Chapter 14 #2
Lex: I love it, Chaz. It’s like the notes are whispering, if that makes sense.
I smile, glad that she got what I was after.
Chaz: You nailed the vibe.
Lex: What’s the song called?
Chaz: Not sure yet.
Although, Blue has a nice ring.
Chaz: What are you still doing up?
Lex: Couldn’t sleep. Thought about using the hot tub. But I didn’t bring a bathing suit.
Chaz: And your point is?
Lex: I wouldn’t want to be reported for flashing your neighbors.
Chaz: No one can see you up on the landing. Ever skinny-dipped?
Lex: No.
I put my guitar aside, and turn out the lights, sinking back against the headboard.
Chaz: You should try it.
My cock twitches, imagining her naked and sliding into the hot, bubbling water.
Chaz: It’s very erotic.
Lex: I suppose it would be.
Chaz: We could do it together.
Lex: You mean, have sex in the hot tub?
Chaz: That wasn’t what I meant. Though, if ur offering, I can be there in, oh, 5 mins flat.
Lex: It wasn’t an offer. . .Yet.
Chaz: No rush. I’m a big fan of foreplay.
The bubbles appear, vanish, then appear again. I close my eyes and wait, just feeling her presence. When my phone pings, there are two messages, and they were worth every fucking second.
Lex: I’ve been thinking about it a lot. About being intimate.
Lex: With you.
Lust bolts straight through me.
Chaz: Does that excite you?
Lex: Yes. But it makes me nervous, too.
Chaz: Both feelings are good.
Lexie: But I don’t know what you like. Do you have a list?
Chaz: As in a written list?
Lex: That would be helpful. Then, I can go over it and ask any questions.
Chaz: Lex, I don’t have a list. U won’t need one.
Lex: But how will I know your preferences? E.g., do you prefer vanilla or rocky road?
I would laugh at the reference, but I know how vulnerable and courageous her question is, considering her past experiences.
Chaz: Sex is mood-driven for me. Sometimes, sweet, creamy vanilla is just what I need. Other times, I want to change it up. Go wild with some rocky road.
Lex: Wild???
Chaz: Figure of speech. I’m turned on the most by my partner’s experience. I want to know what makes you hot, what pleases you.
Lex: No clue. I’m completely out of touch with my body.
I read the frustration and worry between the lines of her message.
Chaz: You might know more than you think. Can we try something?
Lex: What?
Chaz: Do you trust me?
Lex: You know I do.
Chaz: Can I call you? I want to hear your voice.
Lex: Ok
I would have suggested a video call, but I think she’ll be more uninhibited this way.
“Hi,” she answers on the first ring, her voice drowsy as if she’s lying down.
“You in bed?” I ask, my heart thumping in my chest.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Give me a mental image. What are you wearing?”
“Oh, um . . . nothing sexy, if that’s what you mean.”
“If it’s on you, Blue, it’s sexy.”
“You’re sweet.”
My thoughts are far from sweet. “Describe it for me.”
“White cotton pajama shorts with a matching tank top. If it matters, they have little cherries on them.”
“It matters,” I say, picturing her curled beneath the soft, heated blanket, her hair fanned across her pillow, long legs bare and smooth. I imagine the shape of her full, round breasts outlined against the cotton of her tank. The cherries bring to mind two soft mounds of whipped cream.
“What are we going to do?” she whispers.
“I want to ask you some things about the way you react physically to me. Is that okay?”
“I . . . I think so.”
“We can stop any time.”
“All right.”
“Last night, when you felt turned on, what was it that really did it for you?”
“Um . . . it started with the way you . . . kissed me.”
“How did I kiss you?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Take your time. Just say whatever comes to mind.”
She hesitates before replying. “Whenever you kiss me, it’s like I’m gliding through calm waters while at the same time being pulled under by a rip tide. It’s an exciting combination that turns me on but still keeps me safe.”
“Damn, Blue!”
“Did that even make sense?
“Yeah.” So much so my dick is shooting up through my sweats. “How about the way I touched you? What did you like about that?”
Her response is quicker this time and just as descriptive.
“You have big hands; your fingertips are calloused, and that roughness on my skin. . . it made me feel alive.”
Fuck, she’s good at this, but I still ask. “You doing okay, Lex? Can I get more graphic?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I . . . I like this. Ask me anything you want.”
Hell yeah! “How did my hands feel on your breasts?”
“Amazing. I loved the way you squeezed gently, then more firmly. I loved the friction on my nipples.”
