Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
LUKE
Listening intently, I asked, “What’s haunting you?”
“Too many things to count.”
I was surprised she admitted that to me, thinking she’d revert the questions back to me like she usually did. I needed to know more. I wanted to know everything.
Unable to resist, I dug a little deeper into the pot I was trying to stir.
“You didn’t have one this weekend.”
“Yeah… it’s the first time I haven’t in years without taking sleeping pills.”
I tried to play it off unfazed, not wanting her to shut me out again. I was aware if I kept pushing, she’d hard stop on me.
Instead of continuing this interrogation, I decided to lighten the moment.
“We can have a slumber party anytime you want.”
“I’ll remember that. So what are you wearing?”
I grinned against the phone. “Briefs and a smile.”
“Well, that’s a deadly combination.”
“What are you wearin’?”
Seconds later, she FaceTimed me, and I accepted, seeing her pretty little face on my screen.
“Hi,” she greeted, lying naked in her bathtub.
I could faintly see her nipples through the bubbles in the water. She must have leaned her phone against something because her hands were free.
“Midnight baths, huh?”
“It helps me sleep or at least settle if I don’t want to take my sleeping pills.”
“You take them every night?”
“When I actually want to sleep through the night. They knock me out, but it’s Ambien, so you know how that goes.”
“That shit gives me wicked dreams.”
“It’s a side effect sometimes. I try not to take them more than a few times a week.”
“You don’t like to sleep through the night?” I teased.
“I don’t like to depend on anything except music.”
“You have quite a gift there, darlin’.”
“Thanks.” She played with bubbles in the water, avoiding eye contact as she continued, “My mom loves music. I guess you could say I get it from her. She had me listening to the classics when she was pregnant with me. I have a huge record collection because of her. I even own a Life of Debauchery Album and a few Skyler Bell ones too.”
I smiled. “You a fan?”
“Of your niece being the daughter of a legend and your aunt being an icon, of course.”
I smiled again. “That’s good to hear.”
“Do you have a close relationship with them?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Cash McGraw was my sister’s best friend growin’ up. They were always together, drivin’ my old man wild.”
“I bet. Your sister is stunning. The press loves her.”
“They always have, but I guess when you’re married to a retired NFL quarterback, that’ll happen.”
“What’s it like growing up in the limelight?”
“It had its ups and downs.”
“I bet.”
“Enough about me. I want to hear about you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Tell me?—”
She swept her fingers along her pouty lips in such a seductive way that rendered me speechless. I didn’t have time to contemplate where she was going with this because she slowly started moving her hand down her chest. She sat up, and I could see her completely topless now.
My cock immediately got hard.
Looking into the camera in the most erotic way, she ordered, “I want to watch you stroke your dick to me.”
“Is that right?”
“If I were there with you, I’d take the head of your cock, and I’d start kissing and licking around the edges, want to taste your pre-cum.”
The fact that she was using her body to get out of answering my questions would probably become her go-to card.
Giving her the reaction she sought, I baited, “Then what?”
Playing with her tits, she added in a lust-filled tone, “I’d get it nice and wet so that my lips were able to fit around it as I’d slowly suck you in my mouth.”
“Hmm…” I groaned. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
With a heated expression, she perched herself onto the edge of her Jacuzzi tub.
“Spread your legs for me, darlin’.”
She didn’t have to be told twice, and I pulled down my briefs, freeing my rock-hard dick.
She breathed deeply at the sight of me. It was the first time she had seen my cock, and by the look on her face, she was very impressed. She licked her lips.
“Touch that pretty pussy for me, and then put your fingers in your mouth and tell me what you taste like.”
She gleamed with delight, enjoying every second of this. I hadn’t had phone sex since fucking high school, and in the grand scheme of things, this was second-base bullshit, but with her…
It was addicting.
I couldn’t say no to her.
And I didn’t want to.
I wanted to watch her fuck herself as I stroked my dick to her like she was my own personal virtual girl.
“Mmm…” she moaned when she touched the inside of her cunt.
She rubbed her clit back and forth a couple of times, and my cock jolted in my grasp. Her breathing elevated as I stroked my dick to her. She brought her fingers back up to her mouth and tasted herself.
“Salty sweetness,” she told me.
“I want to watch what you do to yourself when you think of me. Show me.
Her fingers once again found her clit, moving them in a slow circle until her legs spread farther.
Until she was moaning.
Until her head fell back.
Until all I could see were her tits bounce and her pussy get nice and fucking wet.
I stroked harder, faster, imagining I was the one who was finger fucking her.
“Yeah, darlin’, just like that…”
She was so goddamn sexy, and I couldn’t wait until she was mine.
DUCHESS
“Oh fuck…” I panted.
I could hear he was on the verge of coming but wanted to wait for me. I leaned against the back tile of my bathtub, needing the support to hold me up. It was easier to slide my fingers deep inside me. Watching him come apart through hooded eyes, I rocked my hips, trying to create more friction.
He stroked it up and down, pre-cum flowing loosely now. I sucked in my bottom lip, wishing I could taste it and swallow it.
“I wish it were your cock I was riding…”
“You wanna be a good girl? You wanna be my little good girl and come for me when I tell you to?”
“Tell me…”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Oh God… please… please…” I shamelessly begged, exactly how he wanted me to.
“Take your other hand and rub that bright pink clit, just dyin’ to be touched.”
I did. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come…” I repeated over and over again. “Luke…” I moaned, making the sound from deep in the back of my throat.
“Look at me when you come for me.”
I watched with a heavy-lidded gaze as his dick exploded all over his stomach. It was the most passionate experience to come at the same time, and we weren’t even touching. It was another level of intimacy I didn’t expect to enjoy as much as I did with him.
We both lay there, catching our breath.
He was the first to break the silence after cleaning himself off and tucking his dick back into his briefs.
“Not exactly what I had in mind when you called me, but I’m not complainin’.”
I shook my head. “You know we’re doing this all ass-backwards, right?”
“Eh.” He shrugged. “Rules are made to be broken.”
I chuckled, feeling spent. I fell back into my tub to wash off.
“When do I get to see you again?” he asked, making me feel like the only girl in the world.
“You tell me.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow, and we can plan a sleepover.”
Half serious, I joked, “Should I bring condoms?”
He laughed, throwing his head back. “Trust me, darlin’, I have that taken care of, but rest assured, Duchess.” Looking deep into the phone, he proclaimed, “Until you tell me your name, you don’t get cock.”
With that, he hung up.
I stayed in my bubble bath until the water ran cold and my skin was all pruned. When I got into bed, I looked around my room, and for the first time since moving in, I wished someone were lying beside me.
Not someone…
Luke Jameson.