Playing It Safe(43)

“Were you thinking about me and what I would do to you?”

“Yes.”

“Christ,” he mumbles, and I giggle, thoroughly enjoying this new form of torture between us. “What are you wearing right now?”

I look down at myself in the near dark and decide that instead of making up some bullshit about wearing a corset or a teddy, I’ll tell him the truth. “I’m wearing a white tank top and a pair of black lace boy shorts.”

“Lose the tank top. Now.”

I tear it off of me as if it were on fire and toss it across my room before lying back down.

He chuckles at how quickly I get back on the phone. “Tell me what you look like now.”

“I’m only wearing the black lace boy shorts and lying down on my bed.”

“Are you under the blankets?”

“No.”

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now tell me what you were imagining I was doing to you before I called.”

God, this is weird and hot as hell.

“Don’t be shy, Julia.”

Tightly shutting my eyes, I take a big gulp, and in a throaty whisper I get right into it with him, describing in detail what I had been picturing in my head.

“I was imagining that you were on top of me. You were kissing and licking your way down from my mouth, stopping at my neck for a little while, then moving down to my breasts.”

“And then what did I do?” he coaxes softly.

“You were sucking my nipple and pinching the other one with your fingers.”

“Take your hands and pinch your nipples for me.”

“Okay.” I do exactly as I’m told. “Mmmm, that feels so good.”

“Fuuuuck,” he says, almost growling. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

The position of the phone cradled at my ear is messing with our little escapade. I’m going to have to put this thing on speaker so I can play along better.

“Hang on a second.”

“Wait, don’t you dare hang up on me!” he shouts. His voice is blasting through my speaker phone and right by my ear since I’ve put it to rest on my pillow.

“Relax, I’m not going anywhere,” I purr. “Needed to put my phone on speaker so my hands can be free.”

“Lick your fingers,” he instructs, wasting no time and diving back in. “Then pinch your nipples again for me.”

If there was an award for following directions, I’d win first place by a mile. With a resounding pop from the last finger that I lick, I start rolling each nipple between my forefinger and thumb until I moan into the darkness and my back arches off the bed.


“Does it feel good?”

“Yes. So good, Alex.”

“I’d lick and suck your tits until you f*cking begged me to stop, Julia.”

“I wouldn’t want you to stop. I’d want you to suck them harder.”

“Holy shit,” he mutters. “Pinch them harder.”

I’m squeezing the living shit out of my nipples to the point that I may not have any feeling left in them by the time all is said and done. But it’s worth it while I envision Alex’s mouth wrapped around one, his hooded eyes looking up at me while I writhe underneath him. Jesus, this is stupid good, and it’s making me even more ballsy than usual.

“Are you hard for me?” I ask in between moans.

“As a f*cking rock.”

“I want you to take your cock out and stroke it so I can hear you. And don’t make me beg.”

An abrupt rustle fills the air while I hear him moving and doing exactly as I’ve requested. I might climax solely on the visual currently dancing around my head of Alex touching himself, it’s that vivid and smoking hot.

“Now back to you,” he groans. “Slide your hands down and take your panties off.”

My hands follow his instructions to the tee. I hook my fingers inside the waistband while lifting my ass off the bed and removing my already soaked panties.

“Are they off?”

“Yes,” I answer.

His voice is becoming rougher, and it spurs me on even more. “Spread your legs and imagine me licking you,” he says.

“Mmmmm,” I moan, picturing his head between my legs. “I wish you were really here, Alex.”

“You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” he says as his breathing becomes more labored.

“I love it.”

“Are you ready to come?”

“Are you?”

“Fuck yes,” he says with a small chuckle. “Touch yourself and tell me exactly how wet you are for me.”

I take two fingers, and they slide in and out so easily it’s almost embarrassing. “Drenched.”

“Christ.”

“Alex,” I beg, unashamed now because the need is too much. “I need to come.”

“Touch your clit for me, Julia.”

I know the second that I flick the oversensitized piece of flesh I’ll probably be yelling so loud that I might wake the goddamn neighbors. But I don’t give a shit anymore. I need the relief. With a quick flick of my finger, I find the spot that will bring me that much closer to heaven. It takes all of five to six swipes before I’m moaning his name out loud and climaxing. I swear I think I see stars because what makes it even better is hearing Alex having an orgasm at the same time. God help me, it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.