37. Dalton
THIRTY-SEVEN
DALTON
DYING OF BLUE BALLS AND brOKEN DREAMS…
I released a heavy, long-held breath, my stomach churning with a mix of frustration and disappointment that Ari hadn’t responded yet.
My head hit the starchy pillow as I flopped back onto the hotel bed, shoving another artificially flavored orange and yellow ring into my mouth. Sugar coating my chest.
Jimenez had invited me out with the guys, but I’d told them to head out without me. Now I was starting to regret it because at least it would have distracted me from Ari’s radio silence.
Just go. There’s no need to stay here and wallow over the fact that she’s not answering.
God, I was pathetic. What did I think was going to happen? That she was going to ca?—
My phone buzzed, Ari’s name flashing across the top. It wasn’t just a phone call…she was Facetiming me.
“Ari?”
It took me a second to realize she was calling me from my bathroom. She stood, wrapped in one of my towels, her bare skin peeking out from beneath the white, fluffy fabric in a way that had my blood rushing south.
“Dalton, how the hell do I work this damn thing? Am I supposed to have an engineering degree to turn it on? ” she whisper-yelled, blowing a strand of hair out of her face with a huff.
Those pretty brown eyes peered at me from the screen, hair teasing the exposed skin of her collarbone. The dim light softened the edges of her features, making her look ethereal.
It took me a second to process what she was saying, too mesmerized by how fucking sexy she was.
“Quit smiling at me like that.” She rolled her eyes. I hadn’t even realized I was, and for some reason, that only made the smile grow. “Are you going to tell me or make me stand here all night?”
Right. Shower.
I chuckled when it all clicked into place. “It’s going to cost you, Sunshine,” I said, tucking an arm behind my head.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Thatcher?”
“Drop the towel.”
She hesitated, gnawing on that bottom lip that always tasted like strawberries. For a second, I didn’t think she was going to do it, but then the white fabric fell away, and the sight of the curve of her breasts had my cock stirring. “There, happy?”
“Not even a little. I can’t see anything,” I complained, tilting the screen like that would help see more of her body.
She smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Next time, be more specific that you’re trying to see me naked. Now, cough up the information.”
Oh, if she wanted me to spell out specifically what I wanted from her, I would.
“I don’t think I will,” I said instead, loving the way her mouth fell open. “I mean, I am the one who knows how to work the shower, which means I have the bargaining power here.”
Her pouty lips fell open, her chest swelling with a deep breath, and I swore her pupils dilated.
“What do you want then, Thatcher?” Her breathy tone has my cock leaking in my underwear.
Fuck.
I motioned for her to lower the camera with my fingers, and she complied, revealing more of her gorgeous tanned skin, stopping right when her nipples started to come into the frame. She would cock-tease me like that.
An honest to god growl came out of my mouth. “You know I want to see more of your perfect body.”
“I’m just matching what you’re showing me.”
For the first time since answering, I realized what I was wearing—or, more accurately, not wearing. I dragged my eyes up from my bare chest slowly, catching the way she mimicked the movement.
“Are you asking for me to show you more, Sunshine? You want to see if I’m hard?”
Her throat bobbed, her bottom lip firmly between her teeth as she nodded. Who was I to deny the lady? I angled the camera down lower, pulling out my cock. “Because I don’t mind showing you exactly what you do to me.”
Her glossy lips parted, and I groaned at the sight .
“Fuck, I want those lips wrapped around me.” I let my head fall back. When I looked back, she had her camera pointed down more, giving me a clear view of her perfect tits. “They look as good as they felt in my hands,” I said, wrapping my fingers around my shaft and pumping up and down.
“Oh god…” Her moaned whisper came out muffled through the speaker. “I’m supposed to be showering, not doing...this.”
“We don’t have to do this, baby,” I said, voice softening as I angled the camera away. “You know I was only teasing—you’re one hundred percent in charge here. Say the word, and I’ll tell you how to turn the water on and hang up. I don’t ever think I’m entitled to your body, Ariella. It doesn’t matter how many things we’ve done or what we never do, every time you will have the final say.”
