A Mess of a Man (Cruel & Beautiful #2)(80)
I shovel in a few bites of a quick dinner and change my clothes desperate for bed when my phone buzzes.
“Ben.” My face brightens as I imagine his messy hair and steel gray eyes on the other end.
“Hey, gorgeous. Tell me, what are you wearing right now?”
After a throaty chuckle, I say, “A white tank top, tiny boxers, and that’s about it.”
“Oh, God, you’re killing me. No bra?”
“Why would I do that when I’m in bed?”
He groans and I smile even more. “Do me a favor. Take a selfie and text it to me. I need to see you.”
“Seriously?”
“As a f*cking heart attack.”
I do as he asks, and shoot him the picture.
“Jesus, Sam. You look perfect. What I wouldn’t do right now to kiss your perfect tits. Look at you in this picture. I want you to do something else for me.”
“What?”
“Take your shorts off.”
What is he thinking? “Oh no. I am not sending you naked pictures.”
“No, that’s not what I want you to do. Just take off your shorts, please.” His gruff voice has me doing as he asks. “Are they off?” he wants to know.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now touch yourself. And when you do, I want you to tell me how you feel.”
My inhale is shaky as my hand brushes against my core, fingers delving into my slit.
“Well?”
“Good. It feels good,” I admit.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes, Ben. I’m wet.”
“What else?”
“Warm, slick.”
“Move your finger around your clit. I want to hear you make yourself moan, Sam. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Pretend it’s me doing it. Remember how I did it to you? Mimic what I did. Can you do that?”
“I-I think so.” I circle my clit over and over, then run my fingers up and down, back and forth.
“Harder, Sam, and now I want you to slip a finger inside.”
I do as he tells me, but now talking isn’t an option anymore.
“Tell me how you feel.”
My voices seizes in my throat as I shudder. “I want to come,” I pant.
“And you will. Make yourself.”
“You…only if you make yourself, too.”
“Already doing that, baby.”
“Oh, God, why can’t I be there watching you?” I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. The visual of Ben with his cock in his hand is almost enough to push me into my climax.
Ben’s voice brings me back. “The same reason why I can’t see you. Are you close? Because I am.” The huffing from the phone lets me know just how close he is.
“Very,” I eke out.
“Come on, baby, do it now.” And at his urging, and after a few more rapid strokes, I climax and hear him do the same.
About a minute passes when his voice finally comes at me. “Sam, pull the sheet up to cover your * and take another selfie. I want to see you post-orgasm.”
I do it and send it to him.
“Just as I thought. I love the look on your face after you climax.”
“Ben, what’s fair is fair. I want one, too.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yep.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I have to wonder what he means. A couple of seconds later when his picture arrives, I’m not at all prepared for what he sends. I get the full scale of Ben, but he’s naked and one hand is wrapped around his cock. Hmm. Very naughty Ben. How delicious is this?
“Well?”
I can tell he’s holding back a laugh.
“I guess you could say we’ve passed the test of phone sex then?” I ask, trying not to laugh myself.
Now his laugh explodes through the phone. “Passed? We f*cking aced it, baby.”
As we get ready to say goodnight, I remember the family dinner my mom wants to do. I ask him about it and he seems to be okay with the date.
“Two weeks is good. Dad will be back by then and things will be much calmer. Tell your mom it’s a go.”
“Great. I’ll let her know. And Ben, thanks for the great phone-gasm.”
“It was totally my pleasure, but Sam, I’m always happy to lend a hand. Or a mouth. Or a tongue.”
My days have been hectic and my nights lonely. I haven’t seen much of Sam between my work and hers. The sound of her voice cradles me and I miss her warm body next to mine. The phone is wedged between my ear and shoulder as find myself on the verge of begging as I shut down my computer.
“You wouldn’t believe the clients today. Apparently the constant rain over the last few days is making everyone crazy.” I say.
“What happened?” And the humor in her voice makes me smile.
“One of Dad’s clients called me to tell me her psychic said red is bad. So I need to dump any investment where the company’s logo is red.”
That gets a laugh out of her and it feels good. She’s been stressed and I want to make her feel better. “And how can you possibly do that?”
“Exactly. I think I’ve convinced her to hold off and see if the psychic meant something else. And that’s not the half of what’s happened today.” I pause, but when she doesn’t speak I switch gears. “Sure I can’t convince you to come to my place tonight?”