Page 66 of Into the Dark

Some tumult of desire rushes through my entire body, up from between my legs to my nipples, stealing my breath so I’m panting down the phone. I’m so turned-on now. Eat it? He wants to eat my…? What on earth? How does he make that sound so arousing? It’s a gift.

“Jake,” I pant. It’s a single breath.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Good. So, now I have my hand wrapped around my cock imagining it’s your hand, would you stroke it fast or slow, baby?”

“I…” Oh god, I can barely breathe, let alone talk. “I would start slow.” My face is so hot. “And I’d move my thumb back and forward over the top.”

“Yeah, fuck, I like when you do that.” He growls out a curse as he does it. “Are you touching yourself, baby?”

“A little.” My fingers dance lightly over the sensitive knot of flesh. “God, I wish you were here, Jake,” I whisper as my hand moves lower, hot, wet skin meeting trembling fingers.

“I am there,” he says softly. “My fingers are between your legs, teasing you. Fuck, you’re so soft and warm there. Sweet and wet and hot for me, aren’t you, baby?”

I gasp as a rush of sensation cascades out from my fingertips.

Sliding my fingers through the soft folds between my legs with my eyes shut tight, I imagine it’s him. His body, warm and large, and that rich, spicy, masculine scent that emanates from his skin, wrapping around me as it presses me deep into the mattress. I put pressure on the sensitive spot, which throbs and vibrates, and a shocking burst of pure pleasure jolts through me, making me moan louder. I hear Jake groan quietly against my ear.

So this is phone sex. No wonder people do it.

“Tell me how you feel, Alex. Tell me, baby.”

“Hot and wet. God, I want you inside me,” I pant.

He swears quietly, his breathing quick now, loud breaths that tell me he’s close too. “Slide your finger inside for me, Alex—just one.”

Tentatively, I obey, moaning again as my finger meets a wall of building pressure. “Oh…” I turn my head into the couch. In response, Jake lets out a deep male noise that makes my nipples harden.

“Another finger now. Imagine it’s me touching you. Imagine my fingers inside you, baby.” His words are low and breathless, and I can almost taste the heat and desire in his voice. “Now take them out and rub the outside—feel how hot you are here?” he makes a low, growling noise that physically pulses against my insides.

Oh god, I’m going to come. Right now.

“I’m moving my hand faster now,” Jake tells me. “I want you to put your fingers back in and make yourself come. I want to hear you come, Alex. Are your fingers deep? Make sure they’re deep inside you. Fuck them like you would my dick, baby.”

Christ, how does he do that? How is it possible that just his instruction can feel this good?

With my eyes closed I picture him. Hard lines, smooth skin, and dark tattoos. I imagine him stroking himself as he watches me with eyes full of dark desire and lust. The sounds of his breath become sharper down the phone, pushing me right to the edge. When I’m teetering on the brink I pull my fingers out and rub my clitoris, pressing my fingers in just the right way that the pressure tips me over the edge.

“I’m going to come Jake,” I tell him, urgent.

Jake groans low in his throat. “Fuck, I wish I were buried so fucking deep inside you right now.” His voice and words send my mind over the edge, a hot, white frenzy that threatens to suffocate me. “I’d bite and suck those perfect pink nipples of yours as I fucked you rough.” His breathing is ragged now, like my own. “Then, when I felt you tighten around me, do you know what I’d do, baby?”

Since I can’t respond I just whimper slightly.

“I’d fuck you harder.”

I come, hard, my back, thighs, and tummy clenching as my climax flows between my fingers. His noises deepen with the sound of him coming, his breaths deliciously arousing down the line. When I hear his deep, male, sexy laugh, still breathless from his orgasm, I can’t help but laugh too.

“Well, that wasn’t bad, was it?” Jake says. “You’re pretty good at phone sex, Doctor Marlowe.”

“Coming from you, that’s high praise, Mr. Lawrence. ‘

I hear him stretching. “So I’ll be home tomorrow about five. What time do we have to be at your parents’?”

It takes me a minute to gather my thoughts and senses. “Um, I said around seven. They’re in Camberley, so it’s about a forty-minute drive. Mum’s looking forward to meeting you.”

“Am I gonna fancy her?” I hear the smile in his voice. “Does she look like an older version of you?”

“Actually, I probably look more like my dad. So this could be really weird,” I say.