Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
G RANT
Fuck. Me.
My cock’s hard, and I’m aching to run my hand over it for some relief. I’m exercising every last drop of self-control I have. My teeth are biting into my lower lip while I decide if I let myself have this with her. I want it, but there’s no going back if I do. It’s one thing for me to look at her pictures and tease her over text. Another thing to be telling her how I’d fuck her if she gave me free rein—confessing fantasies I’ve imagined her in a dozen times in the last week.
“This is a bad idea. Us doing this.”
“We’re already doing this. You’re already talking to me in the middle of the night. Looking at nude photos of me on your phone and imagining what I’d taste like. It’s too late to go back now. So tell me—” There’s a pause and rustling on her end of the phone before she speaks again. “Tell me what you’d do.”
“What are you doing?”
“Taking my panties off. They’re getting wet,” she muses. Her tone is teasing and sweet. One I rarely ever hear, let alone directed at me.
“Hartfield… Fuck…” I plead with her for mercy even though I know it’s hopeless. She’s ruthless when she sets her mind on something.
“Don’t. Call me the nickname. You might hate them, but I like them. I like that you have one for me,” she says so sincerely with a tone so tender. I’m imagining her spread out in front of me, naked and looking up at me like she wants me.
She’s good at this. So fucking good at this. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before, how easily she can just wrap you around her little finger and make you do what she wants.
“We can’t do this, Hellfire.” I slip my hand under the elastic and run my hand over my cock. I have to suppress the groan of relief. I need it to be her sassy fucking mouth, but I’d settle for anything right now.
“Tell me you’re not getting hard just thinking about it, and we’ll get off the phone and go to sleep like it never happened.”
“You know I’m an excellent fucking liar. I do it for a living.”
“So then lie to me and tell me you’re not touching yourself right now.”
“Fuck… I can’t…” I give my greedy cock another pass, trying to sate the need to be deep inside her.
“Tell me how you’d use me then. You’ve already torn my panties off. Now what?”
“I’d ball them up and stuff them in your mouth so you wouldn’t say something to make me feel like I have to bust someone else’s face in. I’d need to concentrate if I’m kidnapping you. Fuck knows you won’t make it easy. ”
She laughs softly through the phone, and the sound of it zips down my spine. Arguing with her has always given me a rush, like a shot of fucking adrenaline to my system. But this new thing we have where I make her laugh—amuse her? That’s something else. Something I might be addicted to already.
“You can assume I’ll try to be good for you in this particular instance.”
“Then I’d grab the back of your neck and bend you over the table. Nudge your knees apart and spread you wide. You’d fight me for control like you always do when we dance, trying to take the lead even when you know your body wants to follow.”
“I’d be desperate to have you inside me, and you’d be taking your time lecturing me.”
“I know, Hellfire. You’d be grinding that ass up against me while I try to pin you down with one hand and undo my pants with the other. I’d have to take my belt off first and tie your hands behind your back so you’d have less leverage.”
She doesn’t answer me this time. There’s just a soft whimper through the phone.
“How wet are you?”
“Soaking. I’m getting one of my toys. I want it to feel like it’s you.”
Fuck. I stroke my cock in a steady rhythm, just enough to build the need but not take me there too quickly. I want this to last. I want to hear her fall apart when I come.
“Use the blue one.”
“You paid attention.”
“Hard to forget.”
“The blue one it is.” I hear her walking through her bedroom back to her bed and the low hum in the background when she turns it on.
“Keep it on low and put it in nice and slow. Tease that clit of yours for me. ”
“Yes, Daddy.” She murmurs the words more than speaks them, a little hitch in her breath as she slides it in.
I might be losing my hate for her arsenal of nicknames. I have to force myself to slow my own pace, too caught up in her sounds. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I lean my head back against the pillow. I’m picturing her in front of me, wet and wanting, bent over and waiting for me.
“Fuck it’s so good,” she curses. “I bet you look sexy as hell with your hand wrapped around your cock. Tell me it is.”
“It is.” I nearly choke on my answer and clear my throat. I’ll lose it if she keeps talking. “But remember you have panties in your mouth, yeah? I don’t want to hear anything but moans and whimpers out of you unless I ask. Got it?”
