Chapter 23 #2
“Hey.” I cut her off before she can ramble too long. When she really gets going, it can be hard to stop her. “We don’t have to do anything. This is all up to you. What you’re comfortable with. I’m just happy to be talking to you.”
The smile that overtakes her face is somehow both shy and radiant, and it warms my whole body. “I’m still not sure I believe this is happening.”
“The phone sex or being in each other’s lives again?”
“Both?” She giggles and drops her gaze to her lap for a moment before looking up again and meeting my eyes. “It feels too good to be true.”
“I know. But this is real, and I’m not letting you walk away again, so you better get used to it.” I shift again, my stupid dick straining to be freed.
“You look uncomfortable,” Indie says coyly, her smile mischievous. “Why don’t you let me help you with that?”
Groaning, I fist my dick through my boxer briefs. “You sure?”
“Yes.” Indie adjusts her position on the bed.
She props a few pillows behind her back and stares, heavy-lidded, as I shed my dress shirt and my boxers.
A momentary flash of insecurity clouds her eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by resolve.
Then my screen is filled with an image of her ceiling before Indie picks her phone back up and knocks the wind right out of me.
“Fuck, Rosebud.” She’s in nothing but a thin cotton sleep bra. The lavender triangles can barely contain her full breasts, and as I watch, her nipples pebble against the fabric. She’s stunning. “Look at you.”
Indie squirms in her bed, flushing a pretty pink all the way down her chest until the color kisses her breasts. I can tell this is outside of her comfort zone, but she has nothing to worry or feel self-conscious about. I’ve never been so hard in my life.
“So brave and beautiful. I can’t wait to see you like this in person. It’s killing me that I can’t kiss every inch of you right now. Your tits are insane.”
Her laughter is bright. “So you’re a boob man, huh?”
“I’m a you man.”
“Oh.” Indie’s mouth opens and closes a few times, her eyes wide. Then she laughs. “Oh, that was good.”
“It was the truth.” I fist my dick and give it a lazy tug. “You have me so hard.”
Indie’s eyes flare with heat as she watches my arm flex and move on the screen. “How hard?”
“Want to see, baby?”
The way she looks at me, fuck, I could come from that alone.
So eager, so curious, but there’s a guardedness to her I can’t wait to overcome.
Proving that Indie can trust me might take some time, but I’ll win her over.
And I’m going to enjoy breaking down every wall she throws up between us. Like the one crumbling right now.
Chewing on her lower lip, Indie watches me work my cock for a moment before she nods.
“You want to see what you do to me?”
She nods again, this time giving me a whispered, “Yes.”
I suck in a deep breath, willing my nerves to chill out, and pan the phone down, giving her a glimpse of my dick in my hands as my abs fill the rest of the screen.
The little gasp she lets out would be reward enough, but then she whispers, “Holy shit,” and I’m grinning like an idiot, all of my nervousness gone.
“You like that?”
“Mm-hmm.” There’s a rustle of fabric from the phone, and I watch as Indie pushes her breasts together when she snakes her hand down her body and out of the shot. A moment later, her eyes flutter closed and I get even harder. I don’t need her to pan the phone down to know what she’s doing.
“You wet, baby?”
“Yes.” She gasps again, this time from the movement of her fingers. “So wet for you.”
Fuck. Me.
“Is your little clit all swollen and needy?” I squeeze my dick harder, smearing the bead of pre-cum at the tip down the length.
Between watching her and listening to the maddening little sounds she’s making, I won’t last long.
My lower stomach tightens and I arch my back, groaning when she hums her answer.
“Mmmm, yes.” Her eyes eat me up, watching me stroke my dick faster and faster.
“Push two fingers inside yourself and fuck yourself, sweetheart. Then I want you to rub those wet fingers over your clit.”
I watch her do as I ask and have to grit my teeth to keep from blowing right then and there. “Good. Look at you. You’re doing so well. Just like that.”
“Oh,” she cries, her eyes falling closed.
I can’t have that. I need her looking at me when she comes. “Eyes on me, Indigo.”
Those glassy hazel irises nearly undo me. So does the way she gasps when she says my name. “Bash.”
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
She nods, unable to speak.
“Good. Me too. Look at what you do to me.” I angle the camera down to my dick before panning back up to my face. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Ohmygod.” Pink colors her cheeks and her breathing speeds up. She’s close. It’s beautiful.
“Let go, baby. Rub that pretty clit faster and come for me.”
“I… Oh…” She shifts on the bed, working herself faster. And when her eyes flutter shut again, I know I’m about to watch her shatter into a million blissed-out pieces.
“Eyes, Indie. Look at me when you come.”
She sucks in a ragged breath as she obeys and, in what may be the biggest ego stroke ever, she shudders and comes the moment her gaze meets mine.
It’s mesmerizing, watching her give in to her pleasure.
Because I’m getting a chance to see Indie in her rawest, purest, most unfiltered form.
The woman is a fucking goddess, and I’ve never seen anything or anyone more perfect.
“Bash. Oh!”
“Fuck,” I moan. My whole body tightens, tingling with pleasure as I come, my dick jerking in my fist. Cum splatters my abs as Indie watches, her breaths choppy and short, her eyes hooded and intense. “Indie.”
We’re both breathing hard as we come down from our shared high, and I curse the distance between us because all I want to do is pull her against my chest and hold her for the rest of the night.
“Wow,” she whispers.
“Yeah, wow is right.” Chuckling, I grab a handful of tissues from the little table beside me and clean myself off. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“That was okay?”
I hate the insecurity in her voice. “Okay? Sweetheart, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
“I thought coming in your pants was the hottest thing you’ve ever done?”
“It was. Something tells me we’re going to keep one-upping ourselves.”
I relax a little when her lips curve into an easy smile that erases some of the tension that had tightened her features. “I’m going to clean up. Do you need to go? You’re probably exhausted.”
“I’m not letting you go yet. Go clean up. I’ll be waiting.”
She does, then we spend the next hour and a half talking until her words start to slur and her eyes grow too heavy to keep open.
I wake up the next morning to the soft sounds of her breathing still coming through the phone.