Page 38 of Tempt
“It’s just a phone call. What could be wrong about that?”
“I don’t know.”
“I guess it might be considered wrong if I asked what you were wearing.”
My lower lip fell open. Heat bloomed in my nether regions.
“But tell me anyway,” he said. “And then take it all off.”
I sucked in my breath again. Then I sat up, whipped off my cotton top, and lay back again before wriggling out of my flannel bottoms and panties. “I was wearing very cute red and white pajamas,” I told him. “But now I’m naked.”
“Good girl.”
I shivered and pulled the covers up again. “What about you? What are you wearing?”
“Black pants with a drawstring waist.”
I pictured him lying there in a dark room, chest bare, pants low on his hips. “Untie the string.”
“I’m way ahead of you.”
I flattened a palm on my stomach. “How far ahead?”
“Far enough that I’ve got my cock in my hand, and every word you say is making it harder.”
Oh, fuck. I glanced at the toy next to me. “What are you thinking about?” I asked breathlessly.
“Your body. Your mouth. Your eyes. The taste of your pussy on my tongue.”
“God, I love your tongue,” I whimpered, sliding my hand between my legs.
“I wish I was fucking you with it right now.” His breathing was louder. Faster.
“Let’s pretend,” I whispered, moving my fingertips over my clit.
“I forgot what a bad girl you are,” he said, like it delighted him. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet from the stroke of my tongue?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now suck your fingers.”
I brought my fingers to my mouth, brushed them over my lips, then sucked them, being sure to make a little noise about it.
He groaned. “God, I wish that mouth was on my cock.”
“Me too,” I whispered. “I didn’t get to do it that night.”
“Put your fingers between your legs again,” he ordered. “Put them inside you, as deep as you can reach, then rub your clit.”
I did what he asked, eyes closed, thighs open. “Zach. It feels so good.”
“I want you to come for me,” he said in that tone I’d been fantasizing about all week, the one that saidthere will be no refusal. “Don’t stop until it happens.”
Oh God, oh God...I willed myself not to think as I worked my body into a frenzy. I focused on everything outside my head—the tension building between my legs, his breathing growing ragged in my ear, the silvery darkness behind my eyelids. I let the memory of his tongue and his hands and his body on mine work as hard as my fingers, and in no time at all, I was gasping and sighing and lifting my hips as the waves crashed through me.
