Page 122 of First-Time Caller
Her bra is pushed up above her bare tits, her hair is wild, and her eyes are shining. She’s flushed, chest heaving.
I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anyone this much.
I open my belt buckle, slipping the leather through the loops. “I had to touch myself after you left the closet. Did you know that?”
She shakes her head, watching me through heavy eyes. “I didn’t—I didn’t know that,” she breathes. “Did you—”
“I fucked my fist and thought about doing exactly what I’m doing right now.” I press my palm to her belly and spread my fingers wide, my thumb dipping to the hollow between her thighs. She’s so wet, I have to clench my teeth.Fuck, this woman. “I stood in that closet with my hand around my cock and thought about what would have happened if I slipped my hand in your pants like I wanted to. How much you would have let me get away with. I destroyed a fundraising T-shirt. Had to bury it in the bathroom trash can beneath sixteen thousand sheets of paper towels. And it still didn’t help.”
She wiggles her hips, trying to get me where she wants me. I keep my strokes slow and measured, my other hand working at the fly of my jeans. “What didn’t help?”
“I still went back into that booth wanting you. I can’t stop.” It comes out of me like a confession, like an apology. I’m not sure I’d stop wanting her if I could. I like this feeling too much. Like I’m basking in the sunlight she throws off.
“I can’t either.” She moans and her fingers circle my wrist. “Aiden. Please. I need more.”
“You did say you wanted more than one, didn’t you? Didn’t you?” I pick up the pace of my thumb against her clit, letting myself be sloppy and rough. I twist my hand and slip one finger, then two inside her. Goose bumps erupt along her skin. “Ask me nicely.”
A smile splinters across her face. She drags her arms above her head, stretching herself out for me, giving in to the slow, methodical way I’m working her back up. Her head tilts to the side and she watches me down the length of her body.
“Please, Aiden. Please make me come.”
“Fuck,” I mumble, my elbow collapsing beneath me and my mouth on hers. I wanted her begging, but I don’t think I realized what it would do to me to hear those words slip out of her lush and swollen mouth. I press another finger into her and curl them forward. Her body jolts and then relaxes.
“Good,” I tell her, petting her side. “Look at you. You can take it, can’t you?”
Lucie wraps her arms around my shoulders and nods. I kiss her until I feel her start to tremble, her head thrown back over my couch cushions, her thighs hugging my hand. She smiles when she comes this time, her back arched, a whine caught at the base of her throat.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I mumble into the blush that’s spread down her neck, over her heaving chest. I brush a kiss against the strap of her bra. “You want more?”
She nods, hands inching up under the back of my shirt. She tugs at it until I reach with one hand over my shoulder, grabbing at the middle of it. We’re a mess of fighting hands and twisting material before she wrenches it over my head and throws it in the same direction as her shirt. She licks her lips as she looks at me, her palms smoothing over my chest. She traces the line of the necklace I never take off and affection wars with the lust roaring through my bloodstream. I told her I wear it for good luck and right now it feels like I’m having the best luck. Like every wish I’ve never been brave enough to ask for has come true.
“Do you have any condoms?” she asks quietly.
I nod. An unopened box on the bottom shelf of my medicine cabinet that I bought with a carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream at the corner bodega on a whim two days ago.
I slip my hand from between her legs and trail mindless patterns over her belly. My fingers are still wet with her. I can’t look away. Lucie shifts her legs and taps my side with her knee. “Do you . . . want to go get them?”
I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her skin is already starting to bruise from my attention and I want to take a picture. Print it out and frame it. “Hmm?”
Lucie fists one hand in the back of my hair again and yanks until we’re nose to nose.Fuck.Maybe she’s not the only one who likes it bossy.
“Get the condoms.” She pecks a kiss against my mouth. “Please.”
I roll my way off her and stumble up the steps, Lucie’s husky laugh trailing after me. I almost tear the medicine cabinet off the wall in the bathroom, one of the shelves collapsing in my enthusiasm to grab the condom box. Toothpaste and deodorant and an expired bottle of ibuprofen spill out across the floor like a pharmaceutical piñata, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except getting back to Lucie.
Lucie, who is waiting for me in the middle of the couch fort, her bra discarded behind her, all bare skin and messy hair. I stand on the bottom step, struck dumb at the sight of her.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
She tucks her hair behind her ears and toys with one of the metal hoops around her cartilage. “The bra wasn’t especially sexy.” She winces. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t expecting you.”
Same, I want to say.You came out of nowhere and knocked me flat on my ass.I know she meanstonight, but I mean all those weeks ago. When she came roaring on the phone line breathing fire, accusing me of god knows what. I swallow hard and lower the zipper on my jeans, my eyes not moving from her curves. My cock feels like it’s one stiff breeze away from exploding. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so much.
“You look—” I don’t have the words. I push my jeans over my hips until I’m in just my briefs. Her eyes trail down my body like she’s plotting a course and taking notes. “The bra was plenty sexy.”
It was sexy because it wasLucie. No frills. Wonderfully authentic.
Plus, it goes nicely with the mechanic / tow truck fantasy I’m slowly piecing together in my mind for the next time I need to defile a fundraiser T-shirt.
