Chapter 33
With the kids in bed, I pour myself a glass of wine and head to my own room, itching to talk to Tyler.
My fingers are already tapping to his contact before I’ve even climbed into bed.
It takes a few rings for him to answer, but when he does, I’m rendered speechless.
He’s freshly showered, bare chest exposed, his hair still dripping wet.
My mouth parts but no words come out.
“You okay there?” he asks when I don’t speak right away.
In fact, it takes a few more seconds for me to find my words.
“Just distracted,” I manage, voice dazed. Distracted is the understatement of the damn year.
Tyler smirks at me through the phone screen, fully aware why words fail me.
He props the phone on something to drag a towel through his hair, strong arms flexing with every motion.
I’m mesmerized, hardly blinking. And thank goodness I don’t blink, because the next thing I know, to my great delight, he drops the towel to the floor.
I drink him in, the ridges of his abdomen, dipping to that impossible V, leading my gaze straight to his cock, thick and already hard.
The sight of him has wetness gathering between my legs and my thighs press together on instinct, but it’s not enough.
Using the hand not holding my phone, I slip it into my panties, fingertips circling my clit.
“You doing something without me, Jo?” Tyler asks, voice low with an amused lilt.
“Maybe,” I answer, biting my lip coyly.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Thinking about the sounds you make when I’m inside of you, and how you taste on my lips. Lemme help.”
Tyler flips off the overhead light, switching on the warm glow of his bedside lamp instead. Then he climbs into bed, propping himself against the headboard.
“I wish you were here with me,” I whisper to him through the screen.
“You’ve got work tomorrow. And you and I both know I’d keep you up too late. Now, tell me, are you pleasuring yourself with your fingers, love?”
I pause, quirking a brow at him. “We’re about to have phone sex, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, Jo. We are.”
At those two words, I’m sliding off my sleep shorts and panties, letting them fall to the floor. I’m already slick and aching when I begin rubbing small circles on my clit.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he says. “I want to picture it. Wanna know how wet you are for me.”
“I’m circling my clit,” I breathe out. “Pretending it’s your fingers.”
I know my voice sounds needy, but he must like it, because he hums low, eyes still fixed on mine. And now I’m imagining what it would feel like for him to hum against my pussy, hands gripping my hips like he owns me.
“I want my mouth on you so fucking bad,” Tyler groans. “I’d take my time, lick you slow. Suck your clit till you’re begging for my cock.”
I’m imagining how perfectly Tyler fills me, when his phone tilts slightly for me to see that he’s slowly stroking his length. Holy hell, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look what you do to me, Jo,” he murmurs, voice dark with hunger.
My breath stutters and I bite back a whimper as my hand drifts lower, one finger sliding into my wet heat. I let out a soft moan.
“Since you won’t come over,” I whisper, “tell me what you’d do if you were here.”
If I can’t have him in my bed, his hands on my body, I’ll settle for his words. I know he has a filthy mouth and I need him to carry me over the edge.
Tyler’s strokes quicken, his forearms flexing and a muscle in his jaw ticks. “I’d lay you on the bed, spread you out for my eyes like a fucking voyeur. We’d go slow, my mouth on your inner thigh, kissing a path to that pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”
Increasing my pressure, I release a soft moan. But I know I won’t come like this, and oh, how I desperately need to come. From the drawer of my nightstand, I pull out my tiny bullet vibrator, twisting the end until it vibrates in my hand.
Tyler’s eyes heat when he hears it and his breaths become labored.
“And then?” I whisper, desperate for his words. My hips roll as the vibration hits the right spot. I can already feel my climax blooming inside me.
“Once I’ve had my fill of tasting you, I’d flip you over, pull you onto your knees. Grip your hips and slide into you from behind, so deep you’ll still feel it when it’s over. Hard enough that we both forget our own names.” Tyler pauses. “I’m close. I need you to come with me.”
“Yes, yes,” I gasp, the gathering tension close to snapping.
Tyler’s eyes slam shut and ropes of white cum hit his stomach as my release shatters through me so hard my legs tremble. My hand falls to my side, chest heaving.
For a prolonged second, we’re quiet, just breathing together.
Tyler’s gaze finds mine through the light of my phone screen, and one side of his mouth hooks up.
“I miss you, love.”
“I miss you, too,” I whisper. “Come over tomorrow for dinner?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”