[He's gonna switch this over. He's gonna edge soon, and he wants her to see. Maybe tell him if she wants him to do it more than once. So she gets his face, just briefly, before he flips the camera to show his hand working over himself, slicked a little with spit.]
You don't have to tell me. [His voice is a little raspy, a little needy, and quiet so as not to attract attention.] Can just let it be a...a surprise... Wanna fuck you, you're so...
[He thinks of fucking her and only being allowed to edge inside her, and whimpers as his cock gives a little spurt, letting go immediately.]
[Breathless:] Good boys don't come. Good boys don't come. Good boys don't come.
[ her sigh is satisfied as she listens to him repeat his mantra. ]
You're so fucking good, Quentin. My good boy, so good. When you get home, I'm gonna let you fuck me until you're close, edge yourself over and over again.
[The promise to let him edge himself stupid with her cunt nearly makes him do it again, and he has to take a couple of deep breaths before he can handle touching it again. He's already talking under his breath as he does, reminding himself.]
Good boys don't come. Good boys don't come. Good boys stay hard and needy and pretty. Good boys don't come.
[ fingers dip into her cunt, the sound of wetness likely audible through the phone, but she turns the camera so he'd be able to see her touching herself, fingers moving in and out like he wants his cock to. ]
Watch me. Think about your cock fucking me, think about how good boys don't come until they're given permission, Quentin. Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to feel my wet cunt around your hard cock?
Are you mine? [ she moans for him, his name, extra quiet as her fingers slide over her swollen clit. ] Do you want to be my good boy and fuck my pretty cunt with your hard cock over and over?
[ another soft sound as she gets closer to her own climax. ] Tell me that's my cock and how much you're mine, Quentin.
I'm yours. [Her laying claim to his cock is enough to make him shudder with need, but he doesn't try to touch it, not without being told. He shouldn't touch her property without permission, after all.]
My...mm. This c-cock is yours, my lady. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm so fucking yours.
[A little hesitant about the cock thing just because it's new, and enough of a turn-on to make him shy, but no hesitation saying he's hers.]
[ it had just slipped out, not something she'd meant to say, but hearing him parrot it back to her is even more of a turn on. her fingers become even more slick, sliding even more easily in and out as she fucks herself with her hand. ]
All mine, Quentin, you're all mine... I'm so close. [ her breathing has become panting. ] Touch yourself again, slow and steady, and watch me come for you.
[A heavy exhale, preparing himself, but he does it. A hand wrapped around lightly, stroking slow from base to tip for her viewing pleasure. He doesn't speak, all she can hear is labored breathing.]
[ he does and she watches that slow stroking, closing her eyes as she imagines what it feels like. ]
You're such a good boy, Quentin, following all my directions, doing what you're told-- [ her breath catches, fingers moving over her clit again. ] I love your cock and the way it feels inside my cunt, making me come...
[ then she does, crying out his name as she comes all over her own fingers. ]
[Quentin shudders and maybe edges again, just a little one, and lets go of his dick as soon as he's sure it's okay, watching the way her hips buck against her own hand, aching for that to be his hand, his mouth, his cock. He keeps the camera on his denied cock until she indicates that he can move it, resisting the urge to keep touching.]
[It would be so fucking easy to just pull and pull until his back arched and he spilled across the ground.]
[ she pants and breathes and shivers her way through her climax and when it's done, she lets the camera linger on her soaked pussy. then she turns the camera so he can see her lick her own fingers, her eyes still lust filled. ]
Don't stop, Quentin. Edge again, then come home so you can edge yourself with this. With me.
[He lets out a needy little whine, but he wraps his hand around himself again.]
Good boys don't come. Good-
[He goes totally silent as he edges this time -- biting his lip, not that Hope can see it -- and quickly lets go. He's gonna have to stay here and wait a minute, lest the pressure of his jeans as he walks be a risk to being good.]
[ there's a sigh as she stretches out again and hums her approval. ]
Good boys don't come and you're such a good boy. My good boy, Quentin. Such a good boy for me, stroking that hard cock. [ a pause. ] Come home and be with me.
Do you wanna come? [ her voice was tender as she looked at him, wanting and hot. ] Do you wanna feel my cunt, what it did to me to watch you edge yourself? I wanna feel you taste me, get all hard before you edge yourself using my body...
