Page 38 of The Lies That Shatter
I nod, before remembering once again that he can’t see me. “Yes,” I tell him, as I press my fingers, that are now wet with my saliva, back against my clit. The cold contact causes me to shudder as my stomach clenches from the incredible feeling.
“That’s so fucking hot, Mac. I can’t wait to taste you. I want to watch you come on my fingers and on my cock. Every dirty little fantasy you’ve ever had, I will make them all come true. I plan on coating you in so much cum, everyone will know you’re mine.”
We both moan loudly as his dirty words have a dizzying effect on me. His hands are working his cock faster, making him pant quicker. My fingers match his pace, pressing harder, as my cries of pleasure are leaving me breathless.
“I want to feel your cum inside me. I want to try everything with you. You can have my mouth, my pussy, my ass—I’m all yours,” I say, the words toppling out without me even really meaning to say so much. But it’s true. I have always wanted togive myself over to him completely, and once we cross that line, there’s no going back.
“Oh fuck. You keep talking like that and I’m going to come, sweetheart.”
I’m panting so fast, I can barely catch my breath, and my heart is racing. Little drops of sweat form across my brow as the muscles in my lower abdomen tense. My core feels like it’s on fire, and I can feel the telltale signs that I’m getting nearer and nearer to my release.
“I’m so close,” I pant, as my fingers rub across my clit even more frantically.
“I need you to come, Mac. I want to hear you come before I do.” It sounds as though he’s speaking through gritted teeth, and it makes me smile to know I’m affecting him as much as he is me.
His instructions are the perfect words for me, and I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told. Normally, I hate being bossed around, but at this moment, my mind really couldn’t give a shit. I want to please him. But more than anything, I want to come for him.
I press harder and rub my clit more, whilst using my other hand to pinch my nipple tighter, rolling it between my thumb and finger in the way I like. It’s the beautiful pleasure-pain sensation that I need, and I feel myself falling over the cliff.
“I-I’m coming,” I shout, as my back arches off the bed and my body begins to tremble.
I fall apart as I shout Finn’s name, loving the sound of it falling off my lips along with breathy moans. My pussy gets even wetter, and my legs quiver so much that I know they’d give way if I were standing.
“Shit, Mac. I’m coming too,” Finn roars, before his grunts echo through the phone.
I close my eyes and imagine what he would look like in that moment. His eyes are no doubt tightly closed, his hard abs crunched together as his cock shoots cum all over his stomach.There’s only so much I can imagine, having never seen the real thing, but what I’m dreaming up in my head is pretty fucking fantastic.
We both sit in silence. The only noise is our combined breathing as we come down from our very fucking powerful orgasms.If he’s able to do this to me with just his words, how fucking great will it be when he can actually touch me?
The silence stretches on, becoming a little suffocating, but neither of us is willing to speak first, as we know it’ll burst the little bubble we’re in. I keep going over conversation starters in my head, but none sound right.Should I thank him?That doesn’t feel quite right either.
Thankfully, Finn breaks the silence first. “That has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever done,” he says with a chuckle, and I can’t help but laugh with him.
“I really enjoyed that too. Can we do it again?” I have no right to ask, and it breaks all the rules we’ve set for each other, but there’s absolutely no part of me that can ever go backwards with Finn. I need to know we’re moving forward, getting closer to our forever.
“Definitely. As long as it’s not too weird for you, and I’m not hurting you in any way. You know I still have to do my job.” There’s a sadness to his voice that I hate, but I know he’s just trying to do right by me.
“You aren’t hurting me. As long as I know we get to be together when all this is done, I’m happy,” I say, meaning every word as they spill from my lips.
“You will always be mine. In fact, we have a plan that we hope will bring this to a close very soon, but we may need your help,” he says hesitantly.
I don’t hesitate. “I’m in.”
The next week passes by in a bit of blur. When I’m at work, I seem to spend all of my time trying to avoid Mel’s increasingly angry glares, whilst trying to do my job as best I can. Then when I’m at home, if I’m not thinking about my FaceTime call with the fiery redhead, Bree, I’m waiting for Finn to call me.
Each night since the first has ended the same way. He calls late at night and we talk about our day, growing more familiar with each other like no time has passed. Our friendship returns without us even trying. We always skirt around anything to do with Mel. He knows I hate hearing about what he’s doing with her, and he hates hearing about how shit she’s been treating me lately.
No matter how the call starts, they all end the same way. With my fingers in my pussy, crying out his name as he groans with his release on the other end of the phone.
We’ve been opening up more and more about the fantasies we both have. I guess when it’s been building for as long as our relationship has, we have a lot of fantasies to explore. He insists that when we do get around to sex, it won’t be too much at first. He wants to make my first time special, since I’ve waited so fucking long.
The problem with waiting this long is that I already know how much I’m missing out on. So I know that when we do have sex, I’m going to want it all. Of course, I want it slow and sensual to start with, but I also want to see what Finn’s like when he loses control. I want him to fuck me and control me and claim me. I don’t want him to treat me with kid gloves because he thinks I’m fragile.
Last night I told him all this. I told him I want him to do all the dirty things we’ve talked about and more. I told him I want him to claim my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. I want to play with toys. I want him to tie me up, to claim me in every way that he can.
He’s normally the one who makes me fall apart with his dirty words, but last night, I was in control.
He came so hard hearing me confess my deepest desires, and it made me that much more eager to get this fucking assignment over and done with, so we can make a start.