Something flashed in her eyes, too fast for me to catch, but it looked a lot like gratitude. “I’m not ready to hang up yet,” she said, her voice going low, and she left me speechless by propping her phone up in one of the wall crevices of my shower, giving me a full frontal view of her gorgeous body. “How are you using that bargaining power now, Thatcher?” Her voice was husky, like a siren’s song.
“Slide that finger through the mess I know you’ve made.”
“So confident,” she said with a smirk, but did as I said.
“Show me, Sunshine. Show me how fucking wet you are for me.” Who the hell am I?
I liked sex as much as the next guy, but this? Watching Ari touch herself over facetime as I fucked my hand? This was something completely new .
She held up her fingers, the slick sheen shining under the bathroom lights. And it was like she read my damn mind, raising those glossy fingertips to her lips and closing around them.
A rumbled noise brewed in my chest. “Show me, baby, show me what you’d do if that were my cock.”
Goddamn. My hips bucked as I watched her follow instructions, reaching her pointer and middle finger deep into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.
“What a good fucking girl,” I moaned, watching as she fucked her mouth with her fingers, tasting her arousal. Every tiny whimper had me growing harder, and my tongue felt heavy with the need to trace a path down her body.
“Now touch that needy clit, Sunshine.”
Her fingers made a wet sound as she dragged them from her mouth. Saliva glistened on her torso as he trailed her hand down her body before dipping them back between her legs. A small moan echoed through the phone the moment she circled her clit, making my cock twitch in my hands. Those noises were better than any crowd cheering.
I matched her pace, eager to watch her fall apart again, even if I couldn’t be the one to do it this time.“Just like that, baby,” I said, watching her other hand come up to pull on her pebbled nipples.
Ari’s eyes popped open, searching for mine.
“Are you doing this too?” The question came out in heady pants, but there was no missing the thread of vulnerability.
“I’m right here with you, darlin’.” I angled the phone so it captured my hand working over my cock before dipping down to tug at my balls, and we both moaned.
My eyes were fixed on her fingers, mesmerized by how they circled and dipped, seeking out her climax.
She was close. We both were.
Lust shot down my spine, remembering how the last time I came, it was on her body.
“Fuck, I love watching you touch yourself.” The corner of her mouth pulled up. “If I were there with you, I’d lick and suck that needy pussy of yours. Stretch and fill you with my fingers.” My pace picked up, matching her frantic movements. There was no way either of us could last much longer.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, eyes closed as her head rocked back and forth.
“Open those pretty eyes, baby.” I smiled when she obeyed the command. “I want to watch you come, soak those fingers as you ride them.”
Her mouth dropped open, my name tumbling out as she came. Just hearing the pleasure in her voice was enough to send me over the edge. Cum landed on my lower abs, but all I could picture was it dripping down her pussy and how she’d lapped it off her fingers.
Fuck .
If this was what it felt like to mess around with Ari, I needed to know what it was like to be balls deep inside her. To experience her pussy stretched around my cock, all wet and warm. Truthfully, I may not survive it.
Here lies Dalton. Killed by sex that was too hot to handle.
“Earth to, Thatcher. You still with us? ”
Ariella’s voice pulled me from my post-climax haze. Her lazy smile told me she was in the same state of bliss. I loved that she was still fully on display. Part of me had been worried that she might revert back to covering up. She had a tendency to run from me the moment we got too close, which was fine. I’d chase after her until she was ready to stop.
“No. I’m pretty sure I died and went to heaven.” I furrowed my brows. “No, that can’t be right. You’d be in bed with me if I were in heaven.”
She rolled her eyes, fighting to hide her laugh. “So, have I earned learning how to turn on this shower?”
“Oh, babe, you’ve earned whatever the fuck you want after that,” I said, loving the way her cheeks were tinged with pink. “It’s not that complicated. One knob is for the temperature, one is for the body sprays, and the other is for the pressure of the sprays. Let me see you turn them on.”
The sound of water, followed by a squeal of delight, filtered through the phone.
She came back into frame, her mouth opening and closing a few times. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know what the protocol is for ending a phone call like that.”
I chuckled. “You’re asking the wrong person because I’ve never done something like that.”
“I like knowing I’m the first,” she said with a smile, shifting from one foot to another.
“The only. You’ll be the only, Ari.”