Chapter 13 Mable
Mable
My phone was ringing.
No one called me anymore—well, other than my mother. I glanced at the screen, brow furrowed. I was trying to study in my nest because I had a busy week of classes.
J.
Why was he calling me? We had moved on to voice messages, but a call was something entirely different. There was no time to gather my thoughts, just a constant flow of conversation.
I chewed on my lip for a moment, trying to decide what to do.
I liked talking to J, and he was sweet as could be.
So, I pressed accept.
“Hey,” I greeted.
“Hey! I’m lying here, bored and wanting to chat—I hope you don’t mind the call. This way, we don’t have to wait for each other’s replies.”
“That’s okay,” I said, my voice small and nervous.
“Do you have class tomorrow?” he asked.
“I do, same as every week.”
“That’s no fun—what do you do to relax? Other than work on your plants and plot world domination?”
I chuckled lightly. “You’re the one who plans world domination, not me.”
“No, I bought five chickens and put them in S’s room to piss him off.”
“You didn’t!” Even as I said the words, it dawned on me that was very much something J would do to irritate his pack mate.
“I did! It was so fun. I would send you the footage if you were cool with faces.”
“Maybe one day.” I smiled, meaning it. “So, was there any particular reason you called?”
“Nope, I just wanted to talk to you.”
“Well… we are talking.” I giggled. The conversation wasn’t awkward; it was enjoyable.
“So, let’s have some fun. Truth or dare?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I sat up in my bed, looking at nothing really as J’s chuckle rang through the line.
“Truth or dare. I know you’ve played, so come on. Let’s make this phone call interesting.”
How had the conversation gotten to this point? One second, we were chatting about mundane things, and the next, I’m being asked to play Truth or Dare by J. He was such a butthead, like an overly excited puppy. And still…I wasn’t saying no.
“Okay, truth.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, his tone all mischievous. “What are you wearing, princess?”
My cheeks flushed. Oh. I think I know exactly how this game is going to go. I swallowed, chewing on my lip. Did I want to engage? I could easily shoot him down, and he wouldn’t even bat an eye—he was amazingly unflappable like that.
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“Failure to answer a truth immediately reverts to a dare, so your choice.”
I could already tell where this was heading from the start of that particular conversation, not to mention the few pictures he and his pack mates had sent me, and I really didn’t know what to do with that.
I wasn’t exactly good at flirting. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be, but it was also something to be wanted like this.
“Tick tock, my cute Maple girl.”
“How do you know I’m cute? I could be a downright ugly omega.”
J hummed again, like he was amused by the very notion. “I think I’ll take my chances. Now, what are you wearing?”
“Pajama shorts and tank top. Good enough?” I looked down at myself. I hadn’t lied. That’s exactly what I was wearing.
“Is that all?” J crooned.
“Yes.” I wasn’t sure why he wanted confirmation. I mean, I was inside. It wasn’t like I was packing a parka, too.
“Good. My turn. I choose dare.”
I rolled my eyes to myself. Of course, he did.
“I dare you to…” A giggle escaped me, and I couldn’t believe I was about to say these words, but I was feeling oddly bold and forward. “...take off your shirt.”
“Too late. Not wearing one.”
My eyes bulged, and my mouth went dry imagining what that might look like, based on what I knew of J.
“Oh. Umm…I guess you can—”
“Take off my sweats? Excellent idea.” There was a shuffling sound before I could do anything else, and then J was back on the line. “Done. And damn, these sheets feel nice against my skin.”
Cheeks on fire, I squeaked, “You’re naked?”
“Completely. Your turn.” He sounded so goddamned happy with himself. “Say dare.”
Dammit. This was getting a bit steamy, and I was such a newbie at this. I’d never had phone sex in my life. But hey, there was a first time for everything, right?
Right.
If my recent adventures had taught me anything, it was that sometimes grabbing the alpha was a good thing.
“Dare.”
“Good girl. Take that tank top and shorts off, so you’re good and naked for me too.”
Either J had figured out I wasn’t wearing undergarments, or he was a good guesser.
My heart pounded against my chest, and I eyed my door, making sure I’d locked it. This was wild, but hell, I wanted to be a little wild for once. So, I got naked, splaying out across my bed as my body heated, slick beginning to pool between my thighs.
“Umm, okay. Done.” I sounded so shaky.
“Yes, I think you are.” J’s tone held that unabashed glee, the utter lack of any fucks to give, like he always sounded. “How about you let me control things from here on out?”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Y-yes. Yes, please.”
“You’re so fucking adorable.” A low groan made it through the phone, and I knew that J was touching himself. “Find one of your nipples for me, Maple. Squeeze it good and tight.”
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
My heart was going to beat itself out of my rib cage, but I did it. I snaked my hand across my chest, circling my nipple with two fingers, and then squeezed. A tiny yelp escaped me.
“Fucking perfection. Keep going, imagine my fingers are plucking those pert little buds and getting you all riled up. I know I am.”
All I could do was obey now. I did exactly what J told me to do, teasing my nipple until it was nearly too much, then switching to the other one. My moans built steadily, and I could hear them reflected by J.
“Ugh, that’s fucking hot, Maple. Do you like knowing that just hearing you do this is enough to have my knot swelling?”