[He shifts so he's more sort of curled up on his side.] Um. I'm trying to think about...baseball? I don't know anything about baseball. Fuck I wanna be inside you. Ummmm. Fillory is as popular as it is because it's about these kids who were real and lived next door to the author and the kids disappeared a few years after the first book was published.
[Of course, this leads him to thoughts about Plover, which is actually a boner kill. If anyone deserves the library's poison room, it's him. Hey, the poison room is definitely not sexy! Okay, he's calming down now.]
That's probably not what you were expecting me to be thinking about, I just realized.
Honestly I'm sure I could get horny about baseball if I tried right now.
[There's some sounds of him shifting his weight, and then deep, slow, controlled breaths.]
Okay. [One more breath.] Okay. I'm gonna. Attempt. Getting my pants closed.
You can at least, like, get horny to how fucking long this is taking me, that's like, something, right? Like proof that- ow- proof that I'm really fucking hard for you.
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I don't know whether I get to come at all today and that's making me really fucking hard
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You don't have to tell me. [His voice is a little raspy, a little needy, and quiet so as not to attract attention.] Can just let it be a...a surprise... Wanna fuck you, you're so...
[He thinks of fucking her and only being allowed to edge inside her, and whimpers as his cock gives a little spurt, letting go immediately.]
[Breathless:] Good boys don't come. Good boys don't come. Good boys don't come.
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You're so fucking good, Quentin. My good boy, so good. When you get home, I'm gonna let you fuck me until you're close, edge yourself over and over again.
[ she hums, then tells him: ] Do it again for me.
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Good boys don't come. Good boys don't come. Good boys stay hard and needy and pretty. Good boys don't come.
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[ fingers dip into her cunt, the sound of wetness likely audible through the phone, but she turns the camera so he'd be able to see her touching herself, fingers moving in and out like he wants his cock to. ]
Watch me. Think about your cock fucking me, think about how good boys don't come until they're given permission, Quentin. Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to feel my wet cunt around your hard cock?
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[ another soft sound as she gets closer to her own climax. ] Tell me that's my cock and how much you're mine, Quentin.
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My...mm. This c-cock is yours, my lady. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm so fucking yours.
[A little hesitant about the cock thing just because it's new, and enough of a turn-on to make him shy, but no hesitation saying he's hers.]
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All mine, Quentin, you're all mine... I'm so close. [ her breathing has become panting. ] Touch yourself again, slow and steady, and watch me come for you.
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You're such a good boy, Quentin, following all my directions, doing what you're told-- [ her breath catches, fingers moving over her clit again. ] I love your cock and the way it feels inside my cunt, making me come...
[ then she does, crying out his name as she comes all over her own fingers. ]
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[It would be so fucking easy to just pull and pull until his back arched and he spilled across the ground.]
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Don't stop, Quentin. Edge again, then come home so you can edge yourself with this. With me.
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Good boys don't come. Good-
[He goes totally silent as he edges this time -- biting his lip, not that Hope can see it -- and quickly lets go. He's gonna have to stay here and wait a minute, lest the pressure of his jeans as he walks be a risk to being good.]
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Good boys don't come and you're such a good boy. My good boy, Quentin. Such a good boy for me, stroking that hard cock. [ a pause. ] Come home and be with me.
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[He's breathless as he shifts over to lean on something, dick still out, and then flips the camera to show his face, flushed and wrecked.]
I just...need a minute. [He drops his head back against the tree he's leaning on and pants.]
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[ she sounds amused. ]
Tell me what you're thinking anyway.
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[Of course, this leads him to thoughts about Plover, which is actually a boner kill. If anyone deserves the library's poison room, it's him. Hey, the poison room is definitely not sexy! Okay, he's calming down now.]
That's probably not what you were expecting me to be thinking about, I just realized.
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Ummm...not yet. Getting there.
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[ her tone is amused and she shuts the video off. ]
It means I can't tell you what I'm doing while I wait.
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[There's some sounds of him shifting his weight, and then deep, slow, controlled breaths.]
Okay. [One more breath.] Okay. I'm gonna. Attempt. Getting my pants closed.
You can at least, like, get horny to how fucking long this is taking me, that's like, something, right? Like proof that- ow- proof that I'm really fucking hard for you.
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