She was on a video call… while I sucked her boyfriend’s cock under the blanket [Part 1]

More “miss you” texts with no idea what I was doing in her house..

It was around 10 PM when she called.

A sleepy video call, just to check in. She looked cute.. messy bun, oversized tee, sitting cross-legged on the bed next to her sister with one hand covering the screen so I wouldn’t “see her without makeup.”

We were in the kitchen. Getting drinks. Not saying a word.

“I’ll be back Monday,” she yawned. “Probably late.”

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of everything.”

I felt his shadow behind me before I saw him.

The couch dipped. His thigh brushed mine.

She kept talking… rambling about something her sister said during dinner, laughing softly and I smiled, nodding like he was listening, even as his hand slid up under the blanket over my lap.

He knew what this was.

What it had become.

He was already hard by the time I pulled the blanket higher and angled the camera just enough to hide what I was doing with my other hand.

I unzipped his jeans.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t breathe.

Just kept his eyes locked on me as I fished out his cock… thick, heavy, hard. I wrapped my fingers around it slowly, stroking him as she kept talking about the beach view from her room.

“So pretty,” she said. “You’d love it.”

I licked my lips and smiled & whispered “I bet I would.”

His cock twitched in my hand.

She had no idea.

I leaned down slowly. Quietly. Careful not to let the camera shake too much.

He spread his legs for me, breathing shallow now, eyes flicking from me to the screen as I took the head of his cock between my lips.

I sucked it gently.. slow and wet, just the tip… swirling my tongue while I stared up at him with wide, obedient eyes.

She was still talking.

Still clueless.

I moaned around him. Soft. Delicate. Like a secret hum into the phone speaker.

“You okay?” she asked, blinking.

He swallowed, smiling sweetly. “Mmhmm. Just cold. Curled up under the blanket.”

He reached down and tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me back down again.

This time, I took more of him. Let him hit the back of my throat. Let myself drool a little, wetting his cock so it slipped easier between my lips.

His breathing was tight now. Quiet. One hand covering his mouth as I sucked him slow and deep under the camera frame.

She was looking away. Talking to her sister. Not watching.

I used that moment.

I bobbed my head faster. Stroking the base with one hand, the other cradling his balls gently as I took him deeper with every glide. Letting my spit coat his shaft. Letting soft, messy sounds slip out between my lips just loud enough for him to hear.

He grunted once. Too loud.

She looked back.

“You okay?” she asked again, tilting her head.

“Just a cramp ” he replied

She smiled at the camera, blowing him a kiss. “I’ll text you in the morning, okay?”

I popped my mouth off his cock just long enough to say, “Sweet dreams.” quietly.

She hung up.

And the second the call ended—

“Get on your knees.”

His voice was rough. Commanding. Dangerous.

I dropped off the couch and slid between his legs, pushing the blanket off now, nothing to hide.

He looked down at me, eyes wild. “Open your mouth.”

I obeyed.

And he fucked my throat like it was his.

No more slow teasing. No more hiding.

He held the back of my head and thrust into my mouth hard, again and again, groaning as I took every inch, my mascara already smudging from the force.

I gagged on him. Drooled. Let him use me.

Because I wanted to be used.

Because she was gone.

Because this was ours now.

When he finally came, it was deep in my throat.. hot, heavy, pouring down as he held me there, shaking, moaning my name like a prayer.

I swallowed it all.

Licked him clean.

And looked up, mouth open, tongue out, like the needy little secret I was.

He pulled me up onto the couch again. Kissed me filthy. Tasted himself on my tongue.