12. Matty
Chapter 12
Matty
M Y HEAD IS spinning. All I can think is that I want more of her. God, her kisses. The way she just melted into me and let me completely take over. It was addictive.
I flop onto the couch, nowhere near tired despite the hour. And maybe I should leave her alone for the night, but I can’t stop myself.
James
It’s only been half an hour, but I want to see you again.
Her response is almost immediate.
Me, too.
It’s not just me. Thank God for that.
James
Apparently we’ve unlocked a video option, though.
Seriously?
Look in the upper right-hand corner. Click Options.
Holy shit.
My thoughts exactly.
Are you home? I’m home.
Crap maybe I shouldn’t have told you that.
Killer hops onto the couch next to me, and I scratch his head before typing back.
Why, you afraid I’ll use the timing to figure out where you live?
I live in Lucky.
I stare at the screen in disbelief, my thoughts whirring. She lives here ? How do I not know who she is?
Could she be Goldie?
No. No way. The woman tonight looked nothing like her. Sounded nothing like her. Wasn’t her.
Right?
God, but what if it was?
I shake my head and focus on Dawn. Dawn. Dawn, Dawn, Dawn.
Wait. Really?
Really.
This is big, Dawn.
I live in Lucky, too.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Anyway, yes, I’m home. Let my dogs out to do their business and now I’m relaxing.
What are you wearing?
My dick twitches. All it takes are four little words, and apparently, I’m all the way in. Before I can answer, she’s typing again.
You kissed me in a darkened room, James. Don’t get shy on me now.
I don’t think shy is the issue.
James
Are we really doing this?
It takes her a solid minute to answer, but I’m patient. Or terrified. Either way.
Yes.
Good. I think.
So tell me. What are you wearing?
I shift and stretch out on the couch, which Killer is not a fan of. “Sorry, buddy,” I tell him. “You’d understand if you were, you know, human.” I turn back to my phone to answer Dawn.
I’ve not changed. I’m still in my suit. But I did take my boots off. You?
I’m in pajamas.
I let my head fall back and groan. Of course she is. I reach for every bit of bravery I have and type.
Tell me what they look like.
They’re white with blue pinstripes. Button-down top.
I want to see them. Not as a picture.
“Come on, go for the video,” I whisper to my phone.
You want to get on video?
“Yes!” I punch the air.
Yes.
No faces, though?
Frankly, I don’t give a shit anymore. I am way too interested in this girl.
Your call.
No faces.
Okay.
Can you give me, like, five minutes?
I have no idea what she needs five minutes for, but whatever she wants.
Of course. Just hit the button when you’re ready.
Then it hits me. And I jump up to make sure I’m, you know, decent.
After the fastest manscaping in the history of manscaping, I’ve shut my bedroom door to keep the dogs and cats out and turned on the bedside light. I look at my bed, grateful I make it on the regular, and position the pillows against the headboard. My phone lights up with the video, so I launch myself onto the bed, shake off the nerves, and lean back against the pillows. I make sure the camera isn’t pointing at my face.
“Hey,” I answer. Then I croak, “Holy fuck.”
She laughs. “So it was worth the five minute wait?”
“I’m staring at the most perfect pair of tits in the world, Dawn. It was absolutely worth the wait.” It’s clear she’s wearing no bra, and they hang heavy behind a button-down that’s a few shades away from sheer. If I stare hard—and I promise I am staring really hard —I can almost see her nipples. “Fuck,” I breathe. “That’s not fair.”
“Unbutton your shirt.” Her command is soft, tentative.
I sit up a little straighter. “Happy to.” I look around. “Hang on, though—I need to figure out how to prop the phone up. Enjoy the view of my ceiling for a second.”
Her answering laugh hits me in the chest as I toss the phone and look around for something to use. After a few moments of consideration, I grab the stack of romance books on my nightstand, then sit back on the bed with my legs spread in a V. I put the books between them. “Close your eyes a sec,” I tell her, then position the phone so that my face isn’t on screen. “Okay, open.”
“Your shirt is still buttoned.”
I grin. “I know.” Then, thanking my lucky stars that I’ve read so many romance novels, I bring my hands on screen. I untuck the shirt first, then start with the button on top and unbutton slowly. “If I’d known a striptease was on the agenda for tonight, I’d have put an undershirt on,” I tease.
She’s quiet on the other end, but the view shifts just slightly, and I know she’s still there.
“More?” I ask once I have the top three buttons undone. It’s enough to where she can see a sliver of skin, but with the dim lighting in the room and the shadows of the fabric, she’s not getting much just yet.
This is fun .
“More.” Her voice is a whisper.
“Yes, ma’am.” I move my hands to the next button, then the next, and the next. “All done,” I say, but I make no move to do anything else.
She makes a noise of protest.
“Something wrong?” I ask, amused.
“Take it off,” she whines.
I let my hands hover over the edges of the shirt. “I bet you can do better than that.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out, her breasts rising and falling as she does. I lick my lips, nearly able to taste the silk of her skin. “Take your shirt off, James.” This time, her voice is authoritative.
“There we go.” I peel the shirt off, and I don’t miss the tiny moan she makes in response.
And I have never, so help me never, been more grateful for the time I spend wrangling farm animals and at the gym than I am right now. I decide to push more.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you again?”
She shifts on her bed.
