Chapter 31 #2
“Wasn’t planning on stayin’ the night, remember?” Dean momentarily looked to the top of the stairs and spoke a little louder. “I’ll have to go full commando.”
A door closed upstairs.
I sighed and reluctantly moved up another step. At least then there was a gap, and I would be less likely to jump into his arms and insist he take me with him.
Maybe.
I could still jump from here…
“Goodnight,” I mumbled.
“Night, Lily.”
His voice. It was like my kryptonite. It made me hesitate and resist the urge to groan with irritation when I eventually turned around and climbed the stairs. Passing my parents' closed door, and then Jane’s, I got to my room and shut my door with a soft click.
The room was dark save for the moonlight coming through my window.
My hand remained on the doorknob as I pressed my forehead to the cool, white door panel.
And then forced myself to step back and go to bed.
On the way, I stripped off the hoodie and peeled off the leggings to reveal the crinkled satin lingerie beneath.
It was one of two things I had bought today and put on with the plan for Dean to remove them.
Instead, I was standing in my old bedroom, with a mound of stuffed bears staring at me from the bay window across the room while I daydreamed about being railed by my boyfriend.
Who was just downstairs!
“Fucking great plan that was, Lily,” I grumbled, flopping backwards onto the bed.
I had no intention of going to sleep yet. I was too flustered, overstimulated, and maybe a little desperate for touch as I pressed my thighs together.
Closing my eyes, I let my hand wander down until my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I swiped it up and quickly opened the text from Dean.
Dean: I don’t think I can sleep…
Me: Neither.
I rolled onto my stomach, chewing my bottom lip as I thought of what else to say. Dean was one step ahead, and a call from him quickly flashed across my screen. I answered immediately.
“This is stupid,” I whispered.
“I’m surprised they let me stay.”
“I’m surprised they haven’t tried locking our bedroom doors as a precaution.” I rolled onto my back again, causing the lingerie to lift with the twisting motion.
Dean’s voice dropped slightly in a way that made my skin prick. “And why would they need to do that, Lily?”
I grinned with mischief. “You tell me.”
“To stop me kissing you.”
“Is that all?”
“It wouldn’t be your mouth.”
I pressed the phone to my chest for a second to settle myself before speaking again. “God, I wish tonight went differently.”
“Now that I’m lyin’ here with nothin’ on my mind but you and that dress, yeah me too. I’m gonna go insane.”
“Hold on,” I smiled, and quickly flicked on the lamp by the bed before posing myself for a photo.
I wasn’t completely nude as I positioned the dress on my body.
I wanted to leave something to the imagination as I angled the phone above me and snapped several photos before sending him one. “Did you get it?”
There was a pause as he opened the text, followed by a heavy sigh on his end. “Fuuuuck.”
I trailed a finger slowly and lightly down my body and then back up again. “It does not help that I’m wearing kegel balls.”
“You’re wearin’ what now?”
“Kegel balls.” I chewed my lip again, smiling at the confusion and curiosity in his voice.
“And…what do they do?”
“Well, Kira recommended them. Part of her meetings is all about embracing sexuality after a bad relationship. And although I’m not in a bad relationship, she said kegel balls strengthen your pelvic floor and improve arousal, which is good for overall healthy sex, etcetera.
I bought them today and thought I’d test them before you got home… ”
“How do you use them?”
I shifted my hips, squeezing. “Insertion.”
“And you didn’t get the chance to take them out before we left the apartment.” The timber in his voice was giving me heart palpitations.
I groaned softly and whispered, “I am so fucking turned on right now I might actually combust.”
There was a smile in his voice when he spoke again. “That explains a lot.”
“It does?”
“You’ve looked hot and bothered all night. I thought it was your anxiety over the whole undercover investigation thing.”
“Oh, the anxiety is still there. I’m conflicted.” And desperate.
Sex since the shooting seemed to keep any reminders at bay.
“Want me to hang up so you can deal with it?” he teased.
“No, please, don’t. I beg you.”
“Beggin’, huh?”
“I could do it on my knees…” I slid my free hand up beneath the satin of my dress and cupped my breast. “…while I touch myself.”
There was rustling on his end of the line, followed by the sound of a zip and a soft grunt.
I grinned. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Ah-huh.” His voice was heavy with arousal. “Are you wet?”
“Very,” I breathed.
“And you’re still touchin’ yourself?”
I slid my fingers down between my legs and felt where the silicone string for the kegel balls was. “It’d be better if it were you.”
“This is fuckin’ torture,” he groaned.
I pictured him slowly stroking himself, and I spread my legs wider. “I’ve never had phone sex before. What if we tried that?”
He made a noise that sounded like a disagreement. “I wanna be inside you,” he almost growled. “The picture is one thing, but knowing you’re upstairs…”
“What would you do to me if I was down there?”
“We really doin’ this?”
“It’ll be interesting to see how long we last.”
He huffed a strained laugh. “Trust me when I say I won’t last long.”
“Wait for me,” I said breathlessly, sitting up and straightening out the dress.
“Uh… I’ll try?”
“Dad never said anything about me not being allowed in the guest room.”