Late Texts and Wet Words

11:43 PM.

Natalia's phone buzzed under the blanket where she was curled up, her thumb lazily flicking through memes she wasn't really paying attention to.

Stefan:

You up?

She smirked. Classic. She didn't even hesitate before replying.

Natalia:

Barely. You trying to flirt again or just bored and horny?

Three dots. Then:

Stefan:

Why not both? Truth or dare.

Her stomach flipped a little. Every night with him lately had ended this way text games that started cheeky and always, always ended dirty. They'd been dancing around this heat for weeks, both of them too proud to light the fire completely. Yet.

Natalia:

Truth. Ease me in, smartass.

Stefan:

Coward. Alright. What's the dirtiest dream you've ever had about me?

Her eyebrows arched. So we're skipping the slow burn tonight, huh?

Natalia:

You first.

Stefan:

Fine. I dreamt you sat on my face. Pinned me down. Wouldn't let me breathe 'til I came in my hand. Woke up leaking like a pathetic mess. Couldn't even move.

Her thighs clenched. The image of Stefan, buried between her legs, tongue desperate and greedy, fists clenched fuck. That hit hard.

Natalia:

Jesus. Okay... You win that round. Truth or dare?

Stefan:

Truth. But you better make it hurt.

Natalia:

What's your biggest kink?

The dots danced for a while. Longer than usual. She could almost picture him debating whether to go full filthy or hold back. Finally:

Stefan:

Mental control. Getting someone to come with just my voice. Just words. No hands. No touching. I love being inside their head. Watching them squirm. Making them beg just by telling them what to feel.

Her lips parted. Her nipples were stiff beneath her shirt already.

Then another message popped up:

Stefan:

... And making them come. Hard. Again and again. I get off on watching someone fall apart because of me. That moment when they can't take it anymore? That's better than my own orgasm.

Natalia was already squirming under her sheets. Her panties clung damp between her legs.

Natalia:

You... That's fucked up. And so fucking hot.

Stefan:

Your turn, Natalia. What's yours?

She paused. Considered playing coy. Then said screw it.

Natalia:

Being told what to do. Not "sir yes sir" bullshit. Real control. When someone knows exactly what makes me tick and takes it. Slowly. Makes me want to hand it over.

Stefan:

Goddamn. You're dangerous. You realize we're not gonna survive this game, right?

Natalia:

Then make it count. Truth or dare?

Stefan:

Dare. Let's play.

Natalia:

I dare you to make me wet from just one message. No touching. No cheating.

Stefan:

Easy.

Three dots. Four. She held her breath.

Stefan:

Close your eyes. You're on your knees in front of me. I've got one hand in your hair, the other tugging your panties down from behind. You're not allowed to move unless I say. I slide my mouth up your thigh, so close you can feel the heat. And just as you start to tremble... I stop. I breathe against your pussy and whisper, "Not yet."

Natalia exhaled hard, jaw tight. Her body reacted instantly, a throb shooting between her legs, hot and sharp.

Natalia:

Holy fuck. Okay. That... worked. You asshole.

Stefan:

I know it did. Truth or dare?

Natalia:

Truth.

Stefan:

How many times have you made yourself come thinking about me?

She hesitated.

Natalia:

This week? Two. Total? Five. You?

Stefan:

More than I'm admitting. Let's just say I've ruined a few shirts. Truth or dare?

Natalia:

Truth.

Stefan:

How many times have you whispered my name while doing it?

She blushed, biting her lip.

Natalia:

Three. No four. The last time was after you sent that voice note saying my name real slow.

Stefan:

You remember that?

Natalia:

I remember everything. Especially how cocky you sounded.

Stefan:

Your voice when you moan my name gets me off faster than porn. Truth or dare?

Natalia:

Truth.

Stefan:

What's something you've wanted to tell me but haven't?

Her breath caught. Fuck it.

Natalia:

That if we ever actually touch, I'm going to let you ruin me.

His response didn't come right away. Three dots. Pause. Three dots again.

Stefan:

You're going to make me lose control. Truth or dare?

Natalia:

Dare. Hit me.

Stefan:

Send me a pic. Not obvious. Just the kind of thing I'll obsess over.

Natalia pushed her covers back. Shirt bunched up over her breasts, the little underboob curve teasing the edge of the frame. Panties damp, the shadow of arousal darkened against the fabric. She snapped the pic, tongue caught between her teeth, and sent it.

Stefan:

Jesus fucking Christ. You're gonna kill me.

Natalia:

Good. I hope you suffer.

Stefan:

I'm hard as a rock. You gonna help me or leave me like this?

