Chapter 40 #2
“Yep.” My eyes flash to the couch as the lie leaves my lips. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.
“Liar.” Keeley calls me out. “You have to be able to follow instructions for this to work.”
“I’ve never been good at following instructions. I’m better at giving them.”
“Well, okay then. Let’s hear it.”
“What?”
“I want you to take the lead, Sir. It’s what you’re good at.”
Goddammit. I walked right into that one. “How about I delegate? I’ll be good. Tell me again. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you sitting on the couch, pants off, with your briefs around your ankles.”
“Okay.” This time I at least walk in the direction of the couch and sit down. My pants, however, stay firmly in place.
“Done.”
“Good. Now close your eyes.”
“Done,” I lie again.
“Sal.”
“Yes, Keeley.” My voice is even, in control, and I’m thankful for that.
“Close your eyes. No more bullshitting me. For this to work, you have to be in the moment.”
Fuck. I chuckle lightly. “How did you know?”
“I know you. You have me where you want me. I have you where I want you. It’s time to relax and forget we’re on the other side of the country from one another.”
That gets my attention. “I have you where I want you?”
“You do. Hang on.”
She falls silent, and a few seconds later my phone buzzes with a text. “Fuck, Keels. Was that you?”
“Was what me?”
“Oh. Never mind.”
I check the screen and cough when I find an image from Keeley.
“Wait,” she rushes out, her whispered voice holding an edge. “Before you click on it, I want you to know. I’ve never done that before either.” Her voice wavers and my stomach knots.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Keels. Not with me.”
“I know. I’ve never once doubted that. Which is why I want to. You can open it.”
God, now it’s my turn to get nervous. I open her text, waiting as the image loads and?—
“Holy fuuuck, Keels.” The image is taken in the mirror, with Keeley positioned exactly as I asked her to be—in her armchair, feet on the edge, legs spread.
And while I’m only just realizing I never specified what I wanted her to wear, she’s in see-through lace panties and a matching lace bra. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Beautiful isn’t what I was going for but thank you.”
“You’re goddamn sexy too, if that’s what you were hoping I’d notice.”
“It was. And now that you know I’m not lying, are you ready?”
“I am.” At least, I’m ready to hear you screaming my name.
“Good. I want you to unzip your pants.”
Fuck. I chuckle under my breath and do as she asked, finally unzipping my pants to ease the tension, while leaving my briefs on. This is about her. Not me. “Done.”
“Good, now imagine me kneeling in front of you.”
“No.” I have a better idea.
“No?”
“I’m the one on my knees, Keeley. With my palms spread across your thighs, I’m gliding a path toward your center, pushing your knees into the arms of the chair.”
“Oh God.”
“Sal,” I remind her, and her breath hitches before she whispers my name, the sound traveling from my ears to my cock.
“Sal.”
I bite back a groan as my eyes lock on Keeley’s photo, imagining myself kneeling in front of her.
“Can you feel my thumbs brushing against your panties? Running circles over the soaked material, while your hips buck? Tell me, are you wet for me, Keels?”
“So. Fucking. Wet.”
Her punctuated words are like tugs on my length. I feel her as if she’s here with me, and my head spins.
“I need more, Sal. Please.”
I let myself relax, lying back with my head against the backrest, my eyes drifting shut with the visual of Keeley still in my mind, my fingers wrapped around her legs, my thumbs working her core.
“I want you to move your panties to the side, Keels. Give me the access I need to run my thick fingers through your slit, working you from your clit to your entrance, back and forth. Slowly teasing.”
“Yes. More. Yes.” Her voice comes out breathy, and my cock jolts as pre cum pools on my tip, making me wriggle uncomfortably.
“I want to massage your clit; I want to feel that little bud harden for me while I dip a finger inside you.”
“Yes. Fuck. I need to touch you. I need your cock in my hand.”
Dammit. The visual attacks my mind and I release my cock, wrapping my palm around my shaft as it thickens in my hand, my restraint out the fucking window.
“Your fingers feel so good inside me, Sal. But I want another. I need three.”
Fuuck. My grip around my length tightens but I don’t pump. Not yet. I need more from Keeley.
“God, you feel good, Keels. The way your pussy is sucking me in, taking my fingers with ease.”
“Yes,” she moans, her breathing ragged, and I can’t hold back any longer. I run my cock through my hand, brushing my palm over the tip in time with her breaths.
“Can you feel me pumping into you?” I ask as I pump myself harder. “Feel my thumb rubbing your clit, faster.” Fuck. “Harder.” Fuck. Oh God.
“Don’t stop, Sal. I’m so close. I want you to curl your fingers, please.”
“Do it. Now.” I barely get the words out before my balls tighten.
“Jesus. Yes. God. Thank you. I’m… Jesus.” Unlike me, Keeley is able to give a play-by-play, and with each visual, she puts me closer to the edge. “Your cock is throbbing in my hand, Sal. I wish I could taste you. Are you close?”
“Mm-hmm,” I grate with my teeth clenched, no longer able to speak at all. Keeley’s soft frantic mewls have me in a choke hold, and I’m about to come all over my goddamn clothes.
“Yes. I’m…” Keeley cries out in ecstasy and I allow myself to follow, my release shooting onto my shirt, coating me as I shudder.
“Fuuck. Keeley.” I sigh as I come back down to earth, listening intently to her breathing. “You’re making me act like a fucking teenager again.” I groan, covering my face with my hand. “You know that, right?”
“Well, they do say that age is merely a number.”
“So I’ve heard.” Keeley giggles and I huff out a laugh, well and truly distracted.
“Thanks for the help.”
“Anytime. But next time, I want to be able to see you. Maybe we can FaceTime.” Her voice holds a lightness to it that wasn’t there before. Too bad I can’t agree with her.
“Next time we’re going to be in bed.” It’s a demand, not a request, and the tone of my voice reflects that. Not that it affects Keeley.
“We’ll see.” I picture her shrugging, and laugh until I see the state I’m in, groaning again.
“I need to clean up.”
“Me too. Have a good sleep, Sal.”
“You too, Keeley. Sleep tight.”
I’m going to fucking miss you if you decide to walk away.