Chapter 23
After I made dinner for myself and finished up the minimal homework I had, which was fortunately still quite light as it was only the second day, I grabbed my phone and dialed Demetri's number while walking up to my room, hoping he would be available to talk.
He picked up immediately as always, "Hey Bella. I'm glad you called. The Cullens behaving themselves, I hope?"
Damn, his accent was sexy. It throws me every time I hear him. "Hey Demetri. I'm doing great. Yes, the Cullens are fine so far. Are you free to talk?"
"Sure am. So, how's your day been?" he asked, his tone making me feel at ease as I settled onto my bed.
"I'm actually enjoying school so far, which is a pleasant surprise. I had a good time at lunch today, chatting with Alice. I even forced Edward to eat an apple, which I must admit, I quite enjoyed watching."
Demetri's chuckle echoed over the connection. "I'm glad you've never asked me to eat human food. So, what did Edward do to so displease you? I'm curious so I don't make the same mistake."
"Oh, I caught him spying on me while I was doing my daily jog. He didn't do anything particularly bad, I guess. I think I just intrigue him because his mind-reading ability doesn't work on me. We had a long chat on the way back to my house, and I have to admit, he's one of the most depressing people I've ever talked to." I wished there was someone or something that could knock some sense into Edward, but if he hasn't seen the light after a century, I'm not holding my breath.
"Really? What seems to be his problem?" Demetri inquired.
"If you can believe it, he's a 100-year-old virgin. I tried to tell him he's really hot and could have nearly any girl at the school, but he's oddly old fashioned. I can't quite figure out what he's holding out for. I suggested he go find some vamp hotty and quit high school altogether. We'll see if he takes my advice, but I doubt it."
"Being a vampire isn't for everyone, Bella. Though I've never met him, he might be one of the few who doesn't relish their immortal existence. Usually, in such cases, they take matters into their own hands. Edward sounds like one of those types who likes to suffer."
"Enough about him," I said, eager to change the subject. "I called to chat with you. Did anything interesting happen to you today?"
"Today, not really, I just caught up on some work. You would be surprised at the amount of paperwork there is even for a vampire. Last night though, I drove to Genoa. Marcus had asked me if I could go pick up some rare books for him. He got a lead on some that were missing from his collection. While there, I also managed to enjoy a good meal, thanks to some fortunate events."
"Interesting, what constitutes a fortunate event for a vampire? Did you catch someone jaywalking?"
Demetri started laughing, and after he composed himself, he continued, "Well, hopefully you'll find what happened as amusing as I did. I had parked in a garage, and when I returned to my car, I noticed it was in the process of being broken into. I observed the thief for a moment, ensuring I was alone with no cameras around. When he managed to open the car door, I made my presence known. I walked up behind him and cleared my throat. He spun around, and the asshole was reaching for a gun he had stashed at the back of his pants. Let's just say he never got the chance to draw it."
"Well, damn. That's like ordering takeout and having the meal delivered right to you. That guy is almost as stupid as a girl who, after hearing a loud crash behind an abandoned building at night, decides it would be a brilliant idea to investigate."
We both shared a laugh, recognizing that my past reckless decision would have had a vastly different outcome for anyone else.
"It's really nice talking with you." I sighed wistfully, my voice holding a hint of longing. "I wish you were here so I could see you."
"Do you have video chat installed on your laptop? Mine does. We could set it up and actually see each other," Demetri's suggestion took root in my mind, sparking my imagination.
"Hey, that's a fantastic idea. My laptop's right here beside me. Hold on a second," I said as I got up from where I was seated. I powered up the video chat software, and after configuring it, the screen sprang to life, revealing Demetri's familiar face.
"Hello, beautiful," Demetri's voice came through the speakers, its allure heightened by his irresistible accent, eliciting a giggle to escape my lips.
"Hey yourself, handsome," I replied, a flirtatious grin lighting up my expression. I settled the laptop onto my bed, making myself comfortable for our chat. "So I've been wondering, when you first became a vampire… well, I'm not sure they used that term back then. What did the people in ancient Greece call your kind?"
I observed Demetri's smile through my laptop screen. "You're right," he responded. "Back then, we were known as Empousa or Lamia in Greece. Those were very different times, and people believed in the gods with a vast array of monsters. We were thought to be a creation of the Goddess Hecate."
"Really, I've never been particularly religious myself. Did you believe in the gods back then as well? Now that I think of it, maybe there's some truth to other legends as well. Have you ever encountered any mythical gods or goddesses in your long life?" I realized I shouldn't be so quick to dismiss things outright, especially when I'm talking to a freaking vampire.
