Page 81 of Troublemaker: The Big Picture Edition

I do just that, but I can’t help saying, “I thought you said it’s not your job to tell people what to do.”

“It’s my job to make you come, Emilia. And it’s your job to do as I say right now.”

“Roger that.”

Easiest job in the world, even when I’m at my parents’ house.

“Did I tell you to use your whole hand?”

I look down at the screen. He can’t even see my hand down there. “How could you tell?”

“I can tell.”

“I need to use my whole hand. I need the pressure.”

“And I think your clit needs to be teased a little more. Smooth the palm of your hand over your nipple. Very lightly. You like how that feels?”

“Yeah.”

“I like watching you do that. God, I want to kiss you there. I want you to think about the tip of my tongue gliding over your nipple. Can you feel that?”

It feels so good. My body jerks and I moan. “Alex…”

I can hear him trying to control his breathing. He wants to come, and I want to come, and this is absolute torture.

“You can rub your clit with your hand now. Slow circles. Lots of pressure.”

I shudder. I want to open my eyes and watch him, but I can’t. All I can do is make slow circles with my hand. Lots of pressure. I whisper his name again, trembling. My body begins to undulate.

“That’s my girl,” he says. His voice is so deep. I can hear him fisting himself now, harder and faster. “Now slide your fingers inside. Two of them. In and out. Use your other hand to massage your clit.”

I’m breathing so hard and fast. Everything is rising and falling and swaying to the sound of his voice and the picture of him in my mind.

“Stick your fingers all the way in and then curl them toward me.”

“Huh?”

I do what he says and clench up around my fingers and Oh. God. Oh God oh God oh God.

A slow-motion explosion of tingles and warmth and deep, electrifying pleasure.

I’m vaguely aware of Alex making that sound, that gorgeous sound, but oh so quietly.

Is he really not here?

I feel so close to him, surrounded by him. I just wish I could feel the weight of his body on mine. The slick warmth of his skin, the hairs on his chest. His tensed-up legs against mine, toes curling. Exhaling into my ear.

How can I still miss him so much when we just came together online?

I slowly remove my wet, wet hands from my panties and open my eyes, returning to the room.

Alex’s eyes are still closed, his head tilted forward.

I want to kiss those eyelids.

I want to kiss that mouth.

He raises his head and looks at the camera, one corner of his mouth curling upwards.