arms and legs tingling as she collapsed into a sitting position on the bed with a low moan of satisfaction. As quick as it had come on, the powerful orgasm subsided, leaving her feeling pleasantly satiated and yet hungry for another.

She shifted, laying down perpendicular to his body so she could still watch him as she played.

“Fuck baby,” he whispered, the words almost a prayer, his hand still moving at the speed she had asked.

She grinned a large and satisfied grin as she slowly pulled the vibrator out from between her lower lips and moved it to her mouth. She turned off the vibrations as she slowly stuck the end between her lips, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of something stretching her mouth slightly. She moved it back and forth slowly, savoring the taste of herself on the plastic, the warmth from her cunt (her toes tingled just thinking the word and her satisfied pussy clenched), the way it made her feel so dirty and yet so right to be performing like this for him while he was completely under her control.

“Later you can do that,” she said as she removed the toy. “Right now I want you to move faster for me. A little faster...more...there.”

His hand was now moving at a good pace, a good pace for her if he was fucking her, but nothing that would put him over the edge just yet. She wanted another orgasm first. He began to moan softly with each stroke, his eyes glued on her mouth as she inserted the toy one last time, pushing it all the way in before drawing it out slowly, her lips forming a tight seal so the toy made an audible popping noise as it sprung free past her wet lips.

She turned the vibrations on again and teased it over her nipples, getting each one to a nice hard peak before sliding the vibrator down, down, down and back between her legs to do the same to her clit, circling and circling the same spot until she was panting softly and it was hard to move without brushing the swollen nub.

“Now,” she panted, turning her face to look at him as she turned up the vibrations and began rubbing the end against her clit. “Faster, baby, I want to see you really stroke yourself.”

She worked her hips up into the vibrator as he let out an explosion of breath and began stroking himself faster, his hand moving and twisting over his straining erection, the pressure firm and fluid. She worked the toy against herself faster, biting her lip as her moans became louder and louder and her orgasm got closer and closer.

“I want to hear you, baby, say my name as you cum,” he said, panting hard with the effort to hold off his orgasm for her. “Let me see that pretty pussy of yours cum for me.”

She gasped as his words hit her like a perfectly placed thrust and she flew over the edge, clenching and shaking, her hips pushing up to meet the pressure of the vibrator as she pushed two fingers inside her pussy.

He watched her cum, stroking himself faster and faster, gasping out her name once in warning as he arched into his hand.

“Don’t!” she cried, still clenching around her fingers.

His strangled moan of frustration made her clench one more time before she removed her fingers and looked up to see, happily, that he had taken his hand off his cock. He was panting and glaring at her, but he had stopped. She felt like she was flying on the sense of power that gave her.

“There better be a damn good reason,” he hissed, chest rising and falling rapidly, “that you made me stop. I was so damn close!”

She held back a laugh, sensing he wouldn’t appreciate it, and sat up on her elbows, one hand still wet from being inside her, the other lazily tracing the outline of her still swollen pussy lips with the vibrator.

“I want you to fuck me, that’s the reason,” she said simply, meeting his heated gaze with one of her own.

He wasted not a second as he rolled on top of her, sliding one hand into her hair and the other along her thigh to her core to feel the wetness there. She tilted her head back and accepted the rough kisses he gave her and moaned into his mouth as his eager fingers found and teased her over-sensitized clit before sliding inside of her once in a rough thrust that had her grunting and tilting her hips up in pleasure.

“Fuck me,” she whispered against his lips. “Take what you need.”

He bit her lip hard and shifted his body, rubbing his cock against her thigh once before shifting and thrusting into her wet and waiting body hard. They both moaned, her in a pained sort of pleasure, him in satisfaction and fulfillment, and he wasted no time in beginning to move against her.

She tilted her hips until the angle was perfect, until the hard and swollen head of his cock hit against her perfectly every time, and she moaned out his name on a short exhalation of breath against his ear.

He shifted his weight to his elbows where they rested above her shoulders and moved faster, whispering against her ear, telling her how good she was, how hot, how sexy. He slid his tongue along the shell of her ear and breathed against the wetness, sending a chill along her spine before his words became really filthy.

“Bet you loved watching me stroke my cock, you dirty girl,” he whispered as he grabbed her ass with one hand and squeezed tightly.

She nodded in response, too breathless from the assault he was launching to speak coherently.

He bit her ear again and breathed, “You like it when I fuck your pussy, baby?”

Her strangled moan was the only answer she could give as his cock continually hit her in the right spot and his thrusts sped up.

He chuckled, low and dirty, and stroked her hair with one hand and pushed her leg higher on his hips with the other. “You love it when I give your hungry cunt my dick, don’t you?”

Her whole body shuddered and she screamed out in assent, her body clenching tightly around him as she almost reached orgasm from his words alone.

He fisted her hair and moved faster, driving her crazy as he slid in and out, in and out, in and fucking out, his cock pulsing and throbbing and driving her crazy. His weight above her, his breath on her skin, his hands all over her body, the smell of her last orgasm still on her fingers and on his too from his previous intrusion...it was too much, not enough. She needed just a bit more. She was so close. Her body craved it but couldn’t let go after already having two orgasms in a row.

He sucked hard on her neck once before biting the spot to hold back his loud groan, a combination of her name and a wordless exclamation of pleasure as he came inside her. His cock swelled and throbbed with each release of hot cum inside her, again, again, and again, and the combination of her name and his release pushed her over the edge. She tightened around him, feeling his cock twitch at the stimulation but hardly registering it as her body shook, her limbs going slack and her mouth opening to let out a loud wordless cry.

When she managed to open her eyes, he was laying on top of her, panting as he tried to regain his breath. When she shifted slightly to a more comfortable position, he lifted his head and grinned at her, a huge face-splitting smile that she knew was mirrored on her face.

“That was…” he started.

“Shh, I’m still basking,” she said with a small laugh and a gentle kiss against his lips. He chuckled softly and kissed her back before laying against her again.

They stayed like that for a minute or two more before his body heat became too much. He shifted from his position and slid out of her gently, causing her to moan softly as she felt his cum slide slowly out of her with him. He reached across to the dresser for a wipe, wiped her clean without a word, and then took care of himself in the same manner.

By the time he was finished, she had moved just enough to pull a blanket over her body and was already snuggling into a more comfortable position.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one who fell asleep right after sex,” he murmured against her ear. He moved to lay behind her, his arm fitting easily around her waist and pulling her towards the warmth of his body.

“Mm, I did all the work,” she replied, smiling as she felt more than heard his incredulous huff of breath against her hair.

“Right. Okay. Sure,” he agreed, giving her hip a small pinch and causing her to squeak slightly but not move away. “Whatever you say, baby.”

She smiled, closing her eyes and feeling herself slip into sleep already. “Right. Whatever I say goes tonight.”