“It was an amazing day.” Her voice was soft, pitched in a way he recognized from their night together, a way that only increased the pressure in his pants.
“Ruby…” He wasn’t sure what to say. Surely what he thought was happening, wasn’t actually happening.
“This is such a bad idea,” she whispered. “I should hang up.”
“Don’t hang up,” he blurted. “Are you touching yourself right now?” He had to know, had to be sure he wasn’t inventing some sort of sex fantasy in his head.
“No.” A hint of something coy entered her tone. “But I am using my vibrator.”
Jesus Christ. Flynn gripped himself through his trousers, suddenly aware of the faint buzzing sound that traveled through the line. “Describe it for me.”
“It’s black. Tear-shaped. Soft on the outside. It feels almost like skin when it’s warm…like a cock.”
“Like my cock?” He stood, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, wanting to strip out of his clothes but too impatient to undress himself.
“Yes.” Her breath hitched, and his cock was about to burst through his trousers.
He unzipped his pants and freed himself, sucking in a harsh breath as he took his aching cock into his fist.
“Are you doing this with me?” she asked breathily. “Because I’m not that interested in describing things while you just sit there and listen.”
“I am.” He gave himself a firm stroke. “But you’ve got to slow down a bit and wait for me to catch up.” Because she already sounded close,reallyclose.
“Flynn…” It was a whine, and he pictured her sprawled across the bed in her hotel room, one hand between her legs, the other on the phone, breasts bouncing as she panted for breath.
“Does it have levels?” he asked as he kicked off his shoes and slid onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. He left his shirt on, trousers open in the front as he stroked himself.
“Yes.”
“Turn it down, then,” he said, heat building low in his gut as he worked.
“Flynn.” This time it sounded more like a reproach, but the buzzing got softer, and Ruby grumbled into the phone.
“Keep talking to me,” he told her. “You’ll help me get there faster. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Cursing your name is what I’m doing,” she said with a little whimper that made his cock surge beneath his fingers.
“Tease yourself for a few minutes.” He gripped tighter, stroked harder. “For me.”
“Umph.” Her voice was muffled, as if she’d pressed her face into the pillow. “I turned it off. Now I’m touching myself, just enough to be ready when you are.”
“That’s right.” His voice was a growl, his cock painfully hard beneath his touch. He could come so fast talking to her like this. But then it would be over. She’d hang up, and he might never speak to her again. “Getting close.”
His balls tightened, and he stilled his fist, holding steady until the sensation had passed. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the head of his cock, and he rubbed his thumb over it, spreading it over his skin, groaning at the sensation.
“Flynn,” Ruby panted in his ear. “You’re killing me here.”
“Almost there, love.” He gave himself one long, slow stroke, almost overcome by the strength of his need, the desire to hear her come, to lose control while she whimpered and panted her release into his ear.
“Hurry.” Her voice had gone high-pitched again, the way it did right before she came.
“Slow down for me, Ruby.”
“You’re not dragging this out on purpose, are you?”
“Maybe a little,” he admitted. “I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.”
“Flynn.” This time, her voice was definitely a rebuke, broken by a gasp. “You want to drag this out? Fine, stop touching yourself.”
