Chapter 13 #2
My father had reached out to congratulate me when I graduated from college.
I had stopped trying, and now it seemed like he was making more of an effort.
He lived just one town over in South Clarita Hills, and he’d asked if I’d be willing to meet for lunch, but I hadn’t answered yet.
Hayes wanted nothing to do with him, and I understood it, even if I didn’t feel the same.
I’d learned to have boundaries to protect my heart where my father was concerned.
Hell, I had to have boundaries with both of my parents, which was a hard pill to swallow.
Even as a young kid, I’d learned to be cautious when it came to my parents.
I’d never had the kind of security that most kids experienced with their parents.
All of the security I’d known had come from Hayes.
He’d always been the one at every sporting event.
The one who met me after school and made sure I got home.
My parents had never been there for me. But I’d learned to take care of myself, with the support of my brother.
My anger dissipated as I thought about Hayes asking Kingston to watch out for me.
He cared. How could I fault him for loving me and being the best brother?
My phone vibrated on the table beside me, and I grabbed the little towel there and dried my hand before seeing King’s name light up on the screen.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I chuckled and reached for the glass of wine beside me, taking a sip before setting it back down. “I’m soaking in a hot bath with a glass of wine. How about you?”
“Did you purposely just tell me that you’re naked? Are you trying to kill me?”
“You asked. I answered.” My teeth sank into my bottom lip. “Did you take a cold shower?”
“Yep. It didn’t help.”
My heart raced a bit as I thought about how to answer.
“Do you need a hand? I could talk you through it,” I said, and my voice was all tease.
“It’s not nice to fuck with a man in severe discomfort, Dandelion.”
“I’m not messing with you. I’m offering assistance. It’s harmless. We wouldn’t be touching one another. We’d just be talking. The rest would be nothing more than what happened in your bathroom the other day. You would just know that I was there this time.”
He cleared his throat. “It would have to work both ways. You all right with that?”
I reached for my glass and took another sip of wine.
It would have to work both ways.
I could live with that. I’d never done anything like this before, but I wanted to see where it would go.
“Sure.” I tried hard to keep my voice even. “It’s been a long day. I wouldn’t mind taking the edge off.”
“Do you touch yourself often?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“As often as I need to. How about you?”
“Every fucking day. Multiple times a day. Especially lately, since I’ve been abstaining from sex.”
“And you’re abstaining from sex because you’re attracted to your best friend’s sister and won’t act on it?”
“Correct,” he said, with no hesitation.
“It sounds ridiculous when you think about it.”
“Well, this would still be abstaining, because we wouldn’t be touching.”
“Fair enough.” I chuckled. “Let’s just have a little fun. It’s innocent, and no one will know about it.”
“That was some kiss, huh?”
“It was.”
“It was tough to pull back, Saylor. I wanted to push that door open and pull you inside. Run my lips down your entire body. I wanted to taste you and touch you and make you come so many times you wouldn’t ever want another man to touch you.”
Wow. Hello, Forbidden King. We are not holding back anymore, and I am here for it.
“What would you have done first, if you’d come inside the house with me?”
A slow moan left his lips. “Tell you to slip your hand between your thighs, where I know that sweet pussy is desperate for me.”
Oh. My. God.
“Only if you do the same,” I said, my voice gravelly and barely recognizable, and we had barely gotten started.
“No. If you want to do this, you’re going to have to say it.”
I’ve never had phone sex or sexted anyone before, and I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, so I would follow his lead.
I let out a long breath. “Wrap your hand around your dick and stroke yourself.”
“Already there, and I can barely contain myself thinking about you touching yourself in the tub. It was torture, watching you all day in that little dress, thinking about what I wanted to do to you. And then kissing you and knowing what I’d do if I took you inside the house.”
My fingers found my clit beneath the water, and I made little circles there, as my breaths were already coming hard and fast.
“Tell me,” I whispered into the phone.
“I’d have pushed you up against the front door as soon as I got you inside. I wouldn’t have been able to wait another second and would have dropped to my knees, my cock throbbing against my zipper at the thought of all that sweetness waiting for me.”
“Oh my God. Tell me more.”
“I’d have pushed your dress up around your waist and torn the panties covering that sweet pussy right from your body before I buried my face there.
I’d spread your legs wide and lick you from one end to the next before hiking your legs over my shoulders and gripping that perfectly round ass of yours with both of my hands. ”
Holy shit. This is hotter than I could have ever imagined.
“King.” I panted. “Keep going.”
“I’d lick you slowly at first, taking my time tasting you while you rubbed that sweet pussy up against my mouth. And then I’d slip my tongue inside you and fuck you relentlessly. The way I’ve wanted to for so fucking long.” His words were labored now.
“I want that. I want you.”
I’d never been so turned on in my life, and I groaned as I held the phone with one hand and touched myself with the other.
“Do you want my fingers, Saylor? My lips on your clit, sucking you so hard you won’t be able to stop from screaming?”
“Yes. I want it all.”
“First, I’d slip my finger inside you. Just one to start, because I know how tight that little pussy of yours is. I’d slide in and out before adding another and fucking you with my fingers while my mouth moved to your clit, and I flicked you with my tongue.”
My head fell back on a gasp as I bucked faster, my entire body tingling now.
White lights exploded behind my eyes.
“King,” I cried out his name on a groan, as I went right over the edge.
“Let go, baby,” he said. “So fucking good.”
A guttural sound left his mouth, and my breathing was out of control as I rode out my pleasure to the sound of King going over the edge right along with me.
It had been the most erotic thing I’d ever done.
I wasn’t embarrassed.
I was sated. And relaxed. And more turned on than ever.
We both stayed on the phone, panting, before our breaths finally slowed. I didn’t know what to say as my eyelids closed and my head leaned against the back of the tub.
“Sleep well, King.”
“I definitely will. Good night, Dandelion.”