Demetri rubbed his chin, as if lost in deep thought. Finally, he responded, "Truthfully, I can't remember what I believed as a human. After my transformation, during those initial years of not knowing what had befallen me, my concerns were centered on satiating my thirst. More likely than not, I terrorized much of Greece in the process. Nowadays, situations like that would fall under the Volturi's jurisdiction and we would terminate a vampire acting like I did. As for the rest of your question, I've never encountered any evidence of gods or goddesses. Other than the one I'm gazing at right now, of course." He winked at me, his words drawing a laugh and smile from my lips. "I have witnessed vampires in the distant past posing as deities. That could very well be the origin of many legends. To the people of bygone eras, what else could they think when they witnessed someone wielding a vampire's extraordinary abilities?"
I found everything Demetri shared utterly captivating, and our conversation stretched on for hours as we delved into our thoughts and opinions on world events—past, present, and future. At one point, while engrossed in our exchange, I must have stretched, unintentionally causing the fabric of my shirt to ride up and expose a sliver of my skin. Ever the quick-witted one, Demetri seized the opportunity to playfully comment on my attire, suggesting that there should be less of it. His words sent a rush of desire coursing through me, which only amplified the ache I felt for his presence. I thought it couldn't hurt to be a little frisky with my words. I wasn't the shy girl I used to be; she was long gone, and I liked being the bold, assertive woman I had become.
"Oh, I know," I playfully responded, a suggestive smile curling my lips. "Just think, if you were here right now, all the naughty things we could be doing, exploring each other's bodies. This bed has never seen any action, you know," I continued, letting a mischievous undertone color my words, a vivid image of him joining me forming in my mind.
Demetri smile widened as if he had just had the best idea known to man or vampire. "Hmm, you might be onto something. How about this? If you're up for it, we could try cybersex. I've never done that before." His suggestion had an intriguing ring to it. It had been almost a month since Demetri had left while I was still in Phoenix, and I was more than willing to explore this avenue of intimacy with him.
I grinned, a mischievous glint dancing in my eyes. "Sounds intriguing. I've never done anything of the sort either. So, what's the plan? Maybe we could strip down and enjoy the sight of each other as we touch ourselves. Perhaps throw in some dirty talking for added excitement," I suggested, my words tinged with both curiosity and a growing sense of desire.
Demetri must have been all too ready, because one second later, it looked like he hadn't moved, yet he was now completely naked, still lying in bed. The sight of him, his hard body bare and his arousal already prominently on display, ignited a fire within me. My thoughts raced with the thrilling prospect of this virtual encounter, where our words and imagination were the only barriers between us.
"Hold on there," I said, smiling. "I'm not as fast as you... yet."
Quickly, I stood up and discarded all my clothes. I could feel the anticipation building, my heart racing, as I locked my bedroom door just in case. Returning to the bed, I hopped back onto the sheets. "There, now we're at the same pace."
As I lay there naked on my bed, I felt the intensity grow between my legs. I decided to take charge of the situation and let my words guide us. "Oh god, I really want to just start sucking on that 8-inch monster between your legs." My fingers moved along my skin, tracing a path of longing. "Why don't you put your laptop in front of you so I can watch you stroke yourself and see your face at the same time?" Watching him position the camera, I got a good view of everything. The screen illuminated his aroused features, and I could almost feel his fingers moving.
"That's it, just like that. Keep stroking yourself nice and slow," I breathed, my voice dripping with want. The way he touched himself matched the urgency building within me. My words were a direct invitation, my lips parting as I let out soft gasps, aware that he could hear and see the raw hunger in my tone.
"I never really asked you what part of a woman you prefer. Are you a breast man?" The thought of his cool, strong hands on my breasts made my pulse quicken. I reached up, my fingers circling my nipples, coaxing them into a taut peaks. "Or maybe you're more of an ass man? I mean, you were having all those fantasies about fucking me in the ass and trying to convince me how much I would enjoy it." My grin and words held a teasing edge, letting him know I was joking.
"Or maybe you'd prefer a clear view of my legs spread wide, capturing all the naughty acts I'll soon indulge in?" The anticipation was palpable now, and I writhed on the bed, mirroring his rhythmic strokes with my deliberate movements. "Tell me, where should I point the camera?" My voice, dripping with desire, held a sultry edge. "I'm getting all wet just talking to you," I admitted, my words carrying a mixture of sensuality and fervor, a reflection of the rising heat within me. I hoped I was turning him on. I certainly was getting worked up.
