“Good girl.”
My walls clench again.
“Do you have a sex toy hidden somewhere in your old room?” he asks.
“No.” Because Mother used to snoop around our rooms whenever we were away, I only invested in one after I left for Harvard.
“Then fingers it is. What are you wearing, love?”
“Partially jeans and a blouse. Oh, and that green lacy lingerie you like.”
“I like all your lingerie. I need you to open the blouse, Gen.”
“Completely?”
“Yes. And when you’re done, you’ll pull your bra up and free your beautiful tits.”
My fingers shake as I follow his instruction, tension growing in my core and chest with each button I undo. If someone comes in right now, I’ll never be able to set foot in this house ever again. Which, admittedly, wouldn’t be such a terrible thing.
“There, done,” I say once my breasts are exposed to the open air.
“Are your nipples hard, red? Are they all pebbled and perky, begging for my tongue to play with them?”
“Yes. I can even feel them tugging.”
“Hmm… Touch them. Pinch them with your fingers. Twist them between your thumb and index. You love when I do that, don’t you?”
My hands don’t even need my brain’s command to move into action, my entire being devoted to Jake at this moment. “You know I do,” I mumble, surprised by the small electric shivers my fingers trigger.
“Now, pinch them hard enough to hurt, Gen. Imagine I’m biting them.” Again, I do what he asks, ripping a small moan out of myself. “Hmm, such an obedient girl. Gently caress them with your thumbs like I would with my tongue, soothe the pain away, sweetheart.”
“Jake,” I whimper, pressing my knees together to fight the urge growing inside me.
“We’ll get there in due time, red. But perfect tits like yours deserve some attention. This morning, I rubbed one out to that pic you sent me back then. You have such beautiful nipples.”
“Hmm,” I moan, twisting my tips again between my fingers, wishing he was doing it instead.
“Alright, I want you to keep fondling your left breast, but move your right hand between your legs.” He gives me enough time to comply. “Are you wet?”
“Yes…”
“I bet you are.” I hear a spitting sound, and I imagine him with a dollop of saliva in his hand that he coats on his erection. “You’re always so wet, love, flooding my cock with your cum when you orgasm. It drives me fucking mad, you know that?”
“Jake, please… What do I do?”
“Your index and middle fingers. Run their tips over your soaked slit. Get them all glistening for me, red.”
“God, I’m so wet.”
He groans on the other side of the line, and it makes my clit pulse with need. “Circles—draw tight circles around your clit, Gen. But softly at first. Tease yourself. You say you hate it when I do that, but it’s a lie, isn’t it? Don’t you love when I edge you to the brink of insanity just to make you shatter even harder?”
My back arches against the mattress, my fingertips as light as feathers on my needy little bud. “Mmh, yes.”
“The way you beg, red, how you plead with me to let you come… It’s the sexiest thing in the world. Are you still playing with your nipple?”
“Yes. Jake, I need more.”
“How much more?”
