Really?
What did he know about the sound of my voice when I was abouttocome?
Of course, there was the other night, in the bathroom… or maybe he was just speaking from generalexperience.
Which remindedme—Shit!
“What aboutAmanda?”
“Whatabouther?”
“You know what.” Jesus. I’d totally forgotten about Amanda. “Shouldn’t you be doing thiswithher?”
“Shedidn’ttext.”
My mouthdroppedopen.
“I’m joking, sweetheart,” he said softly. He laughed a bit, very Brody-like, and tingles ran through me. “Webrokeup.”
“Oh.” I sighed my relief and relaxed back into the bed; didn’t even realize how much I’d tensed up. I didn’t know what else to say. The wires in my head were crossed. My body was throbbing. All I could hear was my pussy screaming at me to keep doing what I was doing, just listen to Brody’s voice and forget abouteverythingelse.
“Have I killedthemood?”
“Uh… no…” I slipped my hand back down and picked up where I’d left off. “Just… talk aboutsomethingelse.”
“Like what? Like how I’m gonna slide my tongue between your legs the first chanceIget?”
“Youare?”
“Yeah. Definitely. You gonnaletme?”
“Um…okay…”
“I’ll be home around eight tomorrow. You should be at theparty.”
“I… I will be…” I was panting now, softly, trying not to do it into the phone for somereason.
“Good,” he said. “Then maybe you can show me what you’re doing right now. It’s not fair you’re doing that shit for me and I don’t even get to see.” He sounded frustrated; a littleanguished,even.
And maybe I was a terrible person, but it was turningmeon.
Maybe I was a cocktease?
“Yeah,” I breathed, my brain completely disconnecting from reason. He could say about anything right now and I’dagree.
“Or touch,”hesaid.
“Yeah…”
“Ortaste.”
I came then—I couldn’t stop it if I tried. The thought of Brody tasting me, of him wanting to taste me… and I just blew up. I cried out softly, kind of into my pillow, remembering Roni and her guests. Likely they couldn’t hear me. I still had music on, and they were probably too busyanyway.
Brody could hear me, though. For sure, hecould.
He heard me all the way inChicago.
“Fuck… Jessa…” I heard him murmur, and he was breathingheavy.
