Chapter 20 #2
A sharp exhale burst from his mouth. For one heart-stopping moment, I thought he was going to end it.
End this call and the back and forth we had going on.
The lines between helping a friend, and helping me win this bet were getting blurry.
Right now, I had no desire for him to straighten them out.
I wanted him to dive into this fantasy with me, forgetting why it couldn’t work.
‘Fuck, do you know what you do to me, Rosie?’ An agonised sound echoed down the line. I leaned back on the bed, my head against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, feeling every part of my body ache.
‘Don’t call me that.’ I hadn’t expected those words to come out, but the moment they did and George went silent, my eyes pinched shut.
Hearing him say my name, the name countless people had used and called me in bed, felt wrong.
George already had a name for me, and every time that word fell from his lips, it chipped away at a wall I’d carefully erected.
One word, and I started to crumble.
‘Sweetheart,’ he said in a long drawn out tone. ‘You like when I call you that?’
I nodded. That’s how fucked up my head was at the minute. George apparently knew the answer from the brief grunt of pleasure he elicited.
‘Where are you right now?’ he asked.
‘In bed,’ I replied, my voice breathy and wanton.
‘Are you touching that pussy?’
My entire lower half clenched at hearing him say that word. ‘No.’
‘Put the phone on speaker.’
My brows drew together. ‘Why?’
‘Sweetheart.’ His tone turned sharp. ‘Put the phone on speaker.’
Tell me why my body shuddered at the commanding way he spoke? And tell me why I didn’t question it.
‘Put the phone on your chest, between those fucking gorgeous tits.’
Still in nothing but the sunflower underwear, without a word I placed my phone on my chest. I shivered at the contact. Something about this felt illicit and deliciously dirty.
‘Okay.’ I exhaled a long breath.
‘You want to listen to my voice tell you exactly what to do? You want me to make you come, sweetheart?’
‘Yes, fuck, yes.’ All the rational thought flew straight out my open window. Nothing mattered right now but this. Nothing mattered but hearing his voice and easing this constant ache in my body. Offering me the relief I’d been dying for.
‘Tell me how wet you are. Use two fingers and slip them under that sexy as fuck underwear you’re wearing and tell me.’
For the first time in my life, I did as I was told. The second I made contact with my clit, my hips nearly bowed off the bed. At my sharp whine, George let out a long groan.
‘Fuck, you’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?’
I swirled my fingers around my vulva, wetter than I had ever been in my life, moaning at the sensation and wishing that I wasn’t the only one touching me.
‘I’m so wet,’ I whimpered.
‘Stop.’ The command was rough and loud enough that it cut through the orgasm that had been steadily building.
My fingers stilled.
‘Bring them to your mouth and lick off that sweetness.’ God, when did George have such a dirty side? I wasn’t about to complain. Eagerly, I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips.
‘Imagine it’s my cock between those red lips. Suck your taste off me, gorgeous.’
The noise that came out of me wasn’t human. A mixture of bone-deep desire and impatience.
I heard the distinct sound of rustling on the other end of the line and then George grunted.
‘Are you touching yourself?’ I asked, pulling my fingers from my mouth.
The answer was a pained groan. I could see him in my mind, large hand wrapped around his thick cock. Head tipped back as he let himself feel the pleasure searing through his veins.
‘I’m so fucking hard for you, sweetheart. So hard, for so long.’ Every word ended with a moan. ‘Take your hands and pluck those cherry red nipples. Get them standing upright for me.’
Once again, I complied with his demands without a second thought. My tits had always been sensitive. I’d even managed to come from nipple play alone a few times. They had a link straight down to my clit and one tug had my back arching off the bed.
‘I’m going to come.’ My orgasm was cresting over that surface already.
‘Pinch those tips hard, make it hurt. I don’t want you coming until we do it together.’
I twisted both nipples harder than I usually would. ‘Fuck, I can’t. I’m already there.’
‘If you still feel like coming, then you aren’t pulling them hard enough,’ he said gruffly, the faint sound of slapping skin filtering down the line making it more erotic and building up my climax even more.
‘If I had those perfect tits in my mouth, gorgeous, my teeth would sink into those nipples, nibbling on them as you squirm underneath me, hands in my hair, begging me to stop because the pain only makes you want to come harder.’
