31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Stealing her batteries was genius, along with my Post-it idea.
Sitting on my bed in one of Darragh’s guestrooms, I dial into the cameras I planted in Jillian’s apartment.
She’s wearing that white button-down blouse but stripped off the skirt and her panties. She’s face down on her bed, screaming into her pillow.
Those fleshy round arse cheeks look so fucking hot. I’ll be banging her from behind soon, feeling them in my aching hands.
Jillian flips over and spreads her legs. Her fingers caress her swollen folds and her eyes close.
“That’s right, sparkles. You don’t need anything battery operated. Just rub that clit. I bet you’re close.”
Narrowing my eyes, I pair my phone with the smart T.V. across from the bed, and a moment later, Jillian shines on the sixty-inch screen before me.
And I’m hands free…
I unzip my pants and step out of them. Naked, I get on the bed and watch her explore her body while I fist my cock with long, languid strokes. With the help of pre-cum, I’m slick. My mouth waters, remembering how wet she got for me.
I knew she’d lose that bet today if she let me put my hand inside her panties.
Fuck, this woman has me twisted tight like those chains I used to kill Balor’s attackers years ago.
Pushing the memory of mangled bodies from my brain, I focus on Jillian.
My breath leaves me, catching her legs open wide, but the view isn’t great.
Feeling dangerous, I grab my phone and…
“Yeah?” Jillian answers, the phone in one hand and the other…
Fuck, still between her legs.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching television.”
Liar, liar, pussy on fire…
“What show?”
“Some movie I put on. I just got out of the shower.”
The astonishing lies confound me. But I know the truth. I’ll be one step ahead of her like every inch of cock I slide into her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Jerking off.”
She heaves a laugh, and it’s music to my ears. “So you call me?”
“Did I not make myself clear how bad I want to fuck you again?”
“You were pretty explicit.” Her throaty voice has me on the edge. “Is this…sexting?”
“I guess. I’ve never done this.”
“I bet you haven’t.” Her voice gets low. “You get all the pussy you want.”
“Not really. I want your pussy and you keep telling me no.”
Didn’t say no to Johnny, but he’s a safe stranger.
“I told you why.” She exhales. “Jerking off, huh?”
“Aye, sparkles.” My reply reminds me that when I’m with her as Johnny, I’ll have to not only stifle my accent but change my voice. “Thinking of you.”
“You’re so bold.”
“I’m so hard. For you.”
Her tongue peeks from those lush lips. “Why me?”
“Because I find you hot as fuck.”
“I have to go.”
“No… Stay with me. Let me hear your voice.” I pump my cock, my hand barely fitting around it as I glide up, root to tip, fisting it as tight as her cunt. “In fact, why don’t you get completely naked and touch yourself, too.”
“I did. I just got out of the shower.”
“Perfect timing. Get on the bed.”
“But—”
“Do it. Or should I come over there and show you what happens to naughty girls who don’t listen?”
“Fine,” she says.
I watch the screen and see her rolling her adorable eyes, but she complies.
“Are you there?”
“Yeah.”
I sit up and move to the edge of my bed. “Open your legs.” I have a fifty/fifty shot, she’ll face the way of my camera and…
Aye!
“This is bad, Eoghan.” She strokes her folds, her head falling back.
“You said my name right.”
“But you want to hear another name like you’re a stranger.”
Hearing Johnny won’t have the same thrill.
“As long as it’s your voice.”
“You’re bad.”
“No, I’m—” I stifle saying good. “Are your legs spread for me?” I glance at the screen, and it’s like I’m right there watching her play with her cunt.
“Maybe.”
“Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”
Her phone is pressed against her face while the other hand goes to town between her legs. She moans and I’m going to lose it. “Eoghan,” she growls.
“Do you remember what my cock looks like?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Why unfortunately?”
“Because it was magnificent.”
I laugh. “No one’s ever used that exact word.”
“Now we’re even. No one’s ever put a cock inside me.”
“And I’d prefer it if you didn’t let anyone else fuck you ever again,” the words spill out and I can’t believe what I’m saying.
Ever?
“Yeah, keep up that dirty talk.”
Saved. She thinks I’m throwing her some gobshite line. Johnny got her primed, but I’m going to finish her off.
“Jillian,” I purr her name with a rasp. “I’m ready to come. Ready to spurt hot ropes of cum all over myself because your voice drives me fucking insane. Come with me, sparkles.”
“Oh God, Eoghan,” she whines and falls apart in front of my eyes, sending me into an orgasmic avalanche.
Warm cum spills over my tight fist, and I grunt through the climax, watching her. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I have to go.” Shame and regret lace her tone suddenly.
“When can I see you?” I utter, desperate for more.
“I have court all week. Friday.”
The line goes dead. I glance at the screen, and she’s gone into her bathroom.
Feeling guilty, I log out of the camera to give her some privacy. Friday it is…