Chapter 10
Indy
I’ve been in my room for fifteen minutes, pacing back and forth, chewing on the inside of my cheek, at war with myself. I have two options: take Toren up on his offer and call him or do what I should do, respond to Miranda’s text messages.
I check the clock on the nightstand, then move to my purse.
May as well respond to her with semi-good news before she thinks I’m shirking my responsibilities.
This should actually be a phone call, except I know my boss like the back of my hand.
She’ll question me to death, won’t stop until she gets every drop of information she wants, and I’m not ready to tell her what all it entails.
So, with complete reluctance, I pull up Miranda’s name.
Me: T.N. is in. He has some clauses. We’re still ironing out the details and will finish everything tomorrow with a contract. I will tell you, it’s a bit unconventional.
Miranda: Finally. I’ve been sitting here waiting all day. Tell me what you have, and I won’t get on a plane this very minute.
I roll my eyes, not the least bit surprised. She’d absolutely do that, and I’m lucky she hasn’t already since I basically went ghost mode.
Me: One of his stipulations is that I’m the only one he works with. The money and commission are a good to go as well. The timeline is the last thing we have to narrow down.
I’m going to keep the rest of our conversation to myself until Toren and I figure things out tomorrow.
Miranda: Well, that’s good news. It means more work for you at the end of the day. But please get the contract signed tomorrow and get back to Seattle by the end of the week.
“Son of a biscuit eater,” I say out loud, pacing the length of my room. Try as I might, it’s going to be hard to come up with a response that will keep Miranda off my back.
Me: Will do. I’ll update you with more tomorrow.
“There, that’ll have to be enough,” I tell my phone, then throw it on the bed and go about kicking off my sandals.
I pull the string at my back and let my dress fall to the ground in a heap around my feet.
I’m left in nothing but a pair of panties, panties that are currently soaked from the verbal foreplay with Toren and the indescribable kisses he left me with.
My hands cup my breasts, feeling the heavy weight, thinking about how breathless Toren makes me, feeling his rigid hardness pressed between my legs.
My thumbs slide over the peaked tips, and my eyes flutter closed, head tipping back as I think about what it would be like if Toren were here with me now, if he were sitting in the chair in front of me, watching as I play with myself.
I’d insist on him doing similar—shirt off, jeans open, and his palm wrapped around his hard length.
Both of us quiet, yet I can imagine him making silent demands.
The aura of his dominance wraps around you like a whisper, soft to the touch, hard to the senses.
“Toren,” I murmur his name as one hand slides down the slope of my abdomen until the tips of my fingers reach the lace edge of my panties, then slowly dipping beneath but holding back, wanting to make this last. While I’m usually able to achieve multiple orgasms on my own, there’s something about taking this slow, not rushing, and allowing myself to feel every last bit.
Plus, taking care of myself earlier in the shower meant I had to be quiet and quick.
This time, I can draw it out, enjoy every moment, and allow each sensation to take hold.
Just as I’m about to graze my clit, my phone rings, interrupting the moment completely. I stomp my feet back to the bed, grumbling the entire time, thinking it’s more than likely Miranda because I didn’t give her a sufficient answer. I grab the ringing device without glancing at the screen.
“Hello,” I answer with grouchiness once it’s at my ear.
“Cherry, who pissed in your cheerios?” Toren’s voice asks on the other end of the line with a deep rasp to his tone.
“Oh, well, um… Certainly not you. I thought you were Miranda.” My voice changes. Gone is the annoyed, and in its place is a needy version of me.
“Ah, that’ll do it. Didn’t think you’d take me up on my offer to call. Figured I’d do it myself.” His voice drops an octave, and I’m faced with what to do next: stay on the phone or get off and continue what I started.
“I didn’t want to monopolize more of your time after being with you all afternoon and evening.” It’s the truth. We’ve been together non-stop, and while I’ve enjoyed every minute, Toren might think differently.
“Wouldn’t have made the statement for you to call me. Seeing as you’re there and I’m here, much to my fuckin’ dismay, what are you doing, cherry?” I let out a small laugh.
“Oh, we’re playing it this way. How daring do you want to be, Toren?”
“As daring as you want, Indy. Heard you in the shower earlier. Been thinking about you naked and dripping wet ever since.” My core throbs. Clenching my thighs doesn’t relieve the need whatsoever, never mind the fact that my breasts tingle with the thrill of where this is going.
“And here I thought I was being quiet.” I crawl up the bed on my knees, cradling the phone in the crook of my neck and shoulder while I get situated.
“Glad as fuck you weren’t. Made my imagination run wild. Been hard as a rock ever since. Didn’t matter that I jacked my cock earlier. Now I’m sitting here, wanting to know what you’re doing, cherry. You gonna tell me?” This so very cliché, but I don’t seem to care.
