Page 106 of First-Time Caller
She makes another delicious sound and starts to roll her hips, leaning back. I meet her movement with mine and we’re a grinding, panting mess against a shelf full of toilet paper.
“Could you—” She arches her back and I drag my thumb across her nipple, an answer to the rest of that question. She nods, frantic. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s nice.”
I drag my teeth along her jaw. “Nice,” I huff. I trace another wide circle with my thumb. “Nothing I want to do to you is very nice, Lucie.”
“Okay, we’ll use a different word,” she says, breathless. “That’s really—” Her sentence tumbles into a low moan when I pinch her nipple between two fingers.
“It’s really . . . what?” I drop a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “What word should we use?”
I can think of fifteen, right off the top of my head.Incredible, unbelievable, perfect. Soft. Warm. Too much. Not enough. Fucking overwhelming.
“Nice,” she says with a laugh that wheezes out of her.
I’ve heard so many sounds out of Lucie these past couple of weeks. Her laughter and her sighs and the small amused huff she makes in the back of her throat when we have a ridiculous caller. The rasp in her voice when she’s tired and the way she licks around the edges of consonants and vowels when she’s saying my name.
I’m an expert on the soundtrack of Lucie, but I think these sounds might be my favorite. The music Lucie makes when she’s chasing her orgasm against my thigh, both of her hands twisted through my hair, her mouth open against my shoulder.
“Aiden,” she breathes, hips moving faster, sloppier, losing her rhythm as her head tips back. I cup the base of her skull so she doesn’t smack it against the shelf behind her and then I fist my fingers in her hair because I can. Because I want to.
Her body goes boneless against me and the knowledge that Lucie likes her hair pulled is a bright flash of heat up the length of my spine.
“Fuck,” she slurs. “Aiden.”
“That’s it,” I whisper. “It’s good, isn’t it?”
She nods. “I need—” She flattens her palm over the back of the hand I still have anchored against her chest and drags it down to the front of her jeans. My thumb rubs over the small metal button and she exhales a shaky breath.
“No,” I tell her, pushing my thigh up, urging her to grind harder.
“But—”
“No.”
“Maybe a little bit?” she gasps, and I shake my head against hers.
“No,” I say again. “I can’t.”
“You can’t?”
“Are you wet, Lucie?” The question bursts out of me, borderline accusing. I’m not being very nice right now. Not nice at all.
She nods and I grunt, taking her response like a sucker punch. “Then, no. I can’t touch you a little bit. Because if I feel how wet you are for me, I’m going to fuck you in this closet.”
Her smoky laugh curls around the back of my neck. “I don’t see the issue.”
“I’m not going to fuck you in a closet,” I say, more for myself than for her. Because I want to. I want to wedge something under the door handle and undo the tiny button on the front of her jeans and do everything I’ve been thinking about. Get down on my knees. Turn her around and tug her hips back into me.
I pull my hand out from beneath hers and roll my thumb against her nipple again, rougher than I mean to. My restraint is a house of cards in a windstorm. I’m barely holding it together.
“I’m going to make you come, and we’ll figure everything else out later, okay?”
She nods. “Yes, please. That—” She curls both of her arms around my neck. “That’s what I want.”
“I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want.”
She shivers against me with a breathy, disbelieving laugh and I hold her tighter, guiding her against my thigh in a long, slow drag. I feel like I’m caught in a dream. Any second Lucie is going to kick me under the desk and I’m going to jolt awake.
But she doesn’t and I don’t and I move her against me until she’s making tiny, bitten-off sounds in the back of her throat, her hands grasping, her thigh brushing against my cock with every roll of her hips. I could probably come just like this. With Lucie’s sweet sounds and the barest hint of friction. In the broom closet of the radio station.