Demetri's hand had maintained its slow rhythm along his length while I talked, his desire mirroring my own. He sent me a smoldering grin, his gaze fixed on the screen as he murmured, "Adjust the camera to capture your face and if possible, your breasts. You are so sexy, and I love to watch your face whenever you climax." His words hung in the air, charged with the raw intensity of our mutual yearning.
It was thrilling to learn his preferences, and I positioned the laptop at the top of my bed where the pillows would normally be, ensuring a tempting view. I got on my hands and knees and presented myself, my breasts swaying invitingly, aiming to offer him a seductive spectacle as I surrendered to my yearnings. "Does this angle work? I'm about to start pleasuring myself," I purred, my tone a sultry invitation. "Really stroke yourself and let me see your dick straining. Just imagine my lips going up and down your length, and imagine it getting harder and harder until you just can't take it anymore." The anticipation was electrifying as my middle finger entered me, my body moving in a sensuous rhythm, breasts swaying in time, propelling me toward the edge of ecstasy.
My eyes remained fixated on the screen, watching as Demetri increased his pace, mirroring my arousal. The sight was incredibly arousing, igniting a fire within me that blazed hotter with each passing moment. "Are you close, Demetri? I'm getting there," I moaned, my voice a breathy blend of longing and eagerness. "Talk dirty to me. Let's come together if we can." The intensity in our virtual connection was palpable, each word and movement ratcheting up the tension between us.
"You look stunning, Bella," Demetri's voice came through, dripping with desire. "Your face radiates with pleasure, an intoxicating glow. Imagine it's my cock sliding in and out of you with each thrust. My hands are on your hips, guiding you back and forth while I impale you over and over again. You've already climaxed multiple times, and yet, we're still going strong. Your pleasure is building higher and higher as you feel my cock sliding against your inner walls, igniting every nerve. You just can't stand it anymore and your back arches. You're panting grows more urgent, matching the rhythm of your heartbeat, as you edge closer and closer to that ultimate release. And then, it happens. Your orgasm crashes over you, a tidal wave of pleasure that is about to consume you. Your body is shaking uncontrollably, and you feel close to passing out; the pleasure is so intense." His words sent shivers down my spine as I followed his lead, my fingers moving faster and faster as I imagined his words playing out.
"And I assume by now your hand is coated in your juices?" His tone was heated, and his words painted a vivid image in my mind. "After you cum, let me watch as you slowly lick each finger clean." The imagery he evoked was intoxicating, driving my arousal to new heights. My breath hitched as I watched his intense gaze fixed on me, watching me as I pumped my fingers relentlessly into my dripping pussy.
Oh god, his words had done it, and my orgasm was rapidly approaching. My toes curled as I rocked my body on the bed with a fiery fervor. My facial muscles clenched in the throes of ecstasy as the first wave washed over me. "Fuck yes!" I couldn't help but scream, lost in the intensity of the moment. "Cum for me. Now! Beat it faster." My own hand moved with a feverish pace as I watched Demetri mirror my actions on the screen. I thought I glimpsed his dick start to spurt, but then the screen turned white, abruptly cutting off the view.
Confusion clouded my mind as I continued to rub myself, albeit at a slower pace, as I came down from my high. "Demetri?" I questioned, my voice tinged with bewilderment. I saw the screen come back, albeit a little blurry. His voice came through, apologetic, "Sorry about that. It seems my cum landed all over the camera." I closed my eyes and burst into laughter, a mix of surprise and amusement bubbling up within me. Demetri's laughter joined mine, his presence comforting even through the virtual connection. With a contented sigh, I stretched out on my bed, moving the computer to my side, a playful smile on my face as I continued to bask in the afterglow of our intimate exchange.
"That sounds about right. Damn, that was hot. Did you enjoy it? Your dick certainly seemed to be having a good time," I teased, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips, my voice still laced with the lingering heat of our recent encounter.
"Absolutely. We're definitely doing that again. I really wish I could be there with you right now, but even though the distance makes it impossible, it's like technology has found a way to bridge the gap for us. I'm pretty sure this is what they had in mind when they developed video chat," Demetri replied, his voice tinged with both contentment and eagerness.
With those words, our conversation carried on, now laced with the added thrill of being completely naked together, even if it was only through the screen. It was undoubtedly the most exciting way to connect with someone, particularly when they were as enticing as Demetri. As the dialogue continued, my mind remained on the tantalizing thoughts and images of what we had just done, and I couldn't help but think how this was a perfect way to end the day.
Let me know your thoughts.