Chapter 20
PAIGE
I’m just getting comfortable in my bed and rolling over onto my side when my phone begins to ring again.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I say under my breath when, once again, Max’s name appears across the screen, but this time he’s gone straight to video call.
Exasperated and curious, I hit the accept button, knowing I’ll regret it.
“What the hell do you want at this time of the night, Max?” I wanted to get an early night as I have court in the morning.
“I told you I wanted to show you something,” he says, sounding breathless, his camera facing away from him in what looks like his bedroom maybe. It’s dark, sultry, glass everywhere, and looks like the standard penthouse apartment I knew he’d have. I almost roll my eyes at his predictability.
“Will you get on with it then? I’m in bed.” I’m annoyed and flustered; us talking like this so late is inappropriate.
As was the drive here today, the way he kissed me on the head, then there was the bath-time call, and let’s not forget The Velvet Rooms. Jesus Christ, we are breaking all the rules.
“I thought you’d never ask.” His camera moves downward, to reveal his feet, toned legs, strong thighs, and then… Oh my fucking God, his fully erect cock that his hand is wrapped around and he’s stroking.
“You’re naked.” I shoot up in bed and rake my hand through my hair in shock.
“I like your hair down.” He ignores the flip-out I’m having, continuing to stroke himself up and down at a leisurely pace. “Wanna have some fun, Bunny?”
“No, I, God that’s so hot… No,” I whisper when he rubs his thumb across the head of his dick. And now, for the first time, I’m seeing it, and it’s even nicer than I imagined. It’s big, not overly long, but he’s thick and smooth. It’s perfect.
“You sure?” His voice turns dark; dangerous, almost. “It’s not like we would be breaking any rules, is it? It’s just a call. You won’t be touching me, because I’m going to fuck myself with my hand while watching you, and you’re going to make yourself come for me.”
As much as I want to tell him to stop, I can’t bring myself to hang up either as a deep ache pulses inside me, the rush of arousal evidence of how turned on I am as he moves the camera closer to the head of his cock. I lick my lips, remembering what he tastes like as precum leaks from his tip.
“Do you have a vibrator, Paige?”
“Yes.” My answer is automatic and flies out my mouth in record time. “No. No. Max. This is wrong.”
I’ve never had phone sex before, and I’m not about to start, but holy shit, this is hot.
“Paige.” My name on his lips sounds more like a warning. “Find your vibrator then take off that sexy little camisole you have on and if you’re wearing panties, or sleep shorts, lose them now.”
My eyes widen, my mind working at one hundred miles an hour, all my sensible reasoning going out of the window when I reach for the handle of the drawer on my nightstand. “I’m wearing a silk negligee; I’m not wearing any panties.” What the hell am I doing?
“Let me see you.” He struggles to get his words out.
“Two seconds.” It’s shameful how quickly I respond, immediately placing my phone face down on the bed so I can remove my negligee. I then lift my vibrator out of the nightstand.
I burst out laughing when I realize my vibrator has a set of little rabbit ears made for my ultimate clit pleasure.
“What are you laughing at?” he asks, his voice strained.
“My vibrator is called a rabbit.” I lift my cell phone off the mattress.
“It sounds perfect. Show me. Show me all of you.”
My nipples pucker, tightening to hard peaks as he strokes himself a bit faster, his groans deep and addictive. I can’t stop watching him.
I know I can put a stop to this, but I don’t want to. Any last remaining sliver of sense and reason flies out the window as my bad girl takes the wheel, and God help me, I want this, crave it, like sin begs for secrecy.
“This is our secret.” I watch with fascination when he bucks his hips, digging his heels into his mattress. “No one ever needs to know, Bunny.”
Well… when he puts it like that… I slide down the bed, peel back the comforter, revealing myself to him, fully, for the first time. The exposure sends a rush through me, sharp and electric… but laced with fear. It’s bold. It’s bare.
“You are fucking beautiful, Paige.”
I lift the camera away from me and move it down my body, my boobs, and pussy, on full view, for his eyes only.
“Switch your vibrator on,” he tells me, his voice raspy and breathless when he continues to fuck himself with his hand. “Then slide it between your pussy lips for me.”
I do as he says. This isn’t like me. I never just obey like this. What the hell am I doing? But the truth hits hard and clear: I’m doing it because I want to. No other reason. Well, there is; it’s because it’s with Max. This madness. My mind knows better, but my body, it won’t listen, it wants him.
My vibrator buzzes when I switch it on and press the button on the second setting, the one I prefer. It’s faster and will make me come quicker, not that it will take much; I’m already wet and ready, needing to come.
I slide the toy between my pussy lips, making sure he can see everything I’m doing. “Oh God, yes,” I pant when the vibrator hits my clit.
“Slide it back and forth for me, Paige,” he moans.
“Will you come for me, Max?” I ask seductively.
“Oh fuck, yeah.”
“I want to come together.” At the club, we came separately, but together will be the ultimate high.
“Then push that vibrator into your sweet pussy.” He spits on the palm of his hand to lube himself up, then he grips himself, moving with smooth, deliberate strokes, knowing I’m captivated by every move he makes.
“I’m imagining my vibrator is your cock,” I tell him.
“My dick is thicker than your vibrator.”
He really is.
“Now fuck yourself for me. And make sure those bunny ears do their job.”