Natalia:

Not yet. Make me beg first.

Stefan:

You're evil.

Natalia:

I'm horny.

Stefan:

You in bed already?

Natalia:

Yeah. Tank top. Underwear. No bra. Hope that fucks with your focus.

Stefan:

It does. You trying to start something again?

Natalia:

Trying to end it this time.

Stefan:

Truth or dare, then.

Natalia:

Truth. Let's see what twisted thing you wanna pull out of me tonight.

Stefan:

What's something about your body you're insecure about?

That made her pause.

She stared at the message, heart ticking faster. She never talked about this stuff with him. With anyone, really.

Natalia:

... My boobs. I know they're small. Don't come at me with "they're cute," okay? I know they're not everyone's thing.

Stefan:

Don't move. I'm serious.

She blinked.

Stefan:

If I ever get my hands on you, I'm going to spend a whole hour worshipping them. Kissing, licking, sucking. Hands everywhere. Doesn't matter how small you think they are I'm going to cherish them.

A tight sound slipped from her throat, half whimper, half disbelief. Her chest was fluttering, her thighs pressing tight again.

Natalia:

You're full of shit.

Stefan:

Try me.

Natalia:

Truth or dare?

Stefan:

Dare.

Natalia:

Send me something. Just the outline. Same rules you gave me.

Stefan:

You sure you want that?

Natalia:

Don't tease. Just do it.

There was a delay. Long enough that her brain went to war was he nervous? Was she pushing too far?

Then a photo came through.

Grainy. Low light. But unmistakable.

Boxers pulled low. A thick shadow under the fabric, straining the waistband. The imprint of his cock so damn obvious it felt obscene. Not just large but heavy. Thick. A BIG DICK.

Her jaw dropped.

Natalia:

Oh my fucking god.

Stefan:

Surprise.

Natalia:

You've been walking around with that and acting like it's nothing?

Stefan:

Didn't want to scare you.

Natalia:

Scare me? Stefan, I want to ride it.

Stefan:

You think you can take it?

Natalia:

I want to try at least. Maybe fail. Maybe cry. I don't care anymore.

Stefan:

Jesus. Truth or dare?

Natalia:

Truth. Before I get too brave.

Stefan:

What do you think about when you run?

That made her blink. Unexpected. She sat up slightly in bed, still flushed and aroused, but touched by the question.

Natalia:

Mostly trying not to trip on uneven sidewalk. Sometimes I zone out. Imagine things. Bodies. Yours.

Stefan:

Yeah? Like what?

Natalia:

You catching up to me from behind. Pinning me against a tree. Sweat dripping down my back. Your hand under my shorts. Your mouth on my neck.

Stefan:

Fuck. I'd ruin you on a jogging trail.

Natalia:

You'd ruin me anywhere.

She slid her hand under her shirt, fingers grazing over her nipples. Sensitive. Bare. She wasn't even touching her pussy yet and she was already wound up so tight she could scream.

Natalia:

Can I confess something?

Stefan:

Always.

Natalia:

I've been sexting you for three nights straight and I haven't come once. I edge. I stop. I make myself wait. I don't even know why.

Stefan:

Because you want me to finish you. That's what this is. You're waiting for my voice. My hands. My permission. Am I right?

She closed her eyes, biting her lip hard.

Natalia:

... Yes.

Stefan:

Good girl.

That broke her. Her hand moved fast now, sliding between her thighs, under soaked fabric, finally giving herself some of the pressure she'd denied all week.

Natalia:

Truth or dare?

Stefan:

Dare.

Natalia:

Video call. Right now. Don't speak. Just show me. I want to see how bad it's gotten.

The call request went through in seconds.

Natalia's heart thundered in her chest as the screen blinked once, then twice then connected.

And there he was.

Stefan.

Shirtless. Flushed. Sitting on the edge of his bed, hand braced behind him for support, the glow of his screen casting shadows over the ridges of his chest. His hazel eyes locked on her with a hunger she hadn't seen before not in texts, not in jokes, not in pictures.

And yet... there was a flicker of shyness there too.

Like her.

Because she was already blushing hard, already adjusting her phone nervously as she sat cross-legged on her own bed, in just that tiny tank top and a undies. Her glasses fogged up again as her breath hitched.

For a few seconds, neither of them said a word.

Then:

"Hey," Stefan said softly, his voice a little rough.

Natalia laughed nervously. "Hey."

"You're really here," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's... different seeing you like this."

"You mean live?" she asked, tilting her head.

"I mean vulnerable. You look... real. Hot. Way hotter than any picture you've sent me."

