Be My Book Boyfriend
EVE
March
It’s harder to imagine Cole as the AHL player persona I made up for him on the fly with his voice in my ears.
This isn’t the first time we’ve been on the phone, but it makes everything more intense.
He told me earlier he had something fun planned for tonight while he’s on the road with the team for playoffs.
“How’s the hotel room?” I’m unsure how to talk normally to him when we do this even though we’re friends.
“Four walls. A bed. Nice view of an air conditioning unit,” he deadpans. “Are you in bed?”
“Technically I’m on top of it. Not under the sheets.”
“Is that right? What are you wearing?” I can hear his smirk.
I pluck at the hem of my old Heston U shirt. “Nothing at all, because I’m a seductress who lounges around naked like a queen.”
“I’d better get on my knees then.”
I wish I could experience his mouth devouring me for real. The way he describes it drives me wild every time.
“Remember the audiobook you were reading?”
My cheeks heat at the memory of what point I was at when he interrupted. “Yes.”
“Play it.”
“You want to listen to a romance book right now? I thought we were going to—”
“We’re going to listen together,” he corrects. “And act it out.”
Words tangle on my tongue as I try to say too many responses at once. “Okay. That broke my brain.”
He gives a soft, seductive chuckle that makes me press my thighs together. “In a good way?”
I bite my lip. “Yes. Super yes. Huge turn on. I’ve never recreated a spicy scene from one of my books with someone before.”
Again, I wish he was here with me. My body aches for his touch and doing this with him has only made the desire more intense.
“Still there?”
“Yes,” I say quickly. “Which scene did you have in mind?”
“Which one’s your favorite?”
I consider how many good spicy scenes are in the book. “The dinner table.”
“Not the barn?” He sounds surprised.
“The barn during the thunderstorm is hot, too. But there’s something powerfully sensual about him capturing her gaze, telling her he’s hungry, and slowly spreading her out on the table as his meal.”
He rumbles in agreement. “I left you a present before going out of town. Did you find it?”
My face flushes. It’s waiting on my bed.
I discovered the unexpected package when I checked if the new weather sealing we did on the interior of the camper held out against the snowstorm that blew through.
Inside, I found a new vibrator with an app designed for couples to use long-distance.
If he has the controls, it’ll be more like he’s with me.
“Yes. You’re lucky my dad hasn’t been in the camper this week.”
“It was wrapped,” he protests. “I’m dying to use it on you. Knowing I’m miles away but making you feel so good? Mm, I’m going to make you come so hard, sweetheart.”
The flush spreads from my face, tingles dancing along my nerve endings. He releases a smoky laugh at the strained exhale that leaves me.
“Get your audiobook set up.”
I open my laptop and find the scene, switching the call to speakerphone. “Okay. Ready.”
“Strip for me,” he murmurs. “Before we start, let me warm you up.”
“What do you want me to take off first?”
“Start with your panties. How does it feel being bare for me?”
“Good,” I answer quietly, enjoying the cool air of the room against my heated skin. “I’m getting achy already.”
“Yeah? Now take your top off.”
His quiet commentary makes chills breakout across my body. I bite my lip, peeling off my shirt. My nipples are already pert buds. I tweak them with a faint hum of pleasure, skimming my fingers lower, down the softness of my belly to pet my mound. My pulse thrums in my clit.
“Co—”
His fake name won’t come out. I swallow thickly.
“Cole,” I whisper.
“Yes, baby?”
“I want it.”
His voice dips. “Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
My lashes flutter. “I need to come. Make me come.”
“Lay on your bed for me. Spread those thick, beautiful thighs. I want you rubbing your clit. Get yourself nice and wet.”
“Already there,” I breathe. “I’m so turned on.”
A gravelly laugh sounds. “We’re just getting started.”
It feels like he’s watching when I slide my fingers over my pussy, holding my legs open wide as if his gaze is setting me on fire. Just as I’m beginning to ride the current of heat uncoiling deep within me, his voice cuts through my focus.
“Now, get your new present. Push it inside slowly. Take it inch by inch.”