I slide the smooth pink toy inside of me with ease because I’m so wet, and when the rabbit ears cover my already swollen clit, I arch my back off the bed and close my eyes, losing myself in the pleasure.
“Ah, Max,” I cry.
“You better have your eyes open and be watching me.” His strong, bold voice is enough to know I should listen, so I do as I’m told and open my eyes. He pumps himself with growing urgency, and I wish I could touch it.
“Do you know what you do to me?” His groans grow louder.
“No. Tell me,” I beg, panting as the sparks of an oncoming orgasm dance around the edges of my thighs and deep in my core.
“You make me so hard for you. I want to lick your pussy as if my life depends on it.” His strokes get faster still. “I want you to sit on my face while I fuck you with my tongue.” He rubs his thumb over the glistening tip of his cock. “Feasting on you as you come all over my lips.”
“I’m so wet for you.” My mouth hangs open when I push the toy further into my body. It’s a pleasurable stretch as I imagine it’s him sliding in and out of me.
My back arches when the little ears vibrate harder against my clit.
I watch his hand glide back and forth as I imagine the head of his cock down my throat. He tugs faster again, making a slapping sound against his heavy balls, and I can’t take it anymore. “I want to taste you,” I pant out.
“You want me to fuck your mouth and come down your throat again?”
“Yes.” I love his dirty talk.
“Would you like me to lick your pussy? And use my tongue to fuck you?”
“Uh, yeah, please.” I squirm under the weight of his words. “I want you to do that.”
“And I want to fuck you so hard, I will ruin you for any other man,” he growls. “You are fucking mine.”
This man is fucking filthy, with a body made for sin, and in this moment, I don’t care about who we work for, what this means for us or even the consequences as I chase my release. I just want him.
“I’m going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. You hear me? It’s all mine.”
His words are my undoing. The turbulence of our passion reaches its peak. “Oh please, now, Max, yes,” I cry out. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, Bunny. I want to hear you say my name.”
With his name on my lips, I come. So hard.
Body jerking, curling my toes into the bed, I hold my breath as pleasure rips through my body, making me feel dizzy.
He calls out my name. My eyes are locked on the screen, watching him as he shoots his load all over his hand and rock-hard abs.
I want to lick him, taste him, and touch him. This is torture of the worst kind.
My breaths come out in rapid, shaky stutters, moaning as the life-changing orgasm cascades, vibrating in waves across my skin, deep in my core, and all through my body.
I’ve never come so hard before. My skin feels alive, electric, tingling with pleasure.
“Paige.” He draws out my name in a worshipful tone, stroking himself much slower now.
For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of our soft breaths as we slowly come down together.
Eventually, he breaks our silence. “Give me a minute while I clean up.”
I’m left staring at a black screen, unable to comprehend what just happened between us.
I slowly remove the toy from my body, switch it off and lay it on top of the bedsheets.
I chuckle to myself while waiting for him to come back. Holy shit. I’ve never done anything like that before. I might want more. That’s a lie; I do want more.
Faint footsteps and shuffles alert me to Max’s return. Swiftly he flips his camera to face him and time seems to pause, my stomach doing back flips with nervous excitement. Lying on his side now, he grins at me, giving me a glimpse of his ripped torso and handsome face.
I should feel embarrassed but I’m not, I’m here for every moment. It’s the kind of wrong that feels too right to run away from: I couldn’t walk away even if I tried.
I mirror his position and rest my free hand under my cheek, holding my phone in front of my face. “That was… unexpected.” I struggle to hide the blush that’s spreading up my neck.
His expression is all heat and sin, his mouth turned up in a smile that’s full of mischief. It’s pure trouble and full of danger and his look says he knew I couldn’t resist him.
“I liked that.” I look at my dopey eyes, my face slightly dazed on the camera screen.
“I fucking loved it. I love watching you come and hearing you say my name. You’re so beautiful.” He reaches out to the screen as if he’s trying to touch my skin. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“We can’t do that again.” My blissful state dissipates when I bring us back to the reality of our situation.
He chooses to ignore my concerns when he shoots me a playful grin. “You’re wrong about that.”
“I’m not. This was a once in a lifetime, never to be repeated event.”
“You said that when you were in the tub earlier about The Velvet Rooms too, but that didn’t stop you fucking yourself with your vibrator for me.”
He’s right, I’m not good at standing my ground when it comes to him anymore. “God, you’re annoying.”
“So you keep telling me.” He winks at me, and it makes him look even more sinful. “But you like me, just admit it.” His blue-gray eyes challenge me to tell the truth.
“No.”
“You can keep denying it, but the way your body reacts to me and the way you said my name when you came tells me otherwise, Bunny.”
“Oh, fuck off with the bunny thing.” I sound madder than I am, because I’m not mad. I feel better than I have done in weeks. Satisfied.
“Thanks for tonight, you’re such a good little bunny. We are doing that again,” he says with authority, smiling like the devious bastard he is.
“I’m not picking up the next time. This stops now.” I sound less than convincing because I want to do it again.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he counters.
I want to, but…
“You know you want to. Night, Paige.” He hangs up, leaving me staring at my cell phone.
He’s planning something.
For a change, I’m on the back foot while he’s scheming away in the background.
Shit, what door did I just open?
The door to hell, and for some stupid reason, I willingly walked right through it.