27. Theo
“Yes, Theo.”
Thank god Indie wasn’t usually agreeable because her willingness to take my direction in this moment was lethal to my sanity.
Goddamn. She was a work of art on my screen. My greedy eyes couldn’t absorb all the subtle curves and dips of her body fast enough. I was a starving man suddenly presented with the feast of my dreams.
The video call forced me to savor each pixel of skin on my screen. If I were there with her in person, I would descend on her like an animal, having lost the superhuman restraint I’d held on to when I’d been in her bed.
“Put two fingers in your pussy and tell me how wet you are first. Then I want you to show me,” I growled. I wanted to watch her put her hands all over herself, but I needed to know how needy she was first.
Indie lifted her hand that was resting on the bed beside her leg toward her center.
“Ah. Slower. Drag your fingers along your thigh and over your stomach as you go.” The push and pull of my desperation for her had me blurting out directions.
She complied and slowed her movements. Her fingertips brushed over her outer thigh, which I knew from experience felt like silk, and then up to the crease of her hip.
I ripped my gaze from the mesmerizing sweep of her fingers as she dragged them back and forth from her hip bone to the very edge of her pelvis, never dipping down into her folds.
I mimicked the speed of her movement on my cock, making broader strokes from my base to my tip. I watched her eyes follow the motion of my hand and its vise grip on my rock-hard length.
Her breathing sped up as I swiped my thumb over the head of my cock, catching the precome that was beading from my tip. The press of my thumb on my glans as I smoothed the lubricated digit back toward my base had the corner of Indie’s mouth tucking inward as if she was biting the tender skin of her cheek.
Was she holding in a sound? Or stopping herself from saying something? I wanted to find out.
I tested my theory by increasing the speed and strength of my stroke on the next upsweep of my hand. The friction of my rough palm forced another helping of precome to smear over my shaft once more.
The second my thumb made the sweeping motion, Indie’s mouth opened, and a small sound issued from her throat on her exhale.
Good. I want to drive her to the brink of insanity with her pent-up desire. To push her past rational thought where her mind would be filled with images of me, of us, in this moment.
She blinked away the haze of watching me drag out my own pleasure. Her hand moved upward along her rib cage and, further up still, to the underside of her breast .
The pad of her thumb rested briefly under the swell of her breast before she used it to swipe upward, causing her small mound of flesh to bounce with the motion.
“Very naughty, baby. Did I tell you to do that?” My voice sounded hoarse as I pushed the words out.
She didn’t answer me. Instead, Indie brushed her thumb and forefinger against her breast, this time circling the dark pink skin of her areola.
“Rocky…” I groaned. She was so sexy I couldn’t even scold her for breaking our unspoken agreement to let me lead.
For all my years of being proud of my self-discipline, this woman could bat her eyelashes and have me following her into a burning building.
My blood thundered in my veins. The pounding of my pulse thumped so loudly inside me that I could barely hear my own breathing.
“You’re driving me insane.” It was clear to me she had no mercy when she responded to my plea by merely biting her plump bottom lip between her teeth and taking the tight bud of her nipple between her thumb and finger.
Then she pinched her tender skin. Hard.
“Goddamn. Fuck. Jesus.” The curses streamed from my lips as I watched her ripe cherry of a nipple flash white with the rough treatment by her own hand before reddening a deeper shade than before.
I squeezed my cock at its base to hold off my orgasm. There was no way I was coming before she did. I wanted to watch her soak her hand in her own juices and imagine her stroking my cock with them after she came.
“Baby,” I ground out. “Are you going to do what I asked or not? It’s making me crazy not being there to take that poor, abused nipple in my mouth and soothe it.”
The small hitch in her breathing told me I was getting somewhere. I pressed on, keen to get her off now, no longer content to wait after her little show of defiance.
“Maybe that little bratty move made you hotter, hm? Are you ready to show me how wet you are after proving to me that you won’t follow my instructions?”
Her slow nod was accompanied by her other hand coming to her chest to join her other one. She cupped each of her small swells in her hands, rubbing her thumb gently over her nipples now. Indie’s head tilted back slightly, her eyes half-closed, enjoying the sensations she was giving herself.
Or was it my eyes on her that made this so sensual for her? I wanted to watch her do this in person the next time we were together.
“I see how it is. I was stupid to think that you could behave.” Her chin snapped forward, and she narrowed her eyes, looking more like the fierce woman I was used to.
I cut her off as she opened her mouth to speak, as if I hadn’t noticed her wanting to tell me I was wrong. “Instead, you did what you wanted by making a show of your beautiful tits for me. Bad enough to like the little jolt you gave yourself with that pinch?”