“Mhmm,” she responds eagerly.
“Where were we?” I’m honestly trying to remember because she has my head on a full fucking spin right now. Hearing the sound of her vibrator humming and how slick it is as she uses it is distracting whatever focus I have left. “Oh right, you were bent over, and I was testing to make sure you were wet for me. Fucking dripping it sounds like.”
She curses under her breath, and I can tell she wants more.
“Turn it up. One setting. That’s it.”
A soft murmur of agreement comes from the other end of the line, and I give myself a little extra squeeze at the tip as precum leaks out. I’m out of fucking practice. It’s been way too long since I’ve had regular sex, and almost as long since I’ve had any. Work has taken too much out of me the last year. Horsemen business keeping me up at all hours when the bar opening hasn’t. All the family drama and the wedding. I forgot how fucking good it feels to just give in to something I want—someone I want.
“So wet and ready, I don’t even need to tease you, do I? You just want me deep, in and out of that tight little cunt at the perfect angle, while I wrap my hand around your throat and tell you how good you feel. Spreading wider for me so I can take you deep. Fuck.” I curse and lose my train of thought as I can feel the tension building up my spine and back down into my balls.
She starts to whimper on the other end of the line.
“What do you need?”
“Please tell me I can come. I’ll be so good for you,” she begs.
“If I let you come, I want pictures of your spent little body sprawled on the bed and you tasting yourself off your fingers since I can’t do it for you.”
“Yes. Anything you want,” she agrees.
It’s a sobering plea. One that reminds me I have to be careful with her.
“Come for me. I want to hear you though.”
“Yes. Okay.” She gives in immediately. “Oh my god. It’s so fucking good. I’m almost there…” She’s a mess of whimpers and moans then. Her breathing is stuttered until she finally gasps for air. “Oh fuck. Fucking hell… I can’t…” Her voice fades, and I hear the vibrator grow louder and the sounds of her wetness as she fucks herself with it beyond her murmured curses.
“That’s it. Fuck yourself for me like a good girl. Fuck… the way you sound, Hellfire.”
“Oh fuck,” she murmurs, and then I can hear her coming clearly by the way her breathing changes and the soft begging sounds she makes, pleading for the end of her torture.
I let go then, giving myself permission to come while I can still hear how good she sounds. It doesn’t take much; I’m so close from listening to her that I careen over the edge a few moments later. Hot streams lash across my abdomen and over my hand. The phone falls to the side as I curse and groan through the last of it. Wishing it was her here with me .
“Fucking hell.” I wipe my hand on my sweats.
They were headed for the laundry anyway, and I might need another shower. One I’ll need to take quickly because between the exhaustion and the way this orgasm zaps the will from my body to do anything but lie here, I’m in danger of just collapsing in there. I pick the phone back up when I hear her say my name.
“You still there?” she asks.
“I’m still here. Dropped the phone.” I realize I don’t know what else to say.
I said what I meant. Things I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since we went racing across the line in the sand between us. I don’t want to take it back, but I’m also not keen to say anything to fuck it up. The clarity of her orgasm might make the chances she bites rise again.
“That was… different,” she says softly.
“No regrets confessing your secrets to your mortal enemy?” I joke, hoping it puts us closer to our usual footing.
“No. I’d do it again. Anytime.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Watch what you offer up. I’ll take until there’s nothing left,” I warn her. She has to know, even as strong and capable as she is, that I’m not good for her. Not good for anyone. At least not as anything but a bulwark against people worse than me. As dark as my heart might be, there are plenty out there that are merely voids.
“I don’t hate the idea of that.” There’s a hint of trepidation in her tone.
“Then you need sleep. And so do I. Get some.”
“After that, it’s going to be easy.” The amusement returns to her voice.
“Goodnight, Hellfire.”
“Night, Devil.”
I kill the call, and my head falls back on the pillow. I can’t decide if I’ve lost my mind or if I’m a fucking genius for getting myself into this situation. I’ll have to decide that when my brain is functioning again, but at least I’ll sleep well tonight knowing for once I made her curse for the right reasons.