Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
WREN
I peered at the finished cock pendant through my loupe.
Sinclair had requested rose gold with a magic cross in silver at the end.
I hadn't asked for details about who inspired the design, and she hadn't offered any.
The guys could probably tell me, but I wasn't going to ask them either.
I was happy to let which of her guys had the piercing remain a mystery.
Whoever it was, the pendant looked amazing, if I said so myself.
I set it aside beside the half finished pendant of a cock with a Jacob's ladder. Before I could pick it up to start working on it, my phone rang.
I startled at the sudden loud ringtone, my pulse racing like crazy. I was safe here in Tiger's apartment, but I was still on edge most of the time. Nowhere was impenetrable if someone wanted to get in badly enough.
"It's just the phone," I reminded myself. Which of course stopped ringing when I went to answer it. I picked it up and tapped on the screen.
One missed call from Tiger. Before I could call him back, the phone vibrated in my hand and the ringtone started again.
I pressed on the screen to answer and put it on speakerphone.
"Hey," I said lightly. "How are things—"
"Why didn't you answer the first time?" Tiger demanded.
"You hung up before I could." I frowned at the device. "Did you call to yell at me?"
His response was a weighty sigh. "No, I was worried when you didn't answer. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. Busy working on… Work." Very articulate, Wren.
Tiger chuckled. "Sounds like a good time for a distraction." He ended the call, but a request flashed up a second later for a video call.
I hit accept and held the phone out in front of me, trying not to cringe too much at the angle of my face, and the hair trying to escape from my messy bun.
He appeared on the screen, blue eyes so intense they could have bored a hole through the distance between us. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, giving him a more dangerous appearance.
"You look beautiful," he said softly. "Good enough to eat."
"Funny, I was going to say the same about you." I hadn't realised how much I missed him and the other guys until right now.
I assumed Lex and Bray weren't in the room, or they would have been elbowing each other out of the way to say hello. Or Bray would have been offering some smartass observation about me or the world.
"I was hoping you'd be naked," he said with a smile.
"Once again, I was about to say the same thing." I grinned.
"Easily done." He propped the phone against something and stepped back. He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head with one hand.
"That will never not be hot," I remarked. Not to mention the sight of his abs, the flat plane of his stomach and the hint of a V peeking out above his track pants.
"You like that, hmmm? Your turn." He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Like that is it?" I looked around for something to lean the phone against, before propping it up on the side of my empty coffee cup.
"Yes, take it off," he ordered.
That gave me a full body shiver and made me wet between my legs.
I gripped the hem of my shirt the way he had and tried to pull it up over my head. It snagged on my messy bun, forcing me to use both hands to free it and toss it aside.
I expected him to laugh at my clumsy attempt to be sexy, but even through the phone, I saw the way his track pants tented.
"Bra too," he ordered.
This I could take off with some finesse. Eyes on the screen, I unhooked it and let the straps slide down my arms and off my wrists.
"You have the best breasts," he said. "Touch yourself."
I hesitated for a moment.
“Go on,” he said, his voice husky. “Touch your breasts for me.”
My tongue swiped over my lower lip. Tentatively, I raised both hands and ran them around my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until they were hard peaks.
"Just like that," he said approvingly.
"Your turn," I told him. "Take off those pants and let me see your dick."
"You're the bossy one now." He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his track pants and pushed them down his hips until his erection sprang free.
"What can I say, I like looking at your cock," I said unapologetically.
Tiger wrapped his fingers around his length and slid them up and down a couple of times. "He likes you too. Your turn; let me see that pussy."
I shimmied out of my leggings and managed to step out of them without falling on my face. I did a slow turn around and danced, wiggling my ass in my panties before removing those too.
I looked back over my shoulder at Tiger and smiled teasingly.
"If I was there, I'd smack that ass," he growled playfully.
"Do you want me to smack it for you?" I asked. Before he could answer, I brought my hand down on my ass cheek a couple of times. Not hard enough to hurt, but it made a satisfying slap.
"Turn around," he ordered. "I love that cute little ass of yours, but I want to see your pussy."
I turned slowly, feeling my face heat.
Being naked in his living room, with him able to see all of me, felt strange, awkward. At the same time I felt pretty, empowered. He wanted to see me like this. Naked for his eyes, in spite of the kilometres that separated us.
