Chapter 25 #2
Deacon groaned again, and his hand moved lower on his stomach toward the end of the screen.
“Put your hand down, Low.” God, that voice when he was turned on.
Deacon’s voice was sexy and irresistible, and the command in his tone sent a quiver down to my core.
“I don’t need to know what you’re doing off-screen. ”
I swallowed and lowered my fingers, intentionally brushing my nipples as I did. “This feels so…”
“Naughty?” he offered.
“Good,” I corrected, letting out a little sigh. I leaned back against the pillows and tweaked my nipples again. On the screen, Deacon’s eyes flashed and his shoulders tensed, and I liked that I could make him do that.
“Did you touch yourself anywhere else? Did you stroke your pussy?” He chuckled at my reaction to the word I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard a man say out loud, at least not in this way. “You like me saying that?”
I nodded and saw his hand dip out of the frame. “Tell me about it,” he said.
“I, um, slid my finger along my slit and then around my clit in circles.” I grew wetter between my thighs and squeezed them together, watching his eyes flash at my words.
Deacon’s breathing sped up, and I wanted to ask him if he was touching himself. Imagining that had me squirming. “Did you come?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t usually get myself there, but it felt good. I can never get the angles right. My orgasms are kind of…fickle.” A flush rose on my chest—I’d faked it more than once with Spencer, ashamed I couldn’t cross the finish line.
Deacon’s brows lifted, but then his expression relaxed. “You said it was good. Tell me about it.”
I swallowed. “Tingly, and like little sparks of electricity were moving through me. It was hard to stop. It felt really good.” I let my eyelids fall closed and my fingers dip lower down my stomach.
“You don’t have to tell me what you’re doing off-screen, Low,” he repeated, voice like gravel. “But if it feels good, don’t stop.”
I let my fingers move lower, my knees falling apart. Was I really going to do this while on the phone with Deacon?
“And if you don’t want to do it with me on the phone, hang up.”
I shook my head. “Don’t go.” I moved my fingers lower and stroked along my slit where I was wet, my motion sending a wave of pleasure as I stroked the already sensitive skin, and I let out a whimper, repeating the motion.
“Fuck, Willow,” he said, on a groan, his cool mask disappearing and his muscles tense. “You’re killing me.”
“It feels good,” I said. “But I wish I could come.”
His voice was strained. “Do you have a toy?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I’ve never known how to buy one or which to pick.” I grazed my finger around my clit, tipping my head back as a flash of sensation rolled through me and then dissipated.
His voice was ragged. “Keep doing what feels good. Are you wet?”
I flushed again, heat running up my neck at the question. “Yes.”
“Are you circling your clit?”
I pulsed at his words, the direct, commanding tone I felt in my core. “Yes,” I said on a pant.
“Keep going,” he said. “Don’t stop while it feels good.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said, the tension growing in my belly.
“I bet you look beautiful with your legs spread wide.”
“Do you want to see?” I bit my lip, focusing on keeping my movements the same, noticing the wave growing and growing, the sensations with each swipe coiling in my belly.
“Don’t worry about me,” he growled now, his gaze so heated.
“Focus on you. Focus on that pretty, slick pussy. Focus on that needy, throbbing clit.” His words were like bolts of lightning within my body as they landed, and I bit my lip at the feeling of the elusive build, the tightening and tingling.
“You don’t need another person to get you this wet and ready.
Focus on how good you feel right now and let me imagine what you’ll look like right before I slide my tongue over you. ”
“I’m so close,” I said. “I’m never close.”
“Put the phone down and play with your nipples while you come, Low.”
I was on the razor’s edge and tossed the phone down next to me, rubbing my free thumb over my nipple, and the coil snapped. I let out a yelp as tiny points of light appeared behind my eyes and groaned as wave after wave moved through me.
I collapsed against the pillows and remembered to pick up the phone, where I saw Deacon grinning, his gaze hooded. “So fucking hot,” he said.
My body was on fire, my cheeks flaming from the embarrassment of doing that in front of him and from the force of the orgasm. “I can almost never make myself do that. You’re really good at dirty talk.”
He chuckled, his voice strained. “You did most of the talking.”
“It’s your turn,” I said, wondering what his hand was doing off-screen. “I want to turn you on, too.”
He laughed and the sound warmed me. “How could I hear that and not be insanely turned on?”
“Proof or it didn’t happen.” I still felt my pulse race, and I eagerly clutched the phone.
“Bold after coming, huh?” He lowered the camera and I saw his erection bulging under his sweats, his fingers wrapped around it in a long stroke.
I swallowed thickly, feeling anticipation rise at the sight of him thick in his hand. “Can I see you?”
“Slow down, page two. Why don’t you go to sleep? I think that’s all for tonight.”
I was disappointed, but my body felt so languid that I nodded, unsure how to sign this off. Did I say thank you? Was asking what we’d do next too needy?
“You were perfect tonight, Low.” His smile was genuine and warm, and my stomach flipped. “Thank you for being so brave with me. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I fell back against the pillows, hugging his soft shirt to me, and watched Gus wander into the room, eyeing me curiously. “This might be the best decision I’ve ever made, Gus.”