Taste of Your Own Medicine
JULES
EXHAUSTION HAD LONG AGO SET in.
At nearly eight at night, I was finally able to relax. I had run a bath and was lowering myself into the water when I decided on lavender-scented oil and bubbles.
After adding them, I settled myself against the back of the tub and reached for my phone. I thumbed directly to my messages to play the video Jake had sent me last night for the hundredth time.
It wasn’t of his dick.
It wasn’t of him making himself come.
But it was still such a turn on.
It was of him eating a piece of chocolate cake. “I want to come inside that hot mouth of yours,” he whispered and then opened his mouth wide. “I want to taste your pussy and make you come so hard,” he moaned as he licked at the fork with his tongue. “I want to bury myself deep inside you,” he said in a guttural tone, and the way his eyes closed when he did, made me think he was orgasming right in front of me.
He knew this of course.
And he was acting.
He was trouble.
And I knew it.
The dirty talking doctor was a bad boy through and through.
And I liked it. Worse, I wanted more.
What I had responded with was:
Me: No dick pic
Him: How bad do you want it?
Me: Not that bad.
Him: Send me something first, and I’ll consider it.
Me: Something like what? Me painting my nails?
Him: Something worthwhile.
I didn’t respond to that text, and we hadn’t spoken all day, but I’d spent the day contemplating what was worthwhile.
And I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. I was going to give him a show, and it was one he didn’t have to use his imagination for.
I’d never done anything like this before, and my hands were shaking.
Turning the video on, I angled my phone toward my sex, which was, of course, hidden by the bubbles, and then using my free hand, I ran my fingers down my belly.
Resting my chin on the water’s surface, I found my clit and started circling. The bath oil made my skin slick and my cunt even slicker. Smooth. Soft.
For some reason, my arousal seemed heightened because I knew I was doing this for him.
Sinking lower into the deep tub, with my ears in the water, I was able to hear the wildly beating thump of my heart.
The pitter-patter caused by thoughts of him.
His mouth.
His lips.
His tongue.
His cock.
Spurred on by the sound, I took my nub and started pinching it between my fingers. I pushed myself back up and allowed a sigh to leak out of me as my pussy tightened and bucked.
Water splashed out of the tub, but I didn’t care because his voice was in my head. “I want to come in that hot mouth of yours.”
Needing more, I opened my legs wider and pushed my hips against the water when my fingers plunged inside me.
I bit my lip, the intrusion causing my hips to jerk toward the surface. Still, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Not him.
Needing even more, I applied pressure and circled my clit. Over and over. My moans were real, and they were for him. The water supported me and lifted me, but not for long. Soon I was pushing my pelvis against my fingers, and my shoulder blades bumped the bottom of the tub.
I held the phone up higher.
His hands.
His big, callused palms.
Rough and soft.
His long, strong fingers.
That’s what I wanted to feel. That’s what I pretended I felt.
Sliding two fingers inside, I tried to make believe it was okay that it wasn’t his thick, hard cock fucking me. And for a minute, it was okay. My clit swelled. And my body opened with an ache to be filled. But then I realized it wasn’t him, and I forced myself to keep pretending.
I imagined it was him in here with me. Fucking me. Telling me to sit on his lap. To ride his hard cock. And we were all tongues, hands, and hot explosive kisses. And then, and then, I exploded in a small whirlwind of tiny sparklers.
No fireworks.
No stars or other galaxies.
And surely no earth moving under my feet.
I mean, I was alone. But I came hard, and I came for him. I may not have known what it was Dr. Kiss was making me feel, but I did know for absolute certainty that I wanted to find out.
I turned the camera off and thought about deleting the video, but what did I have to lose by sending it?
Just then my leg slipped from the tub and bubbles blew all around me and landed on my screen.
It was a sign.
So, without overthinking it any further, and before I could totally chicken out, I brought up my contacts list and hit send without attaching a message.
He’d figure it out.
I relaxed back in the tub and closed my eyes. Oh, how I wished I could be there when he watched it.
Five minutes passed and nothing.
Ten minutes passed and nothing.
At fifteen, I stopped counting.
The caustic bastard wasn’t going to respond.
He was waiting for me to come begging.
Well, he’d be waiting a long time.