Chapter 8 Matthew
MATTHEW
The sharp inhale of breath, the quiver in her voice, and the soft sighs she’s been feeding me through the phone make my cock ache. It doesn’t matter that I’ve got my hand wrapped around my length or that precum is leaking so much it’s giving me the lubrication I need to easily slide up and down.
“Matthew,” my name tumbles off Letty’s lips as if she were praying to her god.
“Like the way you say my name, kitten. Especially when you’re so close to petting your pretty pussy. Tell me, how do you usually get off?” After she admitted that nobody’s been inside her, seen her, or watched her, I knew this experience would be one I’d make as memorable as possible.
“With two fingers, slowly working my clit until I can’t stand it anymore.
My thighs press together, holding my hand hostage even when the sensation becomes too much.
” Fuck, I’m kicking myself in the ass for leaving Twisted Oak when I did.
Never in a million years would I have ever thought she’d pick up the phone and fuck her fingers while I work my cock in tandem with her ministrations.
“Do that for me. Let me hear each delicious purr as your clit pulses against the tip of your fingers.” Letty doesn’t say a word.
Instead, her breathing becomes heavier, and the lapping of water with each movement she makes has me more than ready to blow my load well before I’m ready.
I pinch the tip of my dick, staving off the close call I’m inching toward.
My balls are already drawn tight, my muscles locked, and I have to grit my teeth from demanding more out of the woman who’s wedged herself into my heart.
“Christ, kitten, the noises you’re making…
You’ve got me harder than I’ve ever been before.
” I quit holding myself, picking up the pace because there’s no fucking way she's going to come by herself.
“Harder than when you were in the shower?” Fuck, of course, she’d ask that.
“Hell yeah. I didn’t get to see or hear you then. At least now I get your moans, my name, and while I’d rather this happened in the flesh, this will hold me over, for now.”
It’s not a threat.
It’s a goddamn guarantee.
“It was hot, watching you when I shouldn’t have. Listening to you as you said my name,” she says with a whimper.
“I’d much rather you join me. You ready for more?” I’m more than ready to push her boundaries.
“If I do much more, I’ll come.” She’s going to do that, and soon, but first, we’re going to make it even better.
“Not yet, you’re not. I want you delirious with need, ready to scream my name and beg for me.” My thumb slides over the head of my cock, gathering the moisture to glide along my length, and I grip myself tighter.
“Matthew, I’m so close.” If I don’t move this along, she’ll be done before I know it. Given the time, plus her work schedule, I doubt very seriously she’ll be ready to go again.
“Slip a finger inside your pussy for me, kitten.” My hips lift up, and I start fucking myself into my fist, twisting my wrist each time I move my hand downward.
“I… I… I’ve never done that before,” she stutters in not only her words but with her ministrations. I know we both stop for a moment.
“It’s up to you how far we take this, Letty. I’ll take you any way I can have you.”
“I’ve never wanted to, until now.” My head sinks back into the chair I’m sitting in, eyes closing as my breathing turns harsher with every passing minute.
“Fuck me, the minute I get you beneath me, my tongue is going to lick every ounce of wetness from you, and when you’re digging your heels into my back, I’ll wrap my mouth around your clit.
You’ll be so close to coming by then that once I slide a finger inside you, you’ll explode on a dime.
” I bet she’s tight as fuck, and her fingers are a hell of a lot smaller than mine.
“Oh god, this feels…” She trails off for a moment, and I’m immediately thrown into the fantasy. My shoulders would be wedged between her spread thighs, opening her as wide as I can, only pulling away from using my mouth so I can watch as she takes one finger.
“How does it feel, kitten?” I mutter, so close to tipping over the edge and coming like a pubescent teenage boy trying to slip a condom on the first time he does anything with a girl.
“So good, snug, and I’ve barely reached my second knuckle.” I groan, wishing like hell it were my finger inside her.
“Use your other hand to work your clit. Slide your fingers up and down for me. I’m right there with you, it’s me working your pretty pussy, your hands clawing at my head, heels digging in, body shaking, making my cock ache to take you fast and hard.
I won’t, though, not the first time. I’ll make it last, allow you to adjust to me inch by inch, only going further once you plead for more.
Fuck, kitten, the thought of sinking inside you, your skin against mine, your breath on my lips—” I’m interrupted in finishing everything I’m more than ready to do when I hear her.
The water is sloshing more now than before, probably flinging over the side of the edge, saturating the floor and making a mess she’ll have to clean up.
Hopefully, Letty isn’t too upset about that once she’s ready to get out of the tub.
“Matthew. God. I’m right there.” Yeah, and so am I.
“Not Matthew. Damn sure not god, kitten. Daddy.” I wait for her response, pushing well beyond the envelope.
“Daddy,” she whispers on a long sigh as she comes.
“Fuck yeah, kitten. I’m coming right along with you.
” My cock pulses, the head turning a deeper red, and I watch as spurt after spurt coats my hand, stomach, and thighs.
