He cut himself off.
I kept going. Torturing Mitchell was my new favorite game. “I think about swirling my tongue around the head. Ithink of you telling me to take more. To be a big girl and loosen my throat so I can take enough to make me choke.”
I was reciting words I’d read in my books. But I meant them.
“Would you like that, Mitchell?” I rounded circles over my clit, starting to pant.
He grunted. “Yes, Winona.”
I lowered myself back in the water. It sloshed as I moved my hand, the sound adding to the urgency cresting there. “I’d touch myself while I did it, Mitchell, just like I’m doing now. But all the noises I’d make; they’d be muffled because my mouth was stuffed with your cock.”
Mitchell made a sound I couldn’t describe, but it sent a spike of pure need right through me, its zenith right at the nub of my clit.
“Such a dirty girl, Firecracker,” Mitchell growled. “So greedy for cock.”
He was talking like one of the leading men in my books. Vyke.
Exactly like him, actually.
I froze in my movements, my rapidly swelling clit practically crying out.
“You read the books,” I breathed.
“Of course I did, Firecracker. I need to know what makes you put those little bookmarks on certain pages.”
“It’s the emotional parts,” I said, breathing hard, my fingers circling once again with agonizing slowness.
“There were different colors, Winona. I think some of them were the feelings, and trust me, I want to know about those. But the other ones…those were the parts Wyn got fucked, weren’t they.”
I whimpered. He’d just effortlessly taken me out of the driver's seat.
“Maybe,” I confessed.
“Wyn, that’s very close to your name, isn’t it, baby girl?”
I breathed. “Yes.”
“What was your favorite part in that first one? Was it where Vyke fucked Wyn over the edge of the balcony while the neighbor watched? Or was it her sucking his cock while she rode his hand in the car?”
I was nearly there now. I moaned, wishing desperately I hadn’t agreed to this stupid prolongation of what had to happen. I needed him. Right fucking now. “Mitchell… I’m going to come.”
“Not yet. Tell me which part, Firecracker.”
“When…” I tucked the phone under my chin, tweaked my nipples with my newly freed hand. I worked my clit in defiance of his demands. He wasn’t here to stop me.
“Winona.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Do not come. That’s my orgasm to take.”
I was so turned on by the possessive words and demanding tone, I stopped, panting. We both knew this would never fly outside this situation. Talking to me like that would get another wrench thrown at his head. But in here, he knew it was exactly what I needed.
I let out a breath, gripping the side of the tub, trying to ignore my throbbing clit.
“Okay. Fine. My favorite part is when he’s chasing her through the woods. He’s been teasing her, and he finally breaks into her house and goes down on her when she’s sleeping and then just… leaves. After that, she can’t stop thinking about him and?—”
My hand crept down.
