My Masturbation Recording Was Listened To 146 Times By The Ice Hockey Hunk Chapter 15
After everything settled, we were officially together.
And I discovered that Zach had been holding himself back for a very long time.
One night I was on his couch, mostly recovered from a cold, half-watching a movie.
He kept playing with my hands—tracing my fingers, pressing into my palm.
I got annoyed, leaned over, and kissed his cheek. “There’s your reward. Now sit still.”
That was a mistake.
In one smooth motion he had me flat on my back, mouth on mine.
It started controlled.
It didn’t stay that way.
At some point he reached into the side-table drawer and pulled something out.
The second I recognized it I tried to sit up.
“Zach—where did you even find that?!”
I thought I’d hidden it well.
He pinned both my wrists with one hand like it was nothing.
“You’re shy now?”His voice was low, almost amused. “You didn’t sound shy on the recording.”
He turned the vibrator on.
The low buzz filled the quiet living room.
He didn’t put it inside right away. He just pressed it against me, slow and deliberate, watching my face.
“Thirty-seven seconds in,”he murmured against my ear, “your breathing changed.”
“Two minutes and one second… you bit down on something.”
“Three minutes forty… you said my name.”
I tried to turn my head away. He wouldn’t let me.
“I listened to it enough times that I don’t need the file anymore,” he said.“I remember every second.”
When he finally pushed it inside, slow and deep, my back arched off the couch.
He kept the pace steady, almost clinical, while his free hand held my hip in place.
“This is what you sounded like when you were alone,” he said, voice rough. “Now I get to see it.”
He changed the angle and the vibrations hit exactly the right spot.
My thighs started shaking.
“Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open.
His were almost black.
“Did you ever think about doing this with me?”
I couldn’t answer.
He turned the setting higher and thrust deeper at the same time.
A broken sound tore out of me.
“Say it.”
“…Yes.”
A low, satisfied sound left his throat.
He leaned down and kissed the tears at the corner of my eyes.
“Good girl.”
“Then I’ll give you what you were imagining.”