18. Austin #2
“‘Poor girl,’ I cooed, settling my shoulders between her thighs. Heat radiated from her skin, her abdomen trembling wildly as I took my time leaning in. ‘Do you want your clit licked? Do you need me to make this pretty little pussy come?’”
A small, almost inaudible whimper bleeds through the speaker of my phone, but I pretend I didn’t hear it, continuing.
“Hope’s fingers twisted into the sheets at her sides, her head nodding frantically.
“‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘I’ve waited years to have you this way. Please make me feel good. I need you.’
“That’s all it took for me to lean in, licking a hot line from the back of her slit to the front.
Her hips bucked at the contact, pressing her delicious center against my tongue.
She tasted incredible, like the sweetest berries I’d ever had, mixed with her.
I knew right then that I was already addicted, just by the way my cock throbbed against the mattress in response.
“‘Good girl, Hope,’ I praised, pulling her swollen clit between my teeth before sinking one long, thick finger inside her. She clenched around it immediately, her inner walls fluttering as she rose toward the summit.”
Paris’ breathing becomes heavier—louder—with every word, and I know she’s either touching herself, or even worse, worked up and feeling like she can’t. The thought of her aching feels like a knife right to the chest, and I can’t hold my tongue any longer.
“Baby,” I rasp, my voice tight and full of gravel. “Are you turned on right now?”
She doesn’t reply at first, taking several long seconds to consider my words. I wonder if maybe I should’ve just kept going like I didn’t notice the desperate sounds she was making over there, but I couldn’t do it without being sure she was taken care of—even if I can’t do it myself.
“I…” she says, pausing for a moment. My heart hammers against its enclosure, heat pooled between my legs as my erection rages behind the towel. “Is it bad if I am?” Her voice is so small and unsure, and immediately, I feel the need to destroy every negative thought in her beautiful, innocent mind.
“Listen to me, Paris,” I demand firmly. “There’s nothing bad about wanting to feel pleasure.
Did somebody tell you there was?” It’s absolutely none of my business what she’s done in the past, but I also know that she’s probably inexperienced for a reason—one that has nothing to do with herself and everything to do with the people who surrounded her.
She blows out a resigned breath, and I can hear her swallow anxiously, even through the phone.
“I don’t know if my brother has ever told you about our upbringing, but our parents preached purity to us from a very young age.
Not quite as much for him, since he was a boy, but they placed a lot of value on me remaining chaste until marriage.
They never had the sex talk with either of us.
They thought that, if they did, we’d get ideas and run off with them. ”
That’s the most ridiculous ideology I’ve ever heard, but it tracks with what I know of purity culture.
I hear some rustling on her end, then she continues.
“Memphis wasn’t an angel in high school, by any means, but I tried my hardest. I wasn’t really allowed to date until eleventh grade, and even then, they had to approve.
Since they were close with Braxton’s family, they allowed us to see each other, but with our limited knowledge about sex and how to be safe, it wasn’t long before our raging hormones got us into trouble.
“I got pregnant the night I lost my virginity and was all but forced into marrying him just a handful of months later. But even as husband and wife, the topic of sex was still very taboo. We didn’t talk about it much, and when we did, there was a huge disconnect.
It made me feel like I was dirty or wrong for wanting more, so I stopped bringing it up.
That’s kind of how I got into romance books.
I could leave them lying around with their sweet-looking covers, and he never suspected that I was vicariously living through the characters.
Not only did they have partners who were head-over-heels obsessed with them, but they got to experience all the things I never would. ”
Fuck. This gorgeous, curious girl deserves the world. And I want to be the man who shatters everything she’s ever known to give it to her.
“They were wrong, sweetheart,” I tell her. “You deserve all the pleasure you can handle, just like the people in your books. There’s no shame in wanting that. As a matter of fact, I think it’s so fucking sexy that you get turned on when you read.”
“Really?” she replies, her tone laced with uncertainty.
“Absolutely. It makes me so hard to think about you getting wet while you imagine the characters making each other feel good.”
