Chapter Ten #4
She did that clicking thing with her tongue, and he’d bet his Vanquish an eyeroll came with it.
“No booty calls. No showing up at my apartment. I won’t show up at yours.
Our personal lives will remain separate.
No calls, texts, or emails unless it’s to cancel or schedule a new event, like you did last Tuesday night.
I believe you spelled it out well that first day.
‘No strings. No expectations.’ So we’ll only be doing bases—”
“Running bases or advancing bases, though technically, I’ll be doing you.”
“Whatever, though technically or hypothetically, there won’t be any ‘doing’ if you’re going to be crude about it.”
“There’s my Jo.”
She sighed. “Anyway, during our fake dates, it’s first base only, same as today, but once I’m off the clock, we’ll see how far you get.”
He could work with that. Second wasn’t far from third, and he’d corner that base all the way to home plate.
“I’d like to add an addendum,” she continued.
“Of course, you would.”
“While we’re in this, you can’t be whoring all over town. No other women. I won’t have you jumping out of someone else’s bed to crawl into mine. I won’t be second choice if someone better comes along. It’s four weeks. Can you handle that?”
“No problem.” He’d been celibate since the day they met at the diner to hammer out their deal, and he looked forward to the challenge. In fact… “How about a little pre-game warm up?”
“I’m afraid the bases are the extent of my baseball analogies. What exactly are you proposing?”
“You’re in bed. I’m in bed. We’re on the phone...”
“Phone sex?” She laughed. “So now we’ve moved into fake fucking?”
“Not the way I do it.” He smiled. “Trust me, Legs. I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll be making booty calls instead of cookies.”
“Hmph, how will you know whether or not I’m faking an orgasm? I’ve done it before, lots of times.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sort of. Jo sure as fuck didn’t deserve to be left dissatisfied, but he didn’t want to think about fucking Murdick making her fall apart. “But don’t worry. You’ll never have to fake it with me.”
“Okay, so tell me how this pre-game warm up works.”
“It’s simple. I play with the bat and balls, and you—”
“I don’t have that equipment.”
“No, baby, you have the glove, and I want all five fingers crammed into it.”
She mumbled something that sounded like, “Not gonna happen,” before a low buzz saturated his ears.
He groaned as the sound reverberated through his balls. Legs with a fucking vibrator? That fantasy alone would get him through four weeks. But he had other plans for tonight. “Turn it off.”
“But—”
“You have your rules. I have mine.”
More grumbling, but the buzzing stopped.
“Good girl. Now, take off your clothes.”
She snorted. “Puh-leeze.”
Avery chuckled. “I should have known you’re not into good girl kink, but this only works if you do exactly as I say.”
Despite her petulance, a quick swish of material emphasized three things—she didn’t sleep naked, what she did wear didn’t amount to much, and she’d obeyed his command. Not that he was into D/s play either. Eh, maybe just a little, in situations like tonight.
“I’m down to my earbuds, I swear.”
“Awe, Legs, you’re killing me. I don’t suppose you’d switch to a video call, would you?”
“Nice try, but I don’t trust you not to take screen shots.”
“Okay, moving on. Do you have any fantasies?”
“Not really.”
“We’ll work on that. For now, close your eyes and picture me standing at the foot of your bed.
” Closing his own, he imagined Jo lying in his bed, her body, creamy skin a contrast to the black duvet, her hair splayed around her head like fire in a midnight sky.
“The lights are on, and I can see every beautiful inch of you. I’m bricked up. ”
“Your stroking yourself,” she whispered, the heat in her voice charging his blood.
That she’d jumped right into the fantasy surprised him. That she included him so quickly made him wonder if it wasn’t the first time. Naughty girl.
“Yes, I am.” He ached to rectify the lie, but he needed to focus on her for a beat. “I want you to touch yourself, too, but only where I tell you to.”
“Oops.”
“Explain oops. Where are you touching?”
“Where do you think?”
His dick kicked toward the ceiling. Another bead of pre-cum trickled over the head and down the shaft. “We’re not there yet, baby.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Jo,” he warned. “Put your hands to your sides until I tell you or we’re done.”
Twin thuds and a sigh gave him the go ahead. “Put the fingers you had in your pussy in your mouth and suck on them while I fuck my hand. Do you taste yourself?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He clenched his fists tighter as the sound of sucking tugged at the frayed thread of his resolve. Jesus, he hoped he got to third base soon. His whole body pulsed with the need to fuck her mouth.