She rolled her eyes, adjusting her camera slightly.

"I look like a nerd who can't even make eye contact," she muttered, running fingers through her hair.

"You look like the girl I've been jerking off to for weeks," he replied without missing a beat.

Natalia flushed scarlet.

He grinned.

"Still shy?" he teased.

"I mean... yeah," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I've never done this before. I'm not like... the confident cam girl you probably think I am."

"Good," he said, leaning closer to the screen. "I don't want a cam girl. I want you."

She swallowed hard. Her thighs squeezed together again.

"I didn't even know you were packing that kind of heat," she said quietly, eyes flicking down to where his waistband still sat, low and loose.

Stefan smirked. "Most people don't. I don't flash it unless someone's earned it."

"And I earned it?"

"Baby, the way you've been teasing me? I'm shocked I haven't broken my phone."

She giggled, shy and a little proud of herself.

"You're not gonna keep it hidden the whole time, are you?" she asked.

He arched an eyebrow. "You first."

Natalia hesitated, then bit her lip. "Okay, but just remember what I said earlier."

"About your boobs?" he asked.

She nodded.

Stefan leaned forward. "Natalia. I want to see you. Not what you think I want to see."

That made her chest flutter. Slowly, she lifted her tank top, tugging it up and over her head. Her small breasts were exposed, nipples already peaked, skin flushed with arousal and embarrassment. She adjusted the angle to show him, just enough.

Stefan groaned. "Fuck. You're perfect."

She laughed, self-conscious. "You don't have to lie."

"I'm not," he said, eyes glued to her chest. "They're gorgeous. I want to mouth them. Hold them. Suck until you're whining. Big or small doesn't mean shit when they look that good."

Her breath caught. She blinked at him, lips parting slightly.

"You say stuff like that and expect me not to touch myself?"

"That's the idea," he said, finally sliding his boxers down.

She gasped.

It was even bigger than she remembered from the pic. Long, thick, veiny, and heavy-looking already hard, bobbing up as he let it free.

"Oh my God..."

"I told you."

"I thought you were teasing. That's a whole meal."

He grinned. "You gonna show me how much you like it?"

Natalia didn't answer. She opened her legs revealing panties soaked nearly through, clinging to her lips. She sat back, legs parting slightly, giving him a better view.

"You're fucking dripping," Stefan said, stroking himself slowly now, hand slick with lube or pre-cum she couldn't tell which.

"Your fault," she whispered, fingers teasing the waistband.

"Take them off."

The tone of command in his voice made her shiver.

She did it.

He let out a sound low, primal. His hand gripped tighter around his cock.

"Touch yourself for me," he said. "Show me what a good girl looks like."

Her fingers moved to her clit immediately, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as she moaned softly. The sound alone had Stefan's hips twitching.

"That's it," he said, voice darker now. "Look at me while you do it."

She obeyed again. Eyes locked on his, cheeks red, body trembling.

"Tell me what you're thinking," Stefan said, voice low and rough, like gravel dragged over heat.

Natalia's lips parted, her breath ragged, body shaking with how close she already was. Her hand trembled as she rubbed slow, tight circles over her clit, eyes locked on the screen, on the way he was fisting his cock like he could barely hold back.

"That I want your dick so bad," she whispered, the words catching in her throat, laced with need. "That I've been aching for it. For you."

Stefan's jaw flexed, eyes dark with hunger. She could see the tension in his arm as he stroked himself faster, precum glistening at the tip of his thick dick, shining under the soft light.

"Keep going," he growled. "Tell me all of it."

Natalia moaned softly, her fingers speeding up.

"I dream about it," she said, voice shaking. "I imagine you stretching me so good I can't breathe. Just... filling me. Holding my hips down while I take every inch. I picture your face while I ride you. Your voice when I start to come telling me not to stop, even when I'm shaking."

Stefan let out a choked sound that went straight to her core. His hand worked over his shaft, thick veins pulsing, his abs flexing with every movement.

"Fuck, Natalia."

"I imagine how deep you'd go," she continued, her back arching, hand pressing down harder. "How I'd cry from how good it feels. How I wouldn't be able to stop screaming your name."

"Jesus fucking Christ," he hissed, biting his lip so hard it went white. "You have no idea what you do to me. You think I've just been stroking it for fun? I've been losing my fucking mind over you."

She gasped as she felt the first edge of orgasm rising up hot, demanding, inevitable.

"That smart mouth," Stefan growled. "Those legs. Your thighs in those little wet panties. The sound of your breath when you're teasing me. I hear it in my head even when I'm sleeping. I've nearly come in in my boxers thinking about what your pussy tastes like."

