“And how many times have you imagined my cock in your mouth?”
My eyes widen, and I lose breath, even though he says it so blasé.
“What about my cock in your ass?” I hear the smile behind the words.
Oh my God. I lick my dry lips and squirm a little on the bed. The spot between my legs begins to pulse with his words.
“In your pussy?”
“Lo,” I croak. Are we having phone sex right now? I eye the door. Should I go lock it?
“Have you been good?” Lo asks. “Did you touch yourself at all?”
“No, I’ve waited.”
“I’m proud of you,” Lo tells me. And I immediately feel a sense of accomplishment wash over me. “You’ve earned something then.”
We are having phone sex!Yes.I crawl out of my canopy, struggling with the net for two seconds too long, and then jump off the bed with the phone still braced in my hand. I race to lock the door. Pausing in the middle of the room, I look to my closet. “Do I need…” How does this even work?
“Need what?” he asks in confusion.Great, he can’t read my mind.What I’d give to be dating Charles Xavier—though theX-Men: First Classedition where he’s played by James McAvoy. Bald doesn’t do it for me.
“Never mind,” I mutter.
“Needwhat, Lily?” Lo prods again, his voice serious. I don’t answer right away, trying to gain the nerve to say the words. “Am I going to have to guess? It better not be lube. You’ve never had a problem getting wet around me.”
“Stop talking,” I tell him. “You’re making this hard.”
“You’re making me hard.”
I roll my eyes while my lips involuntarily rise. “Please tell me that’s not your best dirty talk.”
“I’ve said better,” he agrees. “You know you can tell me anything. It can’t be that embarrassing.” He pauses. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be embarrassed anyway, but good news is that I can’t see you turn all red.”
I wish he could. I’d give anything for him to be here right now. But then I wouldn’t. Because coming home early means failure on his part, and I want him to succeed. I just feel so conflicted. About everything.
Maybe that’s why I’m still standing in the middle of my bedroom, wavering on whether to venture to my closet or hop right back on the mattress.
“Do you think I should…use a vibrator or…dildo…” I actuallystutter. My whole face heats, and I swear little beads of sweat gather on my upper lip. I wipe it frantically, panicked as though someone will see me perspiring.
“Are you serious?That’swhat you’re fucking nervous to ask me?” he says, slightly offended. “I thought you wanted to use the cellphone or something.”
What? It takes me a moment to realize what he’s talking about. I gag and cringe. “Ew.” NowI’moffended.
“That’s what you get for not coming clean from the start, love,” he says with a laugh. His voice drops to a serious tone. “What does your therapist say about the toys?”
“We haven’t talked about them.”
“Then let’s avoid them for now, okay?”
I can’t help but feel a little dejected by the decision. In my head, I heard Lo sayingof course, go pick out the one that looks like my cock.I guess those days of enabling are over.
I untangle the knotted canopy and climb back on the bed, the phone now on speaker. “Where are you right now?” I ask, wanting a mental picture in place.
“In my bedroom. I have my own bathroom, no roommate, so the privacy is nice. The comforter is kind of scratchy though.”
“How sexy.”
I see him grinning in my mind, his amber eyes lighting up. “Aren’t I always?”
