Page 53 of The Upside of Falling
“In my mind it’s fucking sinful.”
We stare at each other, the sexual tension becoming more and more intense. But the distance between us causes a problem. I should have invited him over tonight. Then again, I have plans for tomorrow and they didn’t involve Colby being at my place.
But . . .
He’s shirtless and beautiful right now, and all I want to do is rock my humming body against his, feel his strong hands pin me into place, and get off as his cock penetrates me with deep, long thrusts.
God, I want him, and badly.
“I want you, Colby.”
Eyes shut, a groan escaping past his lips, he says, “I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“Let me see.” The words slip past my lips before I can stop them.
He doesn’t say anything, but he angles the phone to where I can see a defined outline of his erection against the white sheets of his bed. My mouth goes dry, my stomach bottoms out, and the apex between my thighs becomes increasingly wet with every second of his arousal I take in.
I want my hands on him, stroking him, watching how my touch affects him, how turned on I can make him, and how I can bring him to the brink of orgasm with just my tongue.
“Stroke yourself,” I say as I push down my leggings with my spare hand, my feet doing the rest of the work, tearing them off my legs.
“I’m not doing this for the first time over the phone, Rory.” He’s stern, but he’s in pain from the way his jaw clenches and he speaks through his teeth.
Angling the phone again, I show him the rest of my body, my red thong that matches my bra in plain view, my legs rubbing together, my center so wet with need that I move my hand to the top of my thong, my fingers playing with the hem.
“Please, Colby.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Fucking hell, Rory. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He shakes his head. “Not like this. I refuse to come on my stomach when I can come inside you.”
My breath hitches in my chest. My fingers find their way under my thong, slipping past into my slit, where I spread my legs and let my fingers glide over my clit. “Oh God,” I moan.
“Damn it, Rory,” he breathes.
I don’t stop.Can’t stop.I continue to my move my fingers up and down. I prop the phone on my nightstand so he can view my hand between my legs, my chest rising and falling, my face angled toward the phone so he can see how good it feels to have him watching me.
“Rory . . .”
“God, yes. Say my name again.” I slip my fingers inside me, arching off the bed, my thumb rubbing over my clit. “Talk to me Colby, let me hear you.”
“Jesus Christ. Rory, stop.” I don’t. I keep moving, spreading my legs even wider, my other hand going inside my bra where I pinch my nipple, rolling it between my fingers, the sensation shooting straight to my center. “Fuck . . .” He pauses and then says, “Pinch your nipple harder.”
Oh God, yes.
This is what I need, to hear Colby’s voice telling me how he wants me to pleasure myself. I want the real thing—I want him—but I know this is the best I’m going to get right now.
“Stop moving your hand. Keep your fingers inside of you, but don’t move them.” I do as he says. “Two fingers, Rory.” I squeeze my eyes shut and slip another finger inside.
“So . . . full.”
“Good, because I’m going to feel even wider when I’m inside of you. Get used to it.”
My mouth falls open, my nipples pucker, and my lungs constrict, begging for air.
“Don’t fucking move, do you hear me, Rory?”
“Yes.” I bite my bottom lip, so turned on, my pussy pulsing around me, the need to rub my clit beyond overwhelming.
“Move your other hand down your stomach with the tips of your fingers. When you reach your thong, drag them up to your bra and circle your nipple over that sinful red lace.”