“Trail your wet fingers to your breast.” He inhaled a breath and let it out slowly as he pictured the soft mounds of flesh and the rosy peaks. “Paint your nipple.”
A breathy sigh made him smile.
“Now, spread your legs so I can see that pretty pussy.”
She gasped. Or was that the hiss of her legs sliding across the sheets?
“That’s it, baby, but give me more. Wedge your heels against your ass and let them fall open, like the wings of a butterfly. Let me see how wet you are.”
A moan overrode the slide of sheets this time, but he heard it. She was deep into the fantasy he wove. He dove in after her, saw her clutching the duvet with one hand, fingers plucking at her nipple with the other.
“I need to touch myself,” she half-complained/half-begged, her words raspier than usual. “Want to come.”
“Soon.” Very soon. She was fucking killing him. He had to move them along. “I’m on the bed now, kneeling to worship your hot, wet cunt. So pink, and damn, Legs, you’re fucking drenched. Your little button is plump and ready.”
“I can…feel your warmth. You’re close…sitting back on you heels…your knees tucked under my legs. If you went off right now…you’d come between my legs.”
Electricity snapped through his groin, tingling at the root of his cock. Jesus Christ, she was good at this.
“Would you like that?” Grasping his dick, he ran his thumb over the head, using the fluid to lube his next hard pull. “For me to paint your pussy with cum?”
“Mmm, yes.”
Avery groaned. He would never have thought Jo liked dirty talk. “Yeah, you’re a dirty girl.”
“And you’re a fuckboy.”
“A fuckboy who’s gonna frost your tits. Show them to me.
Lift them. Squeeze. Rub your thumbs over your nipples.
” He paused to give her time to enjoy the sensation.
“Now, pinch and roll them. Imagine I’m sucking them.
” Another pause, another deep inhale and a long slow exhale. “Easy or hard? How do you like it?”
“Slow and easy. Light, not hard.”
Listening to her breathe, the escalation, the depth, Avery learned what she liked and measured every inhale, every exhale, before moving on to the next stage of seduction.
“On the next roll, pinch a bit harder than you’re used to. Harder. And again, until you feel—”
“Ahhhhh—unh…fuck.”
“That’s it, baby. You’re fucking beautiful.” Avery pumped in time with Jo, or at least what he imagined. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes. Need…more.”
So did he. “Slide one hand down your belly to your pussy but stop at the top of your mound. Take your time getting there, enjoy the feel of your fingers on your skin.”
In his mind, he watched Jo skim her fingers over her soft belly. It contracted, then relaxed as she circled her belly button. At the rise of her pubic bone, she stopped.
He wanted to ask if she was bare or whether she’d encounter wet curls, but he was afraid to ruin the moment.
“Ease your middle finger between those swollen lips and over your clit. Make a circle. Easy, baby, not so fast. Keep it light and slow. Now, dip into that pussy and paint your little button with your juices.”
The image of her fingers sinking in and coming out wet nearly undid him. Maybe he should have let her play with her toys. Thinking about her pussy crammed full of a fucking dildo…
He pumped faster. “Fuck, I need both hands working that pussy. I need you fucking your fingers, at least three deep.”
“Feels so good.” She hissed, air sawing in and out, jagged, matching his vision of her pistoning fingers. “God, Avery, I’m…so…close.”
“Me, too, baby. You’re so hot. I want to fuck you hard.”
A spark lit in the base of his lower spine. Knees bent, she dug her heels into the bed. Her hips bucked off the bed, meeting the thrust of her fingers. Her tits bounced. “Need…faster.”
“Do it. Work that button.”
Lips parted, eyes fluttering, she thrashed, then craned her head, every muscle in her body going tight. “I…oh, god…Avery.”
“Come for me, Jo. Soak your fingers with cream.” God, he’d give anything to see her for real, right now.
The cry that tore from her throat—feral, ragged, feminine, soft—ripped through him like a firestorm on steroids.
“Fuck, Jo. Fuck. Fuck.” Heat burst from low in his spine, spread to his balls, and shot through his dick. His mind went numb as cum jetted in ribbons across his abs and chest.
As the orgasm faded, he pictured her one last time, flushed and breathless, staring up at him with glazed blue eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips, he knew he’d never be satisfied with fake fucking. And before this thing was over, he’d have her in his bed.
“Next time,” he said, “I’ll lick every last drop from your pussy.”
“We’ll see,” she said on a long sigh. “Goodnight, Avery.”
He smiled. “Goodnight, Jo.”