“You did that? Were you thinking about me while you were in the shower like I did you?” I’m evading his question for now.
“Got my hand wrapped around my dick, lying in bed, and waiting to hear what you’re doing, Indy. And fuck yeah, I thought about you. Came so damn fast it wasn’t even funny.” My head meets the pillow, my eyes close, and my hand is already reaching between my thighs.
“I’m in bed, too, naked except for my panties, which are soaked through by the way, thanks to someone and his lust-inducing kisses.” A low moan slips from my lips.
“Can’t wait to see all that beauty, witness what you’re doing to yourself. You’d put on one hell of a show for me, cherry.” His voice makes my body quiver.
“Toren.” I slip my fingers inside my panties, slowly strumming the top of my mound, waiting to see where this leads next.
“I’m leading, you’re following. I’ll tell you what I want you to do to your sweet-as-sin body and I’ll give you a replay of what I’m doing thinking about what you’re doing.” There’s that dominant energy he portrays so sexily. “You with me, cherry?”
“Yeah, I am.” I’m already in the moment, so close to coming that I know this won’t take me long at all.
“Imagine my hands are yours. I’ve got one hand cupping your breast, fingers pinching and pulling your needy nipples.
” A whimper escapes me. I’m already doing what he’s describing.
“Christ, like that sound.” I hear a slight rustle on the other end of the line.
My mind wanders, thinking about him on full display— muscles, the slight smattering of hair on his chest, wondering if it leads to his cock that he’s got his hand wrapped around.
“More.” The tip of my finger slides lower as I work one nipple then the other. He didn’t tell me to, but there’s no way I can do one without the other.
“Fuck yeah, gonna make your beautiful pussy feel damn good, Indy. Spread your legs nice and wide. You there, cherry?” he asks, but I’m already doing as he asked, dying for his next command.
“Yeah.” I look down at myself. Perspiration dots my body.
“One finger. Run it from top to bottom. Get it nice and wet for me.” When my finger finds my bundle of nerves, I can’t hold back my moan. Toren echoes my sentiment. “I’m pinching the tip of my dick, having to hold back from coming before you get there. That’s how worked up you have me.”
“Don’t hold back. I’m close, too.”
“You tellin’ me what to do, cherry?” There’s a subtle tease to his tone.
“Fuck, you asked for it. I’ve got my hand wrapped around my dick, using my pre-cum to guide my path, much like I’m sure you’re using yours on your pretty clit.
Can’t wait to get my mouth on you, Indy.
” His breathing turns ragged. “You like me telling you what I’m doing, I’ll keep going.
Each stroke makes me want to be buried inside your pussy.
Slip your finger inside, only one right now. ”
“Oh god, Tor.” Wet heat meets my finger. My pussy throbs. “More.”
“Not yet. You still playing with your nipples?” The downside of phone sex is trying to formulate a coherent sentence when all I want to hear is his voice and the sounds he’s making on the other end of the line.
“Yes, more,” I beg, then say, “Please.”
“Fuck me, add another finger, cherry. Stretch yourself for me, yeah? Slide them in and out. Do what you like, but imagine it’s me. You’ve got my cock so damn hard, wish you were here, watching as I do this, and had your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
“Shit.” My hips buck up, helping my hand. I’m riding so close to the edge. “Close,” I mumble, hearing our combined breaths, eyes closed, head shaking back and forth. I don’t want this feeling to end, yet I want it to consume me at the same time.
“Get there, cherry. The minute you come, I’m coming right behind you. Only wish my cum were painting your pretty pussy. Bet it’d be hot as hell. So hot, I’d want a picture to look at it every time I’m without you.” He grunts.
“Tor.” My orgasm hits, hot and heavy. My fingers curl upwards, my feet plant into the mattress, arching up as my palm presses on my clit.
“Goddamn, cherry, love the way you sound. Taking me with you now.” In my mind, I’m picturing him pumping his hard dick, his muscles pulling taut, his eyes closed, and tension radiating off his body.
“Indy.” My name rushes from his mouth. I like when he calls me cherry, but when he says my name like I’m his last breath of air, it’s a thing of beauty.
“Wow,” I whisper, in half-wonder after having the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Not sure that sums it up.” I laugh at the statement. He’s absolutely right.
“Can we do that again?” I ask with zero hesitation.
“Right now?” Toren follows up.
“Well, maybe not know. I’m sure you need to recover.” I pull my fingers out of my soaked core and drop my hand to my side.
“Woman, my cock is still hard. Pretty sure it’s my energy that’s zapped, but you keep talking, and I’ll recuperate in no time.
Now, tell me what you want when the roles are reversed.
” By the time our conversation is finished, we both get off one last time, he knows more about me and vice versa, and I can’t control the yawning or my eyelids drooping.
Still, I am reluctant to hang up. The only good part is knowing I’ll be seeing him tomorrow morning.