Embarrassment and arousal warred for control as my pussy throbbed, and I put the phone between my shoulder and ear, freeing up both hands. One began to delve lower, hovering over my folds.
“Are you going to touch your pretty pussy for me? I want to hear you fall apart on the phone. I want your sounds to make me come.”
“J…Oh, god…” I slipped between my folds, still pinching one nipple. I was going to crack apart already, the filthy, naughty reality that I was having phone sex with someone making me so damn hot. No, not someone. J.
“Yesss, baby,” he purred. “I’m stroking my cock thinking about you. Can you imagine my fingers working that tight little pussy for me?”
“Yes!”
I hadn’t meant to be so loud, but I was too gone, too absorbed by what I was doing, and I plunged one finger and then two into my pussy.
I shifted them in and out, imagining it was J, desperate to know what he’d feel like.
My breaths were a flurry of rushed gasps, and I was arching up off the soft bedspread.
“I want to feel you.” The words were out before I could stop them.
“Oh, baby, I’m right there. I’m touching that delicious pussy, twirling my fingers through your slick, hooking them up into your G-spot.”
A whimper escaped from me, my vision blurred, and I was moaning like I was in heat, though I knew I wasn’t.
Otherwise, this wouldn’t be just a phone call.
J’s breathing grew ragged, a mesmerizing sound that drifted through my phone and, I swear to god, straight to my clit. It burned, aching to come.
“Please, I’m so close. Are…are you?” Worry plagued me for a moment, suddenly terrified at the prospect that this was all a joke and J was going to start laughing at me.
“Baby, I’m so close.” A grunt, too real to fake, filled my ears. “Pumping into my goddamn fist, picturing your pretty pink pussy and how it’ll weep for me. Let me hear you. Let me hear you come so I can let myself go.”
I worked faster, thrusting my fingers deeper and rougher. I pinched that nipple I still clutched, and just when I thought the orgasm would remain out of reach, I slid my fingers across my clit.
“J!” I cried out, riding the wave of my release like he was here, doing it for me.
I came and came, slick pouring from me and making everything a slippery mess. My head floated above my body as my walls fluttered around my fingers, pulsing rhythmically.
“That’s it, baby. Ugh!” Several more groans rumbled out of J, and I could picture him jerking off, his cock twitching as he spilled his cum all over his fist.
A jolt of electricity pulsed through me at the mental image, eliciting a small orgasm that was gone in seconds but intense, nonetheless.
“Good fucking god.” J sounded nearly worried, and I almost asked what was wrong before he answered for me. “I made a fucking mess, baby. There’s no playing this off like I just missed the tissue.”
I couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that shot through me, giggling as I lifted my fingers and took a look at the damage I’d done too.
“Looks like it’ll be laundry day for both of us.”
J chuckled, a sound of satisfaction and exhaustion humming out of him right after. “You are hot as hell, Maple. And as much as phone sex wasn’t the plan, I am so glad it went there. You can rest assured we’ll be playing Truth or Dare again.”
My cheeks were pure flame, and I really did need to clean all this up. “We’ll see. I’ve gotta go. Talk later.”
“Talk real damn soon, Maple. Really, really soon.”
The next morning, I was feeling significantly sapped of energy after my late-night conversation, so I made a beeline for the coffee shop after my first class.
You might think that after spending so much time t working in a coffee shop, I wouldn’t be a fan of them, but this one was adorable. It was cozy and filled with plants, giving it a much homier feel than the one I worked at. That one was cold and detached—like a corporate, soulless chain.
I liked my caffeine with a little character.
“Hey! What can I get for you?” the barista asked as I made it to the counter.
“I’ll have a decaf caramel latte, a croissant, and the mini pancakes. Oh, and a piece of chocolate cake!” I beamed.
I was craving some serious sugar.
They took payment and told me to sit at a table, and they would bring my food shortly.
I chose a cozy booth in the corner that was empty despite the busy hour.
The shop was an amalgamation of so many different scents, but it wasn’t overpowering or uncomfortable.
The main scents I could pick up on were baked goods and coffee, which worked perfectly for me.
“Here you go!” a perky voice said as a tray was placed in front of me. Another thing I really adored about the coffee shop was that it was fast. There was something uniquely cruel about making a pregnant woman wait for her sugar fix, so fast was perfect.
One hand rested on my teeny tiny bump as I sipped on my drink. I needed a little sweet treat. Saying I was frazzled would be an understatement. The previous night had been… well, amazing. There was something about J that was magnetic and hard to resist.
He reminded me of an overexuberant puppy in the best way. Happy-go-lucky, full of energy, but it turned out he also had a filthy mouth on him that made me weak in the knees and led to very enjoyable orgasms.
Pulling out my phone, I took a quick picture of my plate loaded with goodies and my coffee cup and shot it off to the group chat.
Maple
A much-needed sweet treat! Don’t ask me how much syrup is in the coffee, because I will plead the fifth!
D
You couldn’t even attempt to incorporate some fruit?
I smirked at the grumpy pack lead’s reply. One of the fun things about our relationship being solely online was that I could tease him without fear of any repercussions—and after last night, I was feeling rather bold.
Maple
Oh yeah… I don’t know when I last had fruit.
D
Water?
Maple
Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.
Grinning to myself, I put my phone down and picked up my coffee, determined to enjoy my treat.