Precum on the tip.
His stomach muscles contracting as he tugs feverishly.
From the strained look on his face and the veins in his neck, I know he’s going to come any second.
I scoot closer to the phone and spread my legs wide, giving him a very X-rated view as I rub my fingers over my clit.
“That cunt . . . it’s mine,” he growls.
“All yours,” I say.
“And those tits. Play with them, Lilly. Make me jealous, envious of what I can’t have.”
My fingers glide over my nipple rings, plucking, twisting, showing him everything that he would do if he were here. I even lower my mouth just above them and flick my tongue over the hardened nubs.
“Fuck . . . me,” he calls out, his hand now moving so fast over his cock, it’s almost a blur.
The strength in his grip, the power in his thrust, the strangle in his voice, it heats my body into an inferno, and before I know it, I’m panting his name.
“My king, please, I need to come.”
He doesn’t say anything at first, and I nearly shout at him as I move my fingers back to my clit and massage it, my orgasm right there, starting to tip me over the edge.
“Keller,” I cry out.
“Come,” he says just as he groans out.
I’m too overcome with my own pleasure to notice him catching his sperm in the cup. My eyes squeeze shut, blocking out everything around me, and as I come, all I can think about is how good this feels and how much better it would be if he was actually in the room with me.
When my hand slows down and I start to catch my breath, I bring my attention to the phone where Keller is nowhere to be found.
Body still thrumming, I sit up and grab the phone. “Keller?” I ask.
“Hold on,” he calls out from a distance. So I wrap my robe around my body again, just in case my fifteen minutes are up with Runa. I honestly can’t tell time when I’m in the middle of an orgasm, and when he comes back, I catch a light flush on his neck.
“Had to clean up,” he says quickly.
“You good?” I answer.
“Yes.” His eyes meet mine. “Thank you, love.”
My heart melts from the term of endearment. “You’re welcome.”
He blows out a heavy breath. “I miss this, miss you.”
“Same,” I say. “So much.”
He nods. “But we’re not doing that again, so don’t ask.”
“What do you mean?”
“We aren’t having phone sex. We shouldn’t have even done that,” he says. “It’s against what Theo and Katla are asking us.”
“Technically—”
“No, Lilly. Not again. Understood?”
Feeling the wind stolen from my sails, I nod. “I understand.”