My tone lilted up at the end of my statement, transforming it into a question. I was burning inside with what she’d say next. The thing with Indie was that I could never be totally sure what would come out of her mouth.
She stared into the camera lens now, her gaze filled with intense emotion.
“Fuck being good,” she said. With those words a punch to my chest, she dropped her hands from her breasts, leaning her ass further onto her heels .
She took one hand and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers and held them open so I could see the deep pink of her wet folds. I wished there was a close-up feature on this call where I could zoom in to see her clit.
Her other hand came down, and she slipped two fingers along her slit from front to back and back again. A surge of arousal shot through me as she bore down slightly, adding pressure to her motions.
I tightened my grip on my cock, my hand having stopped moving, too captivated just watching her.
Time moved in slow motion as she dragged her fingers forward toward the camera, their wetness shining even a foot away from the camera.
“I wish I was there to taste you.” The words fell from my lips as I increased my strokes on my length. The sparks that ignited low in my spine alerted me to how close I was to coming, but I wanted to watch her fall apart first.
“Me too,” she whispered.
Her words were an electrical current that went straight to my cock. Nothing was as sexy to me as her wanting me in return. I was drowning in my need for her to see how special this was. How we could never reach this peak with anyone else. That the fire between us was once in a lifetime.
“Make yourself come for me. Please, Indie. I need to see it.” I wasn’t above begging at this point, my orgasm cresting beyond the point where I was going to be able to slow it down.
Indie seemed to be in a similar state. She let go of her folds, the voyeuristic show we’d put on for each other giving way to the primal frenzy to sate our needs, and increased the pace of her fingers.
A small moan issued from her mouth as she rocked her hips against the motions of her hands .
“Jesus Christ, Theo. I’m going to come.” Her voice was breathless from exertion.
“Me too, baby,” I ground out. I wanted her to know I was right there with her, every step of the way.
Despite her efforts to keep her eyes on her phone screen, her eyes half closed as the tension in her body reached its peak. Her hips stuttered as her lips parted, letting my name escape on a whisper.
“Theo.”
The sound of her saying my name as her orgasm hit sent me over the edge. My hips punched upward as I fucked my fist to the sight of her body racked with pleasure. Come shot over my fist and onto my abdomen as I wrung out every last drop of pleasure that hummed in my system.
“Goddamn, baby. We need to do that again in your bedroom.” I dropped down onto the hotel pillow and rolled onto my side, ignoring the mess I’d made for the moment.
Indie tipped sideways, letting her body fall onto her own pillow on a laugh.
She haphazardly reached behind her for a bed covering within reach, pulling her duvet over herself. Her body remained partially bare in some particularly tantalizing ways. I could see the lips of her pussy at the juncture of her thighs with her covering only hiding her top leg.
I must have paused with my mouth open, poised to say more, staring too long at her naked flesh. My length twitched as if it was primed for round two. Indie was a clinical strength aphrodisiac.
“See something you like, Theo?” Her orgasm had mellowed her typical snark to a drowsy, teasing-type tone.
“I like everything I see, baby.” Obviously, my postorgasm haze lowered my filter. My words rang with a sincerity that communicated the depth of feelings I was holding back. I could see her expression tighten slightly with what I could guess was wariness.
“Wow. I’m impressed, Theo. We put on a pretty good show.” Indie didn’t acknowledge my statement, letting the subject drop, and chose instead to bring the conversation back to safer territory.
“I never doubted us, Ind. You were definitely the star tonight, though.” There wasn’t a situation where Indie didn’t shine brighter than anyone else in the room.
Her smile softened as she snuggled further into her pillow, looking drowsy.
I glanced at the clock. Fuck. It was nearly 3:30 a.m. in Toronto—no wonder she was fading fast.
“Is Giz in bed?” I asked, not wanting her to venture outside in the dark and cold night by herself.
Indie nodded. “Yeah,” she yawned her reply. “She’s asleep in her bed in the living room. I’m sure she’ll sneak in here any minute to steal my covers, though.” Indie smiled fondly. She loved that little dog.
“Go on a date with me. I’ll be home in two days, and we don’t have practice on Thursday. Let me take you out, for real.” I wanted to end our call with her knowing without a doubt that what just happened meant something. We were not casually hooking up.
I’d been thinking of a way to knock off some experiences on her Indie List throughout these days several days apart.
With her usual fortress of walls slightly lowered in this quiet moment between us, I needed to take my shot.
Indie looked up into the lens of her phone, giving me another soft smile.
“Okay, Theo. Yes.”
Her answer had my heart beating harder than our illicit activities moments before. She was going to give us a chance.