Natalia whimpered.

Her body was on fire. Her thighs trembled. Her skin felt too tight, like her nerves were electrified.

"Please," she whispered, voice barely there. "Please tell me I'm your good girl."

That broke him.

"You're perfect," Stefan growled. "Look at you. Legs spread. So fucking wet. Touching yourself like a good girl, MY GOOD GIRL keep going for me."

He stroked harder now, his hips bucking slightly off the bed, his other hand gripping his thigh.

"You're the best fucking girl I've ever seen. No one else could do this to me. No one."

Natalia's body jerked, muscles tightening. She could barely breathe.

"Can I come?" she gasped. "Please, Stefan please."

"No." His voice was sharp, cutting through her like a command. His fist slowed just enough to torture her.

"Not yet," he growled. "Keep going. Rub that sweet little clit faster. I want you on the edge for me. I want you desperate."

She obeyed with a whimper, her hand moving faster, breath breaking into sobs of need. Her pussy was so slick she could hear it now wet, messy, obscene.

"You're mine tonight," Stefan whispered, his voice shaking with restraint. "My perfect, needy girl. Don't stop. Show me what you look like when you fall apart."

Her hips bucked. Her free hand clawed at the sheets.

"I can't I'm so close I'm"

"Now." His voice broke. "Come for me, Natalia. Now."

The orgasm ripped through her like a wave crashing down. She cried out, legs shaking violently, her back arching off the bed as her body convulsed with release. Her fingers never stopped, dragging every ounce of pleasure out of her shaking core as she sobbed his name over and over into the screen.

"Stefan fuck fuck, fuck, fuck"

She collapsed back into the bed, chest heaving, sweat glistening down her neck, her face flushed and damp, lips swollen from biting them.

Stefan's hand was a blur now, fist sliding fast over his fat dick, the slick sound of it audible even through the screen. He was close too close and Natalia could see it all: the way his jaw clenched, how his abs tensed and trembled, the way his cock twitched in his grip like it was already trying to erupt.

His mouth fell open, chest heaving, a broken growl rising from deep in his throat.

"Fuck fuck, baby" he gasped, voice strained, hips jerking forward helplessly.

He couldn't hold it back.

"Fucking hell"

His cock spasmed violently, and then it hit.

The first hot stream of cum shot up over his chest, landing thick and high near his collarbone, followed by another, and another long, heavy ropes painting across his stomach and abs in messy, shuddering bursts. It just kept coming, pulse after pulse pouring out of him as his body shook with the force of it. He was loud, unfiltered, moaning her name in that raw, guttural way that sent electricity straight to her core even though she'd just come.

His thighs flexed, his stomach tightened, and still he pumped, milking every drop from that thick, swollen cock, every twitch of his body making it obvious just how long he'd been holding back for her.

"OMG Natalia, look at me," he groaned, his voice hoarse, fucked-out. "Look what you do to me."

And she did.

Eyes locked on his screen, her mouth parted, watching every drop spill out of him, her body still tingling from her own orgasm. Her hand moved absently against her thigh as she stared, flushed and breathless.

He collapsed back onto his pillows, hand falling away from his cock, chest rising and falling in deep, shaky breaths. His abs were smeared with cum, his skin glowing with sweat, and his face was completely undone like he'd just had his soul dragged out of him by the sight of her falling apart.

And still...

His eyes never left the screen.

Never left her.

The sight of her breaking apart had pushed him over the edge.

They both lay there, ruined and breathless. Silent except for the sound of their panting.

Natalia wiped her eyes, laughing weakly.

"Holy shit."

Stefan exhaled hard, raking a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. That was... intense."

She looked at him through the screen flushed, shirtless, spent and smiled.

"Was it good?" she asked quietly, shy again now that the moment had passed.

He stared right at her.

"You were so fucking beautiful, I almost came before you even touched yourself."

Her heart fluttered, cheeks blooming pink.

"I like seeing you like this," she whispered. "Not just words. You."

"I like you," he said. "All of you. Messy. Curious. Teasing. Fucking perfect."

She curled into herself slightly, tugging the blanket over one thigh.

"So what now?" she murmured.

Stefan raised an eyebrow.

"Truth or dare?"

She grinned, eyes narrowing playfully.

"Dare."

"Come over. If you dare."

She blinked. "Now?"

He leaned closer to the screen, voice low again.

"Up to you or we can do this again tomorrow night"

She bit her lip.

"Why do you tease me so much damn it?"

He didn't even pause.

"The more i look at you right now, the harder i get again. Time for round two i think."

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