I cried out as pleasure stole through my body at the image he created. My toes curled, but I desperately wanted to come with him, so I released my sore nipples, massaging my breasts.
‘Where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?’ I breathed.
George chuckled, low and dark. ‘You complaining?’
A weak laugh shook my chest. ‘Never.’
‘Good. Now push your tits to the phone. Wrap them around like it’s my cock, and it will be my cock one day. You can be fucking sure of that.’
I followed the gruff command. Squeezing my breasts tight around the edges of the phone, desperately wishing it was his cock. I closed my eyes, imagining him over me, pushing his length through my tits, notching the head against my mouth so I could taste the saltiness of his come.
‘You feel me hot against that silky skin?’
‘Uh huh, you’re so big.’
‘Jesus Christ.’ That seemed to be his undoing. ‘Touch that perfect pussy Rosie, slide three fingers into that cunt and feel me filling you. Feel my cock.’
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I released the hold of my breasts and wasted no time at all thrusting three fingers into my pussy. I set a punishing pace, squeezing my eyes shut and imaging I was full of something other than my own fingers.
‘Are you close?’ I whispered, hearing the soft grunts and sounds of him touching himself.
‘Close, so fucking close.’
‘Tell me,’ my breaths came out in short pants, ‘tell me when I can come.’
‘Christ. Sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that to me.’ He sounded in physical pain as he moaned.
I sped up, thrusting my fingers in and out, hearing the illicit noises of my wet pussy.
‘Tell me I can come, George, tell me and I’ll do it.’ The words babbling out of me didn’t make sense, and I didn’t care. I was right on the precipice, ready for his words to push me over the edge.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m right there. Come, sweetheart, squeeze around those fingers and let all that come go.’
Black spots danced in my vision as I pinched my eyes closed. Pleasure edging towards euphoria crashed over me in a tidal wave. My pussy clenched around my fingers in a vice-like grip.
George cursed long and low as the last remnants of his release tore through him.
I worked to calm the heavy rise and fall of my chest. Worked to collect myself after a universe altering orgasm, and let my mind filter back into my body when it had been absent for most of the past twenty minutes.
In the silence of both of our laboured breaths, I waited.
Waited for the familiar unease and urge to run tickle at my feet.
The one that usually pushed me out of bed seconds after release, and had me ushering the person still in a daze to hop to it.
I waited for the logic that only comes once the cloud of lust dissipates.
That tells you that this was a mistake and to leave as quickly as possible.
I trawled through every inch of my body. Searching. All I felt was boneless satisfaction.
The faint sounds of George cleaning up filtered down the line. Suddenly, the desire I had to leave, hang up and pretend this never happened morphed into something else. Out of nowhere, the urge to ask him to come over and make me come for real was on the tip of my tongue.
The satisfaction that bubbled up from the incredible, out of this world orgasm from moments before faded. Now, it felt like it had only scratched the surface of this unknown desire. I wanted more. I wanted him here.
Those warning bells returned with a vengeance. I sat up, feeling exposed, despite knowing he couldn’t see me. I was alone in my flat and Roxy was still passed out in the corner of the room.
I shuffled over and pulled the duvet from under me, pressing it to my chest. Taking the phone off speaker, I held it up to my ear.
George’s heavy breaths came, raising goosebumps on my bare skin. But that was more likely the cold, not him. Definitely the cold.
Words got caught in my throat. How did you end a conversation with someone who had heard you come less than a minute ago? Cheers, thanks for that, catch you later!
‘You okay?’ The low rumble of desire had gone from his tone. Replaced by a quiet concern that caused a shiver to race down my spine.
‘Yeah,’ I swallowed thickly. ‘Are you?’
‘Sweetheart, I’m more than okay.’
Hearing that eased the worry I didn’t realise I’d been holding onto. I sagged against the pillows.
‘I’ll pick you up outside your building at eight tomorrow, okay?’
Like it always seemed to do, reality burst through and took a giant shit all over the peaceful moment. How was I supposed to make it through an entire weekend with George? Especially when he’d heard me come, and I knew all the dirty things he said in my ear.
How was I supposed to pretend like this man hadn’t just flipped my entire world on its head, making me question absolutely everything?