Walking Red Flag (Ocean View #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“I’m... I think I’m close,” I say, and I expect Vic’s hand to move, to do something different, but he doesn’t, he just keeps going, the same rhythm, the same pace, the same pressure as it builds and builds, as I reach for it… But I can’t. I can’t get there. And as his hand continues, as the feeling builds to an excruciating level, as he continues to pant in my ear, as I continue to moan, I wonder if maybe I really am broken. Because if I can’t focus with Doctor Victor Brandt touching me, when will I? “What, baby? Get out of your head,” he says. “I can’t… I’m so… but I can’t…” “You’re so wet for me, Gabi. I know you can do this,” he says, and another stone falls from the wall, my body responding in kind. “Fuck, you like when I talk to you?” Another pebble, another clench, another rush of wet. “Fuck, Gabi. I can’t wait to hear you when you come. I want you to say my name, okay? When you come for me, you say the name of the man who made it happen.” I moan deep, a new, more profound feeling taking over. A blooming of warmth fills my lower back, my breathing becoming erratic. “Fuck, I… I…” “Fuck yeah, baby, you’re going to come for me. You’re going to come so fucking hard right now, and all it took was my fingers. Imagine what it’s going to feel like when I’m fucking you. I have so much to teach you, and I’m going to have so much fun doing it,” he says, and it’s that—the idea of more, the idea of learning, and, admittedly, of Vic fucking me that does it. I explode, his name on ...