Chapter 17
I send off the message before I can talk myself out of it and toss my phone onto the mattress beside me face down. Why I sent the text, I have no idea but now I’m wondering if it was a mistake.
It’s gone midnight and I’ve been tossing and turning for hours, my racing mind refusing to slow down enough for me to go to sleep.
I pick up my phone and see the message has been read and my heart stutters in my chest as I watch the three little dots appear as the bottom of the screen.
My phone buzzes with a reply.
I stifle a laugh as I shoot off another message.
He replies back quickly followed closely by a second message.
My belly flutters. Why do I like it when he uses that nickname?
I stare at the screen, waiting for those dots to appear as he types out a response, but they don’t come. Instead, my phone starts to ring, Killian’s name flashing bright across my screen and I panic, almost dropping my phone onto my face.
Shit.
I answer the call. “Hello?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” he asks.
“Why are you calling me?”
“Because it takes two hands to text and my other is otherwise engaged.”
“Why, what are you doing with the oth—?” The words die on my tongue. It doesn’t take a genius to guess exactly what that hand is doing in the middle of the night.
“You really wanna know?” I don’t miss the suggestive playfulness in his voice.
“Sure.”
A moment later, my phone buzzes with an incoming photo and I’m hesitant to open it, but inevitably curiosity gets the better of me.
“Oh,” is all I can say as I stare at the photo.
It’s a picture of him lying in bed among his crumpled white sheets, the camera angled down his body. He’s naked except for the black boxers he’s wearing, his right hand disappearing beneath the cotton, gripping his visibly very hard, very long cock that’s tenting his underwear.
It looks… huge.
Arousal zaps through my body, heat pooling low in my belly, but I’m not going to let on how much the thought of him touching himself affects me.
“Am I supposed to be impressed? See, you talk a big game, Killian, but now I’m not so sure you can deliver. It’s smaller than I thought it would be.” I tease.
Did I really just say that?
“Were you not listening the other day, butterfly? There’s nothing small about me.” There’s a short pause before he continues, and even through the brief silence and despite us only being connected through the phone, I feel a shift in the atmosphere. “Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”
He catches me off guard. “What?”
“Just tell me.”
“I—I can’t,” I stammer.
“Why not?”
My heart thunders as I bite my lower lip, wondering if I should even say what I’m thinking out loud. “Because I’m not wearing anything.”
It’s true, I’m as naked as the day I was born. Long gone are my pyjamas that are somewhere on the floor at the side of the bed.
He sucks in a breath. “You can’t say shit like that to me, butterfly. That mental image alone ensures I won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
With my heart racing, I shuffle across the bed until I’m kneeling on the edge opposite the full length mirror on the wall.
I’m cast in the soft glow of my lampshade.
There is no way I’m sending him a nude photo, so instead, I drag my crisp white bed sheet across and drape it over me, covering my breasts, but leaving a little side-boob on show and let the sheet fall between my spread thighs, leaving my legs bare.
“You still there?” he asks.
I can’t ignore the tingle of excitement that settles in my belly, the rush of heat that spreads between my legs. I’ve never done anything like this, and as I gaze at my reflection, I’m surprised to find I like what I see.
I look… Sexy.
“I’m still here.”
I muss up my hair a little before I pull up my camera app, holding my phone high enough to cover most of my face and snap a photo, hitting send before I chicken out like a coward.
Fuck. Did I really just do that?
I settle back down into bed and put the phone back up to my ear, waiting for his response.
“Fuck me, Kaia,” Killian groans a few seconds later, the sound has my pussy clenching. “Do you have any idea how hard I am right now?”
He lets out another sound, it’s deep and throaty and the simmering heat between my thighs erupts into a full-blown inferno. He’s turned on by me, the thought sends a thrill through my body.
It excites me.
“Are you… still touching yourself?” I ask quietly.
“Fuck yes, and I want you to do the same.”
I hesitate. “I—I’m not sure if I can.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve tried, you know, to make myself… come. Like, it’s there and I’m right on the edge but I can never quite get there,” I admit.
“Tonight you will, I’ll make sure of it, because tonight’s different. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve got me.”
I can’t describe the feeling that spreads through me hearing his words.
“I’m gonna talk, and you’re gonna listen. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
I whimper. His deep husky voice has my thighs pressing together to suppress the ache building there.
He chuckles. “A little praise kink, huh? We’re gonna have to explore that.” There’s a promise in his words and I can’t fucking wait. “Now close your eyes,” he tells me.
Letting my eyelids flutter closed, I relax my body and settle further into my pillow and the soft material of my sheets that feel like silk against my bare skin.
“I want you to reach down and tease those nipples for me.”
Placing my phone on the pillow next to my ear, I follow his instruction, reaching down and dusting my fingertips over the hardened points of my breasts and a gasp slips free.
“That’s it, make them nice and hard,” he encourages.
I squeeze my breasts, they’re full and heavy in my hand as I switch between rubbing and tweaking my nipples, zaps of pleasure shoot straight to my clit.
“Tell me how good it feels, butterfly.”
“So good,” I moan, my pussy throbbing with need.
“Now draw up your knees and spread your legs nice and wide, but don’t touch your pussy. Not yet.”