It will be fun explaining to the dry cleaner what the white substance is that is staining my dress pants. So fucking worth it, though.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before in my life.” There’s a drunk fuck to her tone, doing nothing to calm down the haze of need I have for Letty.
“Same, but imagine us together, kitten.” I don’t bother cleaning myself up. There’s no point. My clothes are ruined, and I’ll need a shower. And there are still a couple of more files to look at before I turn in for the night.
“That might kill me.” Letty stays quiet for a moment, a bit longer than I’d like after what we just did together.
Waiting her out is damn near excruciating, yet I do.
“Um… has anyone ever told you you’re bossy?
” My laugh echoes through the room in my penthouse apartment, reminding me yet again that I’m alone when I could have Letty here with me.
“Yeah, kitten. Just about everyone I know, but I have a feeling you like my kind of bossy.” I lower my voice when I hear her moan. I’m noting it happens every time I use the pet name I gave her, and then there’s how she detonated when the word daddy left my lips.
“I still don’t know if I should be doing this. I can’t risk my job with Ophelia, and I’m not even going to touch on the subject of the massive tip you left me.” She ignores my statement and dives into another problem that isn’t really one to begin with.
“Your job isn’t going anywhere, Letty. And the tip is what I’d leave at any establishment with good food and better service.
” I should have grabbed a drink before calling her, it’d sure help after the sweat that just poured from my body.
“A few of us had to work our way through college. The service industry isn’t for the weak. We all try to help out where we can.”
“How do you know Ophelia won’t fire me? You can’t know that.
And my rent is going up, and life keeps kicking my ass.
” I hear the slap of flesh against flesh.
“I’ve already said too much. Please ignore my rambling.
I tend to do that at times.” Funny, since she’s never once let her guard down enough to do that before.
Sure, I get some pieces of her, like the looks she sends my way when she doesn’t know I’m looking.
Then there’s the extra sway to her hips, whether she knows what she’s doing is yet to be determined.
Plus the way she says my name. It’s soft, sweet, with a tinge of longing.
“Anytime you want to talk, I’m here. Now, finish your bath, and while you do so, think about me.” The last thing I want is to get off the phone. I’d prolong the conversation, but I can tell Letty needs time to process tonight.
“Easier said than done. This isn’t when you expect me to say yes, sir, is it?” She’s more relaxed now. Hopefully, I can teach her to learn to let someone else take control.
“Kitten, I think you know what I prefer, and that’s yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I don’t have to prompt her, which makes it all the sweeter.
“Christ, Letty. I’m never going to get off this phone now.
” She’s on speaker, and since I don’t see any sign of us hanging up, I go about stripping out of my clothes, allowing my shirt to fall to the floor, kicking off my loafers before bending at the waist to get rid of my socks.
I grab the items and my phone, taking Letty with me into the massive walk-in closet that sits half-empty to discard what I have in my hand and to finish undressing.
“Yeah, well, tell that to my nearly cold water. And I still have a glass of wine to finish, plus wash my hair.” What we did tonight will be happening again, and I’ve got the perfect bathroom to do it in.
“You gonna be okay to not fall asleep while soaking?” She could very well let some water out and add to it.
“I think I’ll just use the shower. I’m not sure I’ll last in a bathtub tonight. It’s a good thing my roommates are gone all weekend.” I’m wondering how I can finagle a night alone with her, especially with the information she just shared.
“Good, are you working tomorrow or today?” I check the clock on my nightstand. We’ve been on the phone for a while now, and the time is proof of that. “I guess I should clarify. Today as in Saturday or tomorrow as in Sunday.”
“Yes to Saturday, no to Sunday. It’s my one day off a week, and the amount of chores I need to get down is piling up.” I’d be an asshole to suggest spending time with me, then. Fuck, now I’m going to have to figure out how to play this.
“I’ll let you get to it.” Tomorrow, I’ve got a few things of my own to take care of. Maybe that’ll keep my mind occupied. And with any luck, I won’t become Jude. I’ve gotten Letty somewhat out of her shell. If I become a crazed stalker, she might shy away again, and that’s the last thing I want.
“Okay, I’ll see you soon?” Letty words it more as a question than a statement, giving me the sign that I’m not the only one who wants to meet face to face.
“Yeah, you will. Sleep tight, kitten.”
“Good night, Daddy.” My dick more than likes that, and it looks like I’ll be taking care of myself yet again tonight.
“Christ, I like that. Good night,” I reply, waiting to hear the click of the line before I hang up. When Letty finally does, I do the same, dropping the phone on the dresser in the middle of the closet.
The buzzing stops me from getting too deep in thought, and imagine my surprise when it’s Letty.
Kitten: Thank you for tonight <3
Me: Kitten, I should be the one thanking you. Soon, Letty, there won’t be miles between us. It’ll be you and me, and nothing else.
I wait for her to respond, but when she doesn’t, I move toward the bathroom, more than ready to call it a night. Tomorrow, I’ll deal with work. Tonight, I’m going to fall asleep with thoughts of Letty and one day soon having her beside me in my bed.