Page 57 of Whiskey Smoke

“How do you feel? Is your pussy needy?”

The way his voice dropped with his dirty words made my body go from tingly to aching. I hadn’t expected him to talk about it.

“Yes,” I whispered, my face warm.

“Lie back on the bed, pull my shirt up to your waist, and open your legs.”

I sucked in a breath. He wanted me to masturbate? Over the phone?

“I can’t do that. I’ve tried,” I admitted.

“You can’t open your legs?” he asked in an amused tone. “Because I know for a fact that you can.”

“No.” I laughed nervously. “I can’t, you know, make myself orgasm.”

“You can with my help. Trust me?”

I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”

“Then, do what I said.”

I tugged the shirt up and lay back, opening my legs. Just doing it because he had told me to made me so turned on that I might explode without touching myself.

“Okay. I did it.”

“Fuck, I wanna see it.” His voice was husky. “Will you let me?”

I swallowed hard. “You mean FaceTime?” I asked.

The phone rang, and I saw the FaceTime request from him. Oh God … could I do this? I accepted it, and then his face was there. He was shirtless and in a bed. No man on earth should look that good.

“That’s much better. I missed those pretty green eyes.”

I licked my bottom lip, not sure how this was supposed to work. “I’ve never done this.”

A wicked grin touched his face. “I know.”

Of course he knew. That had been a dumb thing for me to say. I was just nervous.

“Aspen, take off the shirt. I need to see your tits.”

Oh good Lord. I blinked several times as he waited for me. Okay, I could do this. I lay the phone down and pulled the shirt up and over my head. Dropping it beside me, I picked it back up again.

“Show me, baby.”

I held the phone back until my boobs were in clear view.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Those hard little pink nipples belong in my mouth.”

Okay, yep. I was going to orgasm without even touching myself.

His breathing was getting heavy, and I noticed his arm was moving slowly. Was he … was he touching himself? I mean, I knew men did that, but was he doing that while looking at my boobs?

“I need to see how wet you are.” His voice sounded like warm honey.

“You … you want me to show you between my legs?” I asked, feeling my entire body blush at the thought of doing that.

“Fuck yes. I need to see that sweet pussy. Show it to me.”