I do as his says, placing my feet flat on the mattress and spreading my knees apart as wide as they’ll go, a rush of cool air hitting my wet heated skin.
“Christ, Kaia. I’m imagining myself standing over you at the foot your bed, my hard cock in my hand, looking at you spread out in front of me, hair fanned across your pillow. You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking sexy.”
A whimper escapes me, his words making my pussy clench around nothing.
God, I wish he was here.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you? Lying there, spread wide open, waiting for me. Fuck, the things I’d do to you…” he moans.
“Tell me,” I say breathily, my words barely audible through the rushing in my ears, my pulse racing.
“I will, but first you’re gonna reach between your legs, butterfly, and tell me how wet you are.”
I do as he says, letting my fingers brush over my swollen clit and I shiver before drifting lower, finding myself dripping. “I’m soaked.”
He hums his approval. “Is it all for me? Do I make you wet, Kaia?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl, now taste yourself.”
“W—What?”
“I want you to lick your fingers clean, and tell me how you taste.”
Swiping a finger though my wetness, I’m hesitant as I bring it up to my mouth, my tongue darting out to lick my finger, the flavour exploding on my tongue is not what I expected at all.
“I—It’s sweet, and a little bit salty, I guess.”
He groans through the phone. “Fuck me, Kaia. My cock is leaking imagining what you taste like. You’d taste so fucking sweet.”
His dirty words are something I never expected to enjoy.
“Play with your clit. Get it nice and wet and swollen. I bet it’s sensitive, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I do as I’m told, letting the pad of my fingers brush over my swollen clit, zaps of pleasure spreading through me when I start to rub.
“What I wouldn’t give to suck on that pretty little clit, to hear you scream when I nibble on it.”
“Oh god,” I moan, unable to stop if from slipping free.
“Now be a good girl for me and put your fingers inside your pussy. Play with yourself, pretend it’s me moving inside you, stretching you. Filling you.”
As soon as I do, I release a loud moan, louder than I intended and I pray to god, my parents didn’t just hear that from down the hall.
“If I was with you right now, fuck, what to do first… there are so many dirty things I’d love to do to you, Kaia Watson.
” His low, gravelly voice sends a shiver rippling down my spine, it drips with sex and it’s addictive.
“I’d spend hours worshipping your body, teasing you, bringing you to the edge, but not letting you come.
I’d do it again and again until you begged me to let you come.
I’d bury my face between your legs and fuck you with my tongue until you screamed my name, your thighs squeezing my head so tight it almost cracks in two and I’d love every fucking minute.
Once you’d come on my face, I’d make you come on my cock. Would you like that, Kaia?”
“Yes, please,” I whimper, my fingers pumping in and out, pretending it’s Killian inside me, moving expertly above me. The sound of my wetness filling the silence of my darkened bedroom.
“Your pretty little cunt would hug my cock so tight. You’d take all of me like a good girl, wouldn’t you?”
“God, yes,” I whisper, his vulgar words has electricity coursing through my body.
“Do you like my dirty words, butterfly?”
“Yes.” No one has ever spoken to me this way, and I’ve never been so horny in my life. “God, Killian… I—I haven’t gotten this far in so long,” I say, my release steadily building. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Don’t you dare come, Kaia. Not until I let you.”
“What happens if I do?”
“The next time I see you, you’ll be bent over my knee with your panties around your ankles while I mark that beautiful ass of yours with my hand print,” he warns.
Jesus Christ.
“You make it sound like a bad thing,” I rush out, working my clit with the heel of my hand, needing more friction while I pump two fingers inside my pussy, my arousal coating my hand.
He chuckles. “Are you fucking yourself with your fingers, Kaia?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Let me hear you. I want to hear how good I make you feel.” Through the phone, I can hear the wet sounds he’s making as he jacks himself off and the thought has my pussy clenching around my soaked fingers.
“I want to hear you too,” I tell him.
“Fuck…” The sound of his moans are so hot, and knowing he’s touching himself while thinking about me is the biggest turn on and has me on the brink of orgasm, something I haven’t been able to do for such a long time. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’m so close now, baby.”
Baby.
My toes curl, and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold off for much longer.
“Killian, please,” I beg as I teeter on the edge of oblivion.
I’m right there, but before Killian can give me the green light to come, a noise outside my room has my eyes snapping open.
It sounded like a door.
A light flicks on in the hallway and I freeze, hearing the sound of footsteps gradually growing closer.
“Shit, someone’s coming,” I whisper.
Killian goes to speak but I’m already hanging up the phone, cutting him off. I shove my phone under my pillow and pull the sheets up to cover my naked body and slam my eyes shut.
My bedroom door creaks open and I do my best to steady my breathing to appear asleep, forced to ignore the painfully delicious ache between my legs as the promise of my orgasm slowly fades away.
“Kaia?” My heart stops, my father’s whisper cutting through the silence. I keep my breathing steady and after a minute, the door closes and I wait until the light switches off before I release a heavy sigh. A sigh of both relief and frustration.
I was so close.
So close I could cry.
My phone buzzes under my pillow. Pulling it out, I peer down to find a message from Killian.