10. Lyric
LYRIC
I t’s been three days since I’ve seen Jagger, or his parents for that matter.
I received the estimate the same day he came to look at my house, and I signed the contract after my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
It seems Eleanor talking about giving me a discount well and truly succeeded.
At first, I felt terrible, then I called Naomi.
She assured me from what I told her about Jagger that he wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want to.
She also told me to sign on the dotted line, write the check, or in this case pay the first half through the attached invoice, and to stop worrying over nothing.
Naturally, I did what she suggested, then, because I worried myself sick, I went for a walk with my trusty notebook in hand.
I went to the coffee shop, Oak it won’t be much longer until my hands are doing what I really want him to do.
“I’m here, promise.” I open my eyes, taking myself out of the scene I set up in my head.
The faster this call is over, the faster I can get back to business.
Which is why I pause my ministrations. I shouldn’t be doing this while he’s on the phone, especially with how Saturday turned out to be.
Plus, he went ghost mode. I haven’t heard a peep from him or his office since Jagger sent the invoice.
If I didn’t know where his parents live, I’d have thought they took my money and ran.
Though, I did receive a receipt yesterday, which helped calm my nerves some.
“For now.” Jagger sounds exasperated. Well, same, my guy, same. I want a man I shouldn’t want. I mean, after all, he’s the one who quit answering my calls and returning my letters.
“You were saying?” I spur him back on the subject at hand. If he’s going to interrupt my time, the least he could do is hurry up the conversation. I still have things to do, and my orgasm is top priority.
“Lyric, you’re testing my patience. I’m ready to quit what I’m doing and drive to where you are and see exactly what you’re doing that has you breathless.” I’m tempted to invite him over, except I think Jagger needs to sweat a little.
“By the time you get here, I’ll be through, and you won’t know where I’ll be.” I’m not sure where those words come from or how I’m being this bold. My fingers have a mind of their own, continuing to slide into my panties, then one slips lower, strumming my clit and causing me to bite my lower lip.
“I wouldn’t bet against that, gorgeous,” he says with a teasing tone.
I feel wetness coat the tip of my finger.
I add another, making a V on either side of my pussy.
I’m not wet. I’m soaked, saturating my panties in a way I’ll have to change them once I’m done.
I’m refusing to touch on the little pet name he let slip through his lips.
At least he didn’t use Lili. I’d really be screwed then, and there would be no stopping me from sinking two fingers inside my center, getting off, and moaning his name.
“Maybe we’ll have to test that theory. You were saying? ”
“Fuck, Lyric, we definitely will. Back to shop talk, the last damn thing I wanna talk about now, but if I don’t, something tells me you’ll tease me to no end.” He has no idea.
“You’re not wrong there.” My muscles tense when I edge my finger inside and swirl it around, slowly building myself back up.
“Bad news first, you need new air conditioning, inside and outside units with new duct work. The good news is, I built that into the estimate I sent over. A contingency without you having to come up with more every time you turn around.” I hold still, calculating how long that will take to install and what it’ll do to the timeline of the project.
“Okay.” I’ll do just about anything to keep him talking. Though, not in the way he reminds me of what I’m doing; there’s no need for all of that. It also makes me want to rip all my clothes off, tell him to come over, and greet him naked at the door.
“That will be done tomorrow. The demo part of the project is nearly complete. All that’s left is the kitchen.
That being said, we’ll have drywall and mudding going on tomorrow, and as long as everything goes to plan, paint on Thursday.
You should be good to come in on Friday at the earliest, the latest on Saturday.
That is if you want to stay at your house through the construction.
The option is open to you. Just let me know so we can section the hallway off.
” Now I’m imagining him ripping things out of the house.
The drywall, the cabinets, the flooring, and while he’s doing that, well, he’d be shirtless, and I’d be greeted by his muscles bulging with every movement.
“Hmm.” I clear my throat when I realize what I’ve done.
“ I think I might wait until the weekend, if that’s okay.
I’m already booked here at the Inn. There’s also the fact that I don’t have a bed, bedding, or washer and dryer.
” Jagger groans at the mention of the bed.
I kick my sandals off my feet, prop my legs on the edge of the table, and sink lower into the chair.
I’m sure I look like an erotic mess, but ask me if I care.
“That’s fine. Oh, and, Lili.” Fuck me, he had to use that name, the one that gets me every single time.
The one he absolutely knows what it does to my insides.
The one he only used sparingly at a different time in life, and it was usually when we were naked.
I spin out of control, my back arches, my calves flex, toes gripping the edge of the wood, and I sink two fingers all the way inside my core.
“Yeah,” I pant as the palm of my hand grinds down on my clit.
“Think of me while you’re fucking your fingers.
It’ll give me plenty to think about tonight when I’m in the shower with my hand wrapped around my cock.
Soon, we’ll both have the real deal, but for the time being, those sweet sounds and wondering what you’re doing to your pussy when I’m not there to watch will hold me over.
” His voice, the way he talks about what he does to himself, and how he’ll be doing it tonight…
Now I want him to watch. Oh shit. The two of us getting ourselves off while watching, that’d be even hotter.
“Jagger.” My skin is flush, perspiration is pebbling my skin, and each time I slide my fingers in and out, it only makes me want to go harder and faster.
“You do that while thinking of me?” I question in between pumps, keeping my palm on my clit, either pressing down or swiveling it, anything to keep me on edge.
“You’ve got no idea, but you will soon.” He hangs up without saying another word.
I drop my phone to the ground and continue my indulgences.
Usually, this wouldn’t be enough. It’d be my fingers on my clit while a toy vibrates inside me.
That’s not the case today. I also didn’t recharge the flesh-like dildo, a task I need to remedy because talk about a lady boner killer.
My mouth opens on a silent cry when the orgasm takes ahold of my body, and I’m a shivering and shaky mess.
“Jagger.” I’m out of breath, and as it slowly subsides, hearing the wetness between my legs makes me feel a different kind of ache, this one deep in my bones.
I place my feet on the carpet, pull my fingers out of my still quivering center, and realize my panties aren’t the only things that are ruined, because so is my dress.
A shower is definitely in order, and a nap, in that exact order.
Which is weird because I can’t recall the last time I’ve ever felt the need to crawl into bed in the middle of the day.
I didn’t do it when Mom passed away, and I didn’t do it when Dad passed away, either.
I kept chugging along. Maybe now that my life has become my own again, this is my body’s way of telling me to relax.
The only problem with this way of thinking is now more than ever, I wish Jagger were in bed beside me.