“Can you imagine having my mouth on your skin?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” Her response is choppy, almost as if it startles her.
“Your neck?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Would you want me to suck your nipples?”
“That would feel good.”
“Kiss your stomach.”
“There, too.”
“How about sliding my tongue up your long legs? It would take me a while, but what a trip that would be. Think you’d be all right with that?”
“Y-yes. Would you do all that?”
“Baby, I would lick your gorgeous body all over. Feast on every inch like it’s my last meal.”
“Oh.” Her breathy moan fires my blood. I push down the front of my pants and grasp my raging hard-on, giving it a slow stroke. “Are you touching yourself, Blue?”
“I’m afraid I won’t come.”
“You don’t have to come for it to feel good. How about we just talk and touch for the pleasure of it?”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yeah, been hard as stone since we started texting.”
“Wow. Okay. Um. How do you . . . uh . . . touch yourself?”
“I’ll tell you, but first, push up your top and play with your nipples. I want you with me on this.”
“Okay. Ohhh.” She lets out one of those breathy moans.
“Are you doing it?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“How are you touching them?”
“Um. Rubbing them with my thumbs and uh . . . tugging them with my fingers.”
“Fuck, Lex.”
“Your turn.”
“I’m shirtless and twisting one nipple with my hand and fisting my cock with the other. A tight grip, but my movements are slow, from the base to the tip, up and down, building the pleasure.”
“God, Chaz. That sounds hot.”
“I’m burning up.” But my hand isn’t enough. I want her. “Talk to me, baby. Do you think about me when you’re in bed?”
“All the time,” she whispers.
“Tell me.”
“I . . . I pull a pillow against my body and push another one between my legs. They’re too soft, but I like having them there while wishing it was you.”
“Christ,” I groan. “Are you wet?”
“So wet.”
I increase my speed as the vision takes hold—a hot, lusty vision. Her tits poking out beneath her top, fingers plucking those perky tips. Eyes dark and heavy. Skin flushed. I inhale a few breaths, about to shoot all over my hand, and I’m just getting started. “Know what I want to do?”
“What?” she whispers.
“Lick and suck on your nipples, set you on fire. Then spread open your legs—” Images flash in my head like hot sparks.
“Bury my face in your sweet, glistening pussy. Lick you up and down until you’re writhing, creaming.
You’ll be so turned on your juices will be dripping down your thighs.
I’ll lick those up, too. Can you feel it, baby? My tongue on you, inside of you?”
“Yes,” she moans, and I jerk my cock faster, the pressure building up like steam in a kettle.
“I’ll bend you over the arm of the couch with that gorgeous ass up in the air, the head of my cock at the entrance of your slit.
I’ll tease you some more, dragging it across your clit.
And only when you’re chasing it, begging for me to fill you, will I slide my cock inside, watching it disappear into your heat while you thrust back and forth, fucking yourself on me, your pussy tightening around me. You, screaming my name.”
“Oh my God.”
“My name, baby. Let me hear it.”
“Chaz,” she gasps.
“Fuck!” I squeeze the base of my shaft, my balls aching, about to explode. “I’m going to come if we don’t stop.”
The air fills with the rasps of our breathing. My pulse hammers through my veins.
“Could you really have come?” Her question is just above a whisper.
“Hell, yes.” I struggle to find a coherent thought. “I have before just thinking about you. I get so fucking hard that I need to get off. That’s what you do to me.”
“Then why not tonight?”
“Because that’s not what this was about. It was about talking and feeling good, going at your pace. How was that for you?”
“Amazing.” She pulls in a breath and exhales a soft sigh. “I think I’m going to enjoy exploring with you.”
“I can’t wait to get you wet again.”
Her laugh is breathy. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, Blue. Sleep well, hugging those pillows until I get there.”
“I will. Night, Chaz.”
“Night.”
She blows a kiss into the phone and disconnects. I lean back and close my eyes. I’m still hard and hurting, but despite the state of my body, I feel calm and fulfilled.
That’s the last thought I remember before waking in the morning. The first thing I do is message her:
Chaz: Pop by later and have coffee with me.
Chaz: P.S. Last night was incredible.
Remembering every detail, I grow hard. More than just morning wood.
I toss off the sheet and quickly step into the shower.
As the hot water hits me, I fuck my soapy hand, imagining how it would be to have her spread open for me, my face between her legs.
Within seconds I come on a long, groan of release. And Lexie’s name is on my lips.