Page 36 of The Lies That Shatter
Fuck, I want his name to be the only word on my tongue as I fall over the abyss. I’d scream the one name nobody else is allowed to call him—Finley.
“What if I’m the quiet type?” I mumble, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the insecurity in my question.
This time, when he laughs, I can imagine his big smile. “There’s never been anything quiet about you, Mac. Besides, I will make it my life’s mission to make you scream.”
Did it just get really hot in here?My skin is overheating, and I wonder if I could put the fan on without him noticing. If he hears me, that sexy as fuck smirk will appear on his face, for sure.
“I have every faith you’d be able to do it, too. You’ve always been persistent,” I joke, as I run my hands down the length of my body.
My fingers are only trailing across the surface, trying to enhance the tingles that are rippling just beneath. It’s not something I consciously did, they just started moving to the sound of his voice.
I wonder if Finn is touching himself, too? Do I want him to be?
He’s about to respond to my joke when I cut him off by voicing the thoughts that are whirling around in my head. “Are you hard now?”
The line goes silent, and my heart races as I wonder whether I’ve crossed an invisible line I didn’t even know was there. When he finally speaks, his voice is deeper and more raspy than it was a second ago. “I’m so fucking hard. Are you wet?”
Without thinking, I slowly dip my hand beneath the waistband of my shorts and slide my middle finger through my slit. I don’t know why I’m bothering to check. I already know the answer. He’s silent while he waits for me. “I’m soaked.”
A loud groan fills the room as he responds to my words, and I have to bite my bottom lip to keep my own pleasure in. “Did you use your fingers to check?” he asks, his voice still taking on that deep tone that’s making me hotter.
“I did, but I didn’t need to. I already knew the answer.”
“Fuck! Are your fingers still on your pussy?”
I nod, but then remember that he can’t see me. “Yes. Are you touching yourself?”
“Oh, sweetheart, my hand’s been wrapped around my cock, since you told me what you were wearing.”
“Oh.”
Well done, McKenna. Why don’t you try using some actual words?But I can’t seem to think of what to say, as I focus onwhat he’d look like pulling his cock out of those sexy grey sweats before he starts to stroke himself.
Am I drooling?Thank fuck he can’t see me right now.
“Those little noises of yours are making me leak so much pre-cum,” he replies as my finger presses down on my clit, and this time, I don’t even try to hide the groan of pleasure. “Fuck, that was hot. What are you doing right now?”
“I just pressed my fingers against my clit,” I tell him, as I slowly rub little circles around it in a way that I know I like.
I have a brief moment of panic when I realise exactly what we’re doing. I’m touching myself while talking to Finn, and he’s doing the same.We’re having phone sex.
It isn’t technically breaking any rules, but there’s a part of me that worries we are crossing a line we may not be able to go back from. Not that I care. I’m too far gone to give a shit anymore. I want to come to his dirty words, imagining his hands on me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take your juices from that pretty pussy and spread it all over your clit. Then I want you to stroke your fingers over it a little faster than before,” he instructs, and I don’t hesitate to follow him.
As I rub my sensitive nub faster, a deep moan rips from my throat, and I reach up to pinch my nipple at the same time, the phone now resting on the cushion beside me so I can have both my hands free. “I’m pinching my nipple too—I love the pleasure and pain I get from doing both. Are you stroking your cock? Tell me about it.”
Obviously, I’ve watched a bit of porn, and I know all men like something a little different when having their cock touched. I want to know what he likes, so that when the time comes, I’ll know exactly how to please him.
“I’m using my left hand. I take my thumb and wipe it over the tip, scooping up all the pre-cum that’s oozing out at the thought of you with your fingers on your delicious cunt, and I’m swipingit over the head. It helps to get the tip nice and wet, before I pull all the way down the shaft. I start off slow, almost like lazy strokes, because I want to make this last as long as possible, which is fucking impossible when I’m thinking about you.”
As he speaks, I close my eyes and create the mental picture in my head. I’m sure he’s doing the same, and it’s almost like we’re really doing this together. But I need more details to complete the picture.
“How big are you?” I can feel my cheeks blushing as I ask, but I really fucking want to know. I know how big he felt beneath me the other day, and I’ve been worrying about it ever since. What if he’s too big?
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You can take all of me. I know you can. We were made for each other.” My heart skips a beat at his words. “Do you like putting your fingers inside or just on your clit?”
I pause, wondering again how honest I should be. After everything we’ve been through, he deserves the truth. “I’ve tried putting a couple of fingers inside, but honestly, I don’t get the same kind of feelings I do when I touch my clit.”
