Page 42 of Open for Negotiation
“Tell me what you’re doing right this second,” I command, my words and mouth not even mine anymore. I’m a slave to my need for her.
She giggles in response. “I’m lying on my bed.”
“How are you lying?” I shift around to lie lengthwise on my sofa with my back to the arm, and legs outstretched along the leather cushions.
“I’m on my side, hugging one of my white, fluffy pillows against my chest.”
“And your body? How does it feel?”
I’ve never really done anything like this before. In my life, if I’ve wanted a woman, I’ve had her in my bed, or whichever bed I was occupying at the time. I haven’t needed to have phone sex with anyone.
Hell, honestly, I could ask Scarlett to come here or I could go to her right now, and I think we both know that.
There’s just something forbidden, dirty, about hearing her moans, her sighs, while she thinks about all the things I want to do to her.
“You already asked me that,” she jokes, purposefully pressing my buttons.
“Answer the damn question, you brat,” I tease, laughing.
“I’m so achy all over. If I touch my skin, it stings in a way. I’m overstimulated in my head. The thoughts are driving me crazy.”
“Tell me everything. I want to know all of your thoughts.” I shamelessly cup myself through my shorts, squeezing, trying to relieve the ache building.
“I feel like I haven’t had your touch in so long. I keep thinking about the fact that I’ve never had your head and mouth between my legs.”
“That’s a fucking shame that will be rectified as soon as possible. That’s a promise, baby,” I growl.
“I am thinking about it now,” she mewls softly, like a cat being stroked. “I want your tongue flicking against my clit. I bet it would feel sooooo good.”
“Where are your hands?”
“One is holding my phone, the other is tracing circles on my inner thigh.”
“Still hugging that pillow?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Fuck yes.
“Push it down between your legs. I want you to grind into it. Pretend it’s me. My face. My tongue. My body.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath. “What are you going to do?”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
“I think you know.”
“Oh, I am very aware of what I want to do and I’m sure you want the same, but I want to hear the very dirty words from your very perfect mouth.”
I hear the moment she makes her first movement against the pillow, and it sends a jolt straight to my dick.
“Ohhhh,” she cries softly. “I want you to jerk your cock and pretend it’s me there.”
I press the button to put my phone on speaker and lay it on my chest as I shift my lower body up so I can lower my shorts. My cock springs free, flopping back heavily and lying against my pelvis, pointing up toward my belly button.
“Fuck,” I grunt when I grip the tip and squeeze, precum already beading, making it very apparent how fucking excited that I am. “I am. Christ, I’m so fucking hard.”
I stroke up and down, tugging exactly the way I like.