“How much I’d love to take one of those perfect breasts in my mouth?”
“Oh my God,” she breathes, squirming.
I unbutton my pants. Then I unzip them.
“James.” Her voice is wondrous.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“How far are you willing to let me go, Dawn?”
She heaves a breath. “I—I don’t know.”
Slowly, I slide the tips of my fingers into my boxer briefs. “Is this good?”
She leans back against her pillows and raises her shirt, revealing a mouthwatering strip of golden skin.
I’m immediately hard. “Will you touch yourself for me?”
“You—you sound like you’ve done this before.”
“Not even remotely. But I read.”
Her hand rests at the waistband of her sleep shorts. “What do you read?”
“Romance.”
“Really?”
“Really,” I confirm. And God bless those authors. Otherwise, I’d have no idea how to do this.
“So, what would happen next if this was a romance book?”
“That’s the beauty of romance books, Dawn. It’s up to you.”
Her fingers twitch. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” I start, then push my fingers into my briefs a little more, “that we go at your pace. We do what you want, no more, no less. We stop when you want.” I pause. “Is that what you want? To stop?”
“No!” She nearly yells it, and it makes me laugh. “I mean, no. I just—this is new for me.”
“Tell me what you want to do.”
“I don’t know,” she answers softly. “Can I…”
“Can you what?” I urge.
She laughs nervously. “God, you can’t even see my face, and I’m still so tongue-tied. Which is funny, because I thought I was a lot more, I don’t know, into this. And I am, but I—” She moves her hands up, and when she speaks, it’s muffled. “I want to watch you.”
“You do? Naughty girl,” I tease.
“See?” she groans into her hands. “You don’t have to.”
My answer is immediate. “I want to.”
“You—you do?”
“Your wish is my command, Dawn.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “O-okay.”
“But hang on. I’m going to take my pants off and then get back on screen.”
“Whatever you want,” she says, her voice high-pitched.
I hop off the bed and let my pants fall to the ground. Am I really doing this? Yes, apparently, I am. I don’t recognize the person I am right now, but something about this woman brings it out in me. I’m back on the bed, still wearing my boxer briefs, in seconds.
“Hi,” I say, getting situated once again and making sure the phone isn’t capturing my face.
“Hi,” she answers. “How does this work, exactly?”
I give a low laugh. “Pretty easily. Because I’m looking at your beautiful body, and I’m remembering what it felt like to feel your hot pussy against my cock.” I slide my hand into my boxers and slide them down so she can see as I take myself in hand.
“Oh my God,” she breathes. “That’s so fucking hot.” She moves, and it reveals another inch of skin.
I groan. “And I’m looking at that strip of skin above your shorts. I want to lick it, then take one of those nipples in my mouth, feel it grow taut against my lips.” I pump myself slowly.
She puts her hand in her shorts.
“Fuck, Dawn. Are you going to get yourself off with me?”
“Uh-hmm,” she whines softly.
“Tell me how wet you are.”
“So wet already.”
My mouth dries. “Show me.”
She pulls her hand out and holds her fingers to the camera, where they glisten.
“Good girl,” I grit out, pumping faster now.
“Holy shit, you just said good girl.” She shoves her hand back into her shorts, gasping as her fingers make contact. “More. Talk more.”
Whatever she wants. “You can see what I’m doing, Dawn, how hard I am for you. Are you playing with your clit?”
“Yes,” she says on an inhale.
“Do you like it hard or soft? I want to know so that I’ll do it right when it’s my hand in there.”
“Hard.” Her knees come on screen, and she raises her hips.
“Fuck me, Dawn. Did you stick a finger in that sweet pussy?”
“Yes, holy?—”
“Just one?” I grip myself hard, pumping the shaft and swirling the precum around my head.
“Two. Oh my God, so hot. So, fuck— ” She cuts off and moans, her hips swiveling and tits bouncing. “So fast. I’m going to come,” she whines.
“Come,” I urge, feeling my own orgasm starting to build. “Don’t you dare be quiet.”
She isn’t.
I watch, enraptured, as she brings herself to completion on the screen in front of me. The vision is seared into my mind for eternity, her hand down her shorts, her knees splayed wide, the skin of her stomach on display, the nightshirt bunched under breasts that are beyond perfect.
“Fuck!” I come with a roar, my own release catching me so off-guard that everything goes black for a second.
“Yes, God, yes, you’re so fucking hot,” she says as I release on my stomach.
We breathe, and it’s almost like the aftermath of the kiss earlier tonight. As though we both need to gather ourselves. After a few moments, she slides her hand out of her shorts, and all I can think is how desperate I am to taste her.
I reach over to my nightstand and grab some tissues to clean myself up, then tuck myself into my boxers.
“That’s a hell of a way to use the video function,” I eventually say.
She laughs, loud and deep. “Yes, it is.” Then she yawns. “Is it bad that I’m so tired?”
I grin. “No, because I am, too.”
“You won’t think any less of me if I say I want to go to sleep now?”
“Not even a little.”
Her hand moves up, and I’m guessing it’s to cover the massive yawn I hear. It ends in the most adorable squeak I’ve ever heard. “Talk tomorrow?”
I grin. She said talk , not chat or text . “Absolutely.”
She disconnects and I lean over to turn the light off, then lie back with my hands under my head to stare at the ceiling.
I want more. Maybe it’s time to tell her who I really am.