Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(90)

“Well, thanks. Now, I can cross receive dick pic off my to-do list.”

“Damn, what kind of to-do list do you have going?”

“With you, I’m making it up as I go.”

We laughed.

“Let’s cross phone sex off your kinky to-do list.”

“You aren’t letting that go, are you?”

“Nope,” he replied, putting an extra pop on the P.

I flopped back on my bed. “Seriously, Mal. I just want to get undressed and go to bed.”

“Now you’re talking. Take it off, baby, and tell me all about it. I’m in my bed, the scent of you still on my sheets. Dick hard in my hands and ready for a bedtime story.”

“Malcolm!”

“Well, you just skipped ahead to the end; screaming my name.”

My face heated up at that comment. The man had a knack for doing that to me. Malcolm cleared his throat, and I could hear him moving around on his bed. I thought about last night and how I’d had the courage then to slip naked beneath those same covers. Could it really be so bad? With a sigh, I looked down at my pale blue jeans and rosy, cotton T-shirt. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering going through with this.

“Fine.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said…you win.” I nibbled on my pinky as I thought about what to say. I got up to turn off the light. No way could I do this with the lights on. Thank goodness Dorian slept two floors down. I put the phone on speaker.

“I’m slipping my shirt off for you.” I smiled and covered my face with my hand.

“What color is your bra?”

“Black.”

“A sexy lace one?”

I gave a quick glance down at my plain white cotton bra. “Yes. I know how much you like sexy black lingerie.”

“Keep going, baby.” The husky sound in his voice made me shiver.

“I’m sliding my jeans off, over my hips, to reveal my matching, lace black thong.”

I slid them down my thighs, trying to walk at the same time. My foot caught in the left leg of my jeans, and I face-planted onto the bed. I bit my lip to stifle a laugh. At the same time, I heard Malcolm make the most provocative sound. Instantly, my mind flashed to the feel of his hands on me. I swallowed back a moan.

I repositioned myself on the bed, putting the phone on the pillow beside me. His heavy breaths erased any lingering doubts of my ability to perform for him.

My hand slipped inside the cup of my bra. “I’m tracing circles around my nipple.”

I closed my eyes as I continued to touch myself, feeling phantom tingles of Malcolm’s beard tickling over me. My mouth opened slightly as I remembered the way he feathered kisses everywhere. I swallowed hard, hearing him groan again.

“It’s hard. They both are. Begging to be sucked.”

“Fuck, baby. Yes, I’ll happily give them the attention they need.”

I pinched my nipple, moaning at the sensation.

“That sound. So fucking sexy.”

I did it again. My own breathing increasing. I licked my lips. “I’m sliding my hands into my panties. I’m wet for you already.”

I stroked myself slowly. My arousal increasing. I moaned again. “Touching my clit and thinking about your skillful fingers. Making the circles…it feels so good. Mmm, baby…your mouth…I wish your mouth was on me right now.”

He didn’t say anything. The sound of his ragged breathing let me know he was still there and waiting for more. My hand ventured lower, remembering the look in his eyes when he’d made love to me last night. Slow and unrushed. Loving every inch of me. Cherishing every inch of me.

I arched my back and let out a sound—half moan, half gasp—when I slipped two fingers inside. I rocked my hips in rhythm with my fingers, keeping pressure on my clit with my thumb.

“Mal…” My breathing rapid. “I...I’m fingering myself, wishing...wishing it was you instead. Ah!”

I heard him grunt. I knew he was close. I couldn’t talk any more. Our moans of pleasure intermingled in the air. I grabbed at my covers, lifted my hips, needing more contact, deeper contact with my hand. My fingers were slick, moving faster in and out of my body. I slipped a third in, my thumb kept working the stiff nub. The pressure mounted.

“Yes. Oh...yes,” I let out in a breathy moan.

Another groan and a loud “fuck” coming over the speaker sent me over the edge. The orgasm rocketed shock waves of pleasure through my body. I laid in the dark, enjoying the aftershocks and trying to catch my breath.

“Damn, baby, that was good.”

The biggest smile spread across my face. “Yeah. I kinda enjoyed that myself.”

I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle my laughter. I’d just had phone sex. I couldn’t believe I’d done that. I’d had phone sex and managed to get him off by talking. Well, talking and moaning. But still, I did that.

The memory of the first and only other time I’d masturbated came barreling out of nowhere. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a soft whimper. When would this stop?

“You starting up for round two already?”

“No. Can you talk to me for a little while?”

I shook my head, trying to clear the thought away. It wasn’t a bad memory. I just didn’t want to have it. I didn’t want to remember Seth. I wanted to enjoy this moment without my thoughts ruining things.