Page 35 of Just the Tipsy
I absently rub my breastbone to calm the flutter in my chest. I’m supposed to be warning him and he’s comforting me?
“Areyouokay with all of this?” I say, leaning back into my pillows also. “I thought that it was going to be a relatively low-key situation, sort of like how I told you at the beginning. But now it feels like Kyler is making this a whole thing.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “I mean, I don’t really go on social media and my online footprint is pretty small, especially when I private my account. And I doubt that people will go out of their way to come to Jepsen. I guess I’m fine with it. If something happens, then I’ll deal with it then. I’d probably bore a media outlet to death before they even finished an article on me.”
I snort, curling my legs under myself. “You’re way too calm about this.”
In a lot of ways, I’m relieved. His calm is keeping me calm, and for the first time today, the knot in my chest loosens up.
“I just know there’s not much I can do about it right now.” He shrugs. “And people’s attention spans are short. We can just focus on the stuff coming up or stuff we actually want to do as a distraction. We could throw in a regular night out if there’s anything on your bucket list you want to do but haven’t planned yet.”
My bucket list. The other two lists have quickly faded into the background, the sex one taking up their places. I bite my bottom lip. Phone sex is one of them — does it count if it’s FaceTime? The one time I tried with Kyler, he was confused as to what I was trying to do. Then he figured it out and it was unbelievably awkward.
But as chill as he’s being, would he want to do something like this now?
“Where’d your head go?” Waylon asks, his voice soft. A faint smile comes onto his lips, and he rests a hand behind his head. It does great things to his bicep.
“Where did you assume it went?” I ask with a smirk.
His grin widens. “I just didn’t want to assume anything. Trying to be polite and all.”
The little twang in his words tugs at a part in my heart that it shouldn’t. The contrast between him saying he wants to be polite with the ravenous look in his eye makes me ache between my thighs.
“What item on the list were you thinking of?” he asks.
“The phone sex one. Though does FaceTime sex count?” I ask.
“Yeah, I guess,” he says. ‘It’s your list, so you can do what you want.”
I study him on my screen. The scruff on his strong jaw, his biceps, those fucking glasses. I want to do everything with him, to be honest. Every last thing on my list, twice over.
“Then let’s do FaceTime,” I say, biting my bottom lip. “Wait a second, let me get set up.”
I put my phone down and grab my small phone tripod. I take a few seconds to set it up and sit on my bed again.
“Fancy,” he says. He’s moved over to his bedroom, propped up on his pillows, his shirt off.
“I usually do this two-handed,” I admit. Now that I’m just sitting there on the bed, self-consciousness washes over me. I’ve been more or less naked in front of whole crews of people, but being on this bed makes me feel more naked than ever.
“Two-handed how?” he asks, his voice husky.
“My vibrator and a dildo,” I say, shifting to sit on my hip. The throbbing between my thighs is already starting to overwhelm me.
“Mm.” He holds up a finger and grins. “Let me get a proper set up too.”
He puts his phone down and disappears for a few moments. I hear him tell Duke to get out of the room, and I glance over atSadie, who’s napping. Hopefully she doesn’t wake up. A second later, the camera shifts and he has both hands free too. His cock is already tenting in his shorts.
“So…” I bite my lip.
“Why don’t we start with you taking your shorts off,” he says, gently stroking himself through his shorts.
I do as he says, leaving me in just my favorite panties. I have them in every color — lacy and pretty, but comfortable. Waylon nods, taking me in.
“Now what?” I ask. I want him to guide me, half because this is brand new territory and half because I like the way his voice deepens when he gives me commands.
“Get those toys you like.”
I lean over to reach my side table and grab my two favorites — a pink wand vibrator and a pink dildo. I’ve never been able to find a rabbit toy that gives me what I need. I hold them up so he can see them, and he nods in approval.