"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" he asked softly. "I want to touch you all over." He pumped his cock again. "Are you wet?"
I slipped a hand down between my thighs and ran a finger over my seam. "Very wet."
"Don't stop," he ordered. "I want you to make yourself come."
"I will if you will," I said. "Are you imagining fucking my mouth or my pussy?"
"Neither," he pumped slowly. "I'm imagining fucking the space between your breasts and coming on your face."
I rubbed my clit with my pointer and middle finger, tracing circles around and pressing a finger inside myself every few passes.
"I'm going to imagine the same thing. You rubbing against my chest." I placed my other hand between my breasts, and ran it up and down slowly, simulating the way he might feel on my skin.
He groaned. "I'm going to last about a minute if you keep doing that. I want you to come first."
"Always a gentleman," I said appreciatively. I rubbed my clit a little faster while running the heel of my hand over my nipple.
"There's nothing gentlemanly about me," he said.
"Hearing you come is my favourite song. One of these days, I'm going to record it so I can listen to it over and over.
If I released it, it would get more downloads than any other sound ever made.
But I wouldn't release it. It would be for me and me only. "
"Not even for Bray and Lex?" I asked.
"They can record their own," Tiger said. "I don't mind sharing some things, but others, no fucking way. When I record you, it will be a time I make you come. Whenever I listen, I'll know I did that to you. Me, with my tongue, fingers or cock."
"I should record you too," I said. "You make special sounds when you fuck my mouth."
"I wish I was fucking your mouth right now." He pumped a little faster. "You have the most perfect, fuckable mouth."
"You have the most talented tongue." I rubbed myself faster. "I'm so close."
I would have liked to close my eyes, but I needed to see him on my screen, his hips moving back and forth, in rhythm with his hand. What in the world could be hotter than a gorgeous hockey player with his thick cock in his hand, thinking about fucking me while he got himself off?
"Come for me," he said breathlessly. "I want to see you come on your hand."
I dropped my head back slightly, my eyes still on my phone. I pinched my nipple hard and came on my fingers, rocking my own hips back and forth.
Blood pounded around my body, pooling in my pussy, making my clit throb. Everything around me went dark except Tiger. He went slightly blurry for a few moments while a tide of pleasure washed over my body.
When I was finally able to focus again, he looked sharper than ever, his hand working his cock vigorously until he came, spilling cum over his hand.
"Fucking hell," he grunted. "I wish that was your face. I wish you had my cum dripping off your face and hair. Dripping onto your shoulders and sliding down onto your tits."
"We can do that when you get home," I assured him. I dropped my hands from my breasts and pussy. "Until then, we can do this again."
"We will do this again," he said. "Soon. You might as well stay naked."
"I will, if you will," I teased.
He chuckled. "That would raise some eyebrows on the ice."
"You could start a new trend or a new sport," I said. "Naked ice hockey." I grinned.
"That sounds like a danger to my balls." He grimaced and reached for a tissue to wipe his hand.
"Probably. The fans would love it, but I'd prefer you don't freeze your cock off." I bobbed down to pick up my panties and bra.
"Take a couple of photos of yourself and send them to me before you get dressed," he said. "If you won't stay naked, I can look at those and pretend."
I hesitated for a moment.
"I won't show them to anyone," he said quickly.
"I know you won't, I just… I'm a bit self-conscious." I wasn't drop dead gorgeous like Elenna and Sinclair. Or my three guys for that matter.
He picked up his phone and brought it up to his face. "What you are is fucking gorgeous. I'm going to keep telling you that until you believe it. However long that takes, I'll do it."
"You're good for my ego," I said. "If I'm going to take photos, I need to swap out of this app."
"I need to get ready for warm up anyway," he said. "I'll keep an eye on my phone. Goodbye gorgeous. I love you."
"I love you too." I ended the video call and opened the camera app. I chose the time option and started a ten second timer. I took a couple of steps back and posed for the camera.
I took a few photos and picked up the phone to flick through them. Okay, maybe they weren't so bad after all. I deleted a couple, then went to contacts, tapped on Tiger's name and pressed send.
I didn't wait for his response. I put my phone down and hurried to get dressed again.