Page 80 of Drive Me Wild
“Mm-hmm?”
I hear his breath hitch. “You can tell me what you’re wearing.”
Oh.
Oh my god.
Um.
Does he want me to tell him what I’m actually wearing to bed or should I lie and say something sexy?
“That blue cotton pajama set,” I admit quietly. “With the white trim on it.”
“I like that one. Always feels so soft against my skin, yeah?” His voice is an octave deeper, a dead giveaway that he’s turned on. “Wish I was there right now, spooning with you. Well, we wouldn’t really be cuddling.”
“No?”
“Nu-uh,” he replies huskily. “I’d be balls-deep in that pretty little pussy of yours, making you moan my name as you come all over my cock.”
A wave of desire crashes into my core, quickly rolling through my veins like a drug. What the fuck do I say to that?Cool! Amazing! Smashing!Even with all the traveling I did, I never had phone sex with any of my exes—I never felt the need to. And even if I did want to, I wasn’t nearly bold enough to initiate it. I don’t want to mess this up by saying the wrong thing.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? Me rocking into you and rubbing your swollen clit with my fingers.”
Bloody hell.His words are so intimate and primal that my chest heaves as I fight to control my breathing. “Ye-yes.”
“I’m so hard, Jos. You’re all I think about.”
My body vibrates to the thump of my heart. “I don’t really, uh, know… how to do this. Phone sex. I don’t know if I’m going to be very good at it. Haven’t really explored this particular avenue before. Or street. Boulevard. Whatever you want to call it. Masturbation station.”
Theo laughs softly. “Well, all you have to do is tell me what you want and how you’re touching yourself. For example… right now, I’m stroking my cock, thinking about how good your pussy feels. How fucking warm it is, because you’re always so wet and ready for me.”
My cheeks flush at the brazenness of his words. “Oh?”
“Mm-hmm. Are you wet right now? Do you want to touch yourself, angel?”
“Yes,” I squeak out. Theo’s words get me more riled up than I thought was humanly possible. He’s awakened a fire in me, and I’m desperate to let it consume every inch of my skin.
“Do it, baby,” he coaxes.
I sigh as I press softly against my clit, pleasure coursing through my body as I slowly stroke myself. “I’m, well… um, touching myself.”
No shit, Sherlock. Christ. What is wrong with me? That’s so un-sexy. Should I pretend I have bad service and just end the call and hide out in a hole for the rest of my life?
“Details, baby,” Theo says, amusement lacing his words. “I want you to tell me exactly how you’re touching yourself. What are you thinking about?”
“You,” I admit, my voice breathy. “I’m thinking about you.”
“What’re you thinking about me doing?”
“I’m pretending it’s your fingers rubbing against me. Slowly teasing me until I can’t take it anymore.”
He moans into the phone. “I can’t wait to be inside you. How fast do you think I can make you come when I see you? Hmm?”
My response is immediate. “Fast.”
He laughs deeply. “It’s because my cock was made for your pussy, yeah? Always feels so fucking good.”
“Ah-huh.” I can barely get the words out, the excitement over what we’re doing overwhelming my senses. I feel my stomach start to burn, my orgasm edging closer with every second that passes.
