Page 43 of Against the Clock
I grit my teeth. “You were so fucking wet and tight. I want you to get wet for me again. I want you to think about my tongue between your legs, on that perfect pussy.”
“Yes, Daniel,” she moans.
“Good girl,” I say. “Now tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m using the vibrator on my clit,” she says, and from the way her voice trips over the words, I wonder if she’s new to this, to having phone sex. It seems like she might be. It’s one more sign of how much more experienced I am than her, and it could be a turn off… but damn, I like it. I like the idea of showing her how good it can be.
My jaw clenches. “Why don’t you let me tell you what to do instead?”
“I like that idea.”
Her voice is soft, and high, and needy, and I’ve never heard anything better.
“Make little circles all around that pretty clit.”
“Oh god,” she says. “Feels so good.”
“Good. I want you to feel good. Say my name.” The demand leaves my mouth before I have time to think on it.
“Daniel, it feels so good. Daniel.” Her voice is pleading, sweet and so needy.
“You’re getting close now,” I continue, relentless, needing release so badly but wanting her to find hers even more. Wanting my name to be on her lips when she does.
“Yes,” she says.
Fuck, I want to touch her. I want to lift her thick hips and plunge deep into her warmth.
“I want you to reach up under my jersey and touch your breasts.”
She makes a needy noise and I wet my lips.
“I’m close,” she says.
“Good. Come for me. Say my name when you come, like a good girl.”
“Daniel, Daniel,” she pants and my cock twitches, so hard it aches. A low moan reverberates in my ear and I close my eyes, remembering the way she tasted. Her scent.
The vibrator shuts off and she sighs, a sound that would be twice as sweet if I was there to feel it against my skin.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I want to cuddle.”
My eyes go wide and I stare at the ugly popcorn ceiling in surprise before my lips stretch in a smile.
“I want that too, Kelsey Cole. I would love to feel you against me right now.”
She’s silent for a long time and her breathing evens out, and after a couple minutes, it becomes clear she’s fallen asleep on the phone.
It makes me laugh, a chuckle rolling out of me.
“Goodnight, Kelsey. I’ll see you when I get back tomorrow.”
She doesn’t answer, and I don’t expect her to.
I lie awake that night for a long time, thinking about how much I wish I was anywhere but this hotel room, as long as I wasn’t alone.
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