My finger’s working faster, and I shimmy my pajama pants down past my knees for easier access. I shut my eyes and sink deeper into the couch, pretending it’s his work-worn hand between my legs.
“You’d be such a good little slut, eager to let me fuck you with my fingers where anybody could catch us. My fingers would be so deep inside you, thumb playing with your clit until you were squirming right off the edge of that couch—your tight pussy gripping me, wetness running down my fucking hand. I’d make sure we ruined your friend’s nice couch.” He moans into the phone, and I nearly fall apart. My finger becomes more frantic on my clit, until I’m so close to coming it’s painful.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
“So fucking much. I want that so bad.” The truth spills out of me in a low moan. “Chase, I’m gonna come.”
“Don’t you fucking dare. Not until I tell you to.”
Lost for words, I nod instinctively, knowing he can’t see me.
“Slow down, baby.Breathe. I’m not done telling you what I’m picturing doing to you. All the ways I want to destroy that beautiful cunt of yours.”
I pant. “Tell me.”
“I’d bend you over the back of the couch, slip my cock between those sweet pussy lips. Slowly give you inch by inch until you’re begging me to slam balls deep into you. I know you love having my thick cock filling you, pounding you so hard you feel me the next day. Right there in your best friend’s living room, I’d make you wake her up with your screams. Show her what a fucking slut you secretly are. And, Cass? I would ruin you for any other guy. Just like you’ve ruined me.”
“Fuck, Chase.”
“Slide inside your pretty pussy and tell me how wet you are. Get those fingers drenched and play with your clit again.”
“Soaked. I’m so wet thinking about your cock inside of me.” I gulp. “I wish you were here.”
Shit.I can’t believe I just admitted that.
“Me too. You’ll be coming on my cock again in a few days, sweetheart.”
Good, he thinks I only meant it in a sexual way.
“I can’t do this on the couch. Shit. I won’t be able to clean it.”
“Slide that sweet ass to the floor. I want you to make a fucking mess. Don’t hold back.” He’s quiet as I do exactly what I’m told, sliding off the couch to the hardwood floor. Basking in the glow of city lights, I let my knees fall away from each other as my fingers continue exploring my pussy.
“Spread those legs wide. Now how does it feel?”
I moan hearing the wet friction over the phone as he jerks off. “So fucking good. Oh, my God.”
“Taste yourself, Cass. Tell me what I’m missing out on right now.”
“I… uh…” I hesitate, then slowly bring my hand to my lips and curl my tongue around my finger. The hold he has over me—making me do things I never would—is astounding. “Sweet… maybe a bit tangy?”
“You taste like you’re mine, don’t you?”
“Mmhm,” I whimper.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “Fuck your fingers until you come. And I want to hear you say my fucking name when you do.”
My hand keeps moving over my clit, the pressure becoming firmer, tempo frenzied. Until I’m so fucking close the edges of my vision are going black and the arches of my feet cramp as I fight to keep from becoming jelly.
“Fuck,” he says with every whimper and moan I let free. I’m trying—and failing splendidly—to stay quiet. If I wake Blair and Max up, so fucking be it.
“I wish I was there watching you come. I bet you look so goddamn sexy gushing all over your fingers.”
“Chase.” I barely get the word out before I come completely undone. My knees straighten with a convulsion that rocks me from head to toe. I squeeze my eyes tight, letting myself pretend his heavy breathing is right in my ear instead of over the phone.
“Fuck, Cass. I want to be coming inside of you. How big of a mess did you make, sweetheart?”
The skin from my neck up to my cheeks burns as I touch the wood floor beneath me. “Oh, God. Bad.”
