23. Arden
23
ARDEN
I send a naughty text.
Arden: The rabbit worked . . . I used it twice.
Gabe: Excellent . . . glad to hear my hopping friend made you happy.
Arden: I was loud.
Gabe: Loud is so very good.
Arden: I said all sorts of things . . .
Gabe: Want to tell me?
God, I do. More than I thought I would. But if I’m going to woman up, I need to woman all the way up. I slide my finger over his contact info and hit his name.
He answers immediately. “Does this mean I get an oral report?”
He makes me laugh. He always makes me laugh. And maybe his laughter is the lubricant I need. “I want to practice. To say out loud to you all the things I think when I get off.”
“Say them to me.” His voice is husky, commanding.
I close my eyes, hearing the echo of my own words. “Fuck me.”
He murmurs, “That’s a great one.”
“Spread my legs. Oh God, spread them wider.” My breath stutters.
“Fuck. Yes.”
I’m on a roll, words falling free, tumbling from my mouth. “Get your face between my thighs.”
A rumble. “That’s . . . holy . . . fucking . . . hot.”
I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I say all the dirty words to him that I imagine saying to a lover. “I want to fuck your face. Please let me fuck your face.”
“Jesus Christ.” His groan is deep and carnal.
“Faster. Harder. Yes, like that. Oh God, just like that.”
I’m not even touching myself. I’m not getting off. I’m simply speaking, but something rattles loose in me. I’m finally saying these words out loud, not in my head, and it’s astonishing. A new aftershock of pleasure rushes over me as I let my fantasies have a voice, giving them sound and volume. “I want to come on your face.”
He’s silent. Dead silent, and I fear I’ve crossed a line.
“Gabe. Are you okay?”
“I’m. Great.” His voice is sandpaper. “All that stuff you said—is that what you say in your head when you’re touching yourself?”
“Yes. Is that weird? Is it too much?”
He lets out a long exhale. “That is the sexiest thing any woman anywhere has ever said.”
A smile spreads of its own accord, and my skin feels as if it’s glowing. “It is?”
“It so fucking is, and you need to be able to say all that when you’re actually having sex.”
“You really think I should say those things with someone else?”
“I guarantee that if you do, you will drive any man out of his mind with pleasure.”
Right now, I want that man to be him.