She’s silent for a beat, a soft, shaky breath echoing through the speaker. “Are you… Are you hard right now?”
Reaching down, I find myself still semi-erect.
The heavy conversation had my brain elsewhere, but it only takes a few languid passes of my palm over the soft terry cloth to have my cock thickening underneath.
Her quiet yet accelerating pants only ramp up my arousal, until I’m pulling the towel away to reveal my long, thick shaft.
“Yeah, baby. I’m hard. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she breathes, the response barely a whisper. I can hear the need behind it, so I take a chance to see if she’s willing to go further with me.
“Touch yourself for me, Paris. Make that sweet, aching pussy feel so good.”
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “Your mouth. It’s—” She cuts herself off, but I continue because clearly, it’s doing something for her.
“It’s fucking filthy, Baby Girl. Now, rub your clit while I jerk myself off to the thought of you.”
She sucks in a quick hit of oxygen, and I hear the rustling of her comforter as she pushes it down the bed.
A moment later, I know she’s doing exactly as she was told when a soft moan fills the empty room.
Immediately, I wrap my fingers around my cock, groaning loudly as a bolt of pleasure shoots straight to my balls.
“Good girl,” I praise, stroking myself in time with her needy whimpers, noticing how they grow louder at my words.
If I had to guess, I’d say she’s never been spoken to this way, and the fact that she seems to really enjoy it has possession roaring through my veins like hot lava.
Having one of Paris’ firsts—or more than one since I’m assuming phone sex is new to her, as well—is a fucking honor.
I want to blow her mind and show her that she can trust me to take care of her.
“You sound so fucking sexy. Does it feel good?”
“Mhmm,” she hums. “I wish you were here with me.”
“Me too, gorgeous,” I reply, fire licking up my spine as my orgasm blooms to life.
“Although, there’s not a chance in hell you’d be touching yourself if I was.
Those cute little wrists of yours would be bound to the headboard, and my tongue would be buried inside your cunt.
Fuck, I’d give anything to taste how horny you are for me right now. ”
“D-do you like doing that?” she asks. “It isn’t a hassle?
I thought…” The question has me ready to shoot off the bed, hard dick and all, so I can find her ex and tell him what a piece of shit he is for putting these thoughts into her head.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that her parents made her feel shame, but they passed her off to a man who made it a million times worse.
I’m here now, though, ready to erase every ounce of bullshit they force-fed her for far too long.
“Stop thinking, Paris,” I growl, twisting my fist around my erection.
My eyes roll back, my hips lifting off the mattress as I chase my release.
“I could spend hours—fucking weeks—with my head between your thighs. I’d make you come until you cried, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Giving you pleasure will never be a hassle to me.
Whatever you want, it’s yours. Do you understand? ”
“I understand.”
“Atta girl. Now, let’s get back to making you feel good. I want you to get the tips of your fingers wet,” I instruct. “You can lick them or dip them inside your pussy. Whatever it takes to make them nice and slick for me. Can you do that?”
She hums her affirmation, and I don’t ask which one of the two she’s chosen, because either way, I’m fucking jealous. Whether she’s tasting herself or sinking her fingers into the heaven between her thighs, it’s killing me not to be there to witness it. Or better yet, to feel it for myself.
“They’re wet,” she murmurs, the words still quiet and shy. I’m sure she’ll become more confident as she breaks the chains of her sexuality, but for now, I’m more than happy to take the lead.
“Such a good listener,” I compliment, not missing the way her breath catches when I do.
I have to pinch the head of my cock for a beat to stave off my release because fuck if I don’t love how reactive she is.
I can’t wait for the day that I can whisper all these words into her ear, watching as the adorable flush I love so much crawls from her cheeks all the way down to the places of her body I’m dying to see the most.
When I’m sure I’ve gotten myself under control, I resume my slow, languid strokes, giving her more direction. “Eyes closed, baby. Rub your clit again, but this time, I want you to imagine my tongue instead of your fingers. Not too fast, though. Just a light tease while I work you up.”
“Fuck,” she chokes out. “Austin. I want you.”