Air flies from my lungs. “Okay.”
I pat the bed, closing my fingers around the curved vibrator. It has a slight swell at one end that vibrates and makes a come hither motion when it’s activated. The other end fits to the body, covering my clit with a rotating nub at the center that’s similar to the stimulation of a tongue.
The velvety material feels nice when I circle my entrance. The tip slips in easily from how wet I am. I drop my head back, eyes hooding as I picture him stretching me with his cock.
“Does it feel nice?” he prompts.
“Yes.”
“And now?”
The vibration inside activates. My lips part on a sigh, hips shifting to meet the sensual motion stroking me.
“Yes. Feels good.”
He waits a few minutes, playing with me by increasing and decreasing the intensity of the toy. I’m warm all over, caressing my body.
“Start the chapter,” he says.
My eyes blink open, dazed. I stretch to reach my desk, pressing play on my laptop. He goes quiet for the beginning of the scene, allowing the narrator to draw me into the story. My attention is split between listening to Wyatt and Lydia’s conversation and the toy.
He’s subtly adjusting the controls to bring me closer to the edge. The other end switches on, drawing a moan from me. The dual sensations inside and on my clit are overwhelming. It’s so good, igniting a fresh burst of heat that grows hotter when he changes the intensity.
“I haven’t eaten,” Cole answers the question from the audiobook.
I’m too lost in the divine sensations of him using the vibrator to say Lydia’s next response.
Wyatt captures my gaze and rumbles, “I’m hungry.”
“Cole,” I whimper.
“Shh.” He continues playing out the scene. “Come here.”
Every step is a blessing and a curse, the need for him rising until it’s too overpowering to fight. He grabs my hips the second I’m within reach and sits me on the table before him. I swallow when he guides my thighs apart and finds I’m bare beneath my sundress.
The narrator gasps with me.
Cole hums, continuing to say Wyatt’s parts. “Look at you, spread for me, glistening.”
In the book, Wyatt glides his knuckle through Lydia’s folds and licks his finger.
Cole changes the speed pattern on the toy, making it writhe faster buried deep inside me and the nub on the outside tease my clit as if a tongue circles it.
My fingers fly off my breasts and scrabble across the sheets for something to hold on to for leverage.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He sounds more reverent than the narrator. “I’m going to enjoy every drop of this meal.”
Before Wyatt’s mouth descends between Lydia’s legs, I’m shaking apart, my core erupting with ripples of ecstasy.
“Oh god!”
“You’re not done yet, baby,” Cole rasps. “I’ve barely had a taste of you. I want to spend all night fucking you with my tongue and fingers.”
He recites Wyatt’s dialogue, following along with the scene. He groans over the phone as if my pussy is the best thing he’s ever devoured. My chest heaves with unstoppable cries while he uses the toy to take me apart.
I picture Cole in place of the book’s hero, imagining him in the room with me. The toy’s movements inside me are his fingers and the undulating vibrations on my clit are his mouth sucking me, licking, unraveling me at the seams.
“You taste like heaven,” he narrates, improvising some of his own lines. “Christ, I want to have you like this always, Evie. Those luscious legs wrapped around my head and your sweet cries filling my ears. Every minute of the day I don’t spend with my head buried in your pussy is a fucking waste.”
A gasp sticks in my throat. My hips buck and another orgasm crashes over me.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh f-fu—”
My thighs tremble from the strength. It goes on and on, making my eyes swim from how unbelievable it is.
“Those gorgeous sounds of yours are all I think about. You’re always filling my head. You sound so fucking sexy when you come, you know that?”
The praise washes over me with another change in rhythm from the vibrator. He’s keeping my release going, the pleasure cresting once more. I cry out, arching my back with my fingers clawing the sheets.
“That’s it. I’ve got you.” There’s a smile in his voice.
“I knew you’d make the best book boyfriend.”
I murmur it more to myself while I’m floating in the afterglow, but he heard me. He pauses a moment, then steals my breath with his response.
“I’ll be everything for you, sweetheart. Every fantasy. Every dream. Whatever you need, I want to be it.”