Page 20 of Dark Encounter
A soft chuckle resounded in my ear. "Grace Adams. Are you drunk, you naughty girl?"
Erik. Why was he calling? I jerked up in the bed and glanced around, covering my chest as if he could see me.
"I thought you were a calling service. I was being childish."
"Childish? I would say you were being incredibly seductive, which isn't good for you or me." His voice left my thighs clenched, my center wet.
"I agree, seeing that we're nothing to one another. Something you need? I'm not working at the library this weekend, so if you're hoping to stay late today, then-" I tried to play all business, but he cut me off.
"Grace. Hush."
"I'm hanging up." I dropped back on the bed and closed my eyes. Fuck. I wasn't going to hang up.
"Tell me what you have on."
"No," I whispered roughly as lust burned through me.
"Want me to guess?" He moved in between playful and aggressive. I needed both parts of his personality, all of it. I needed him.
"I'm in my panties and a bra. I just danced around my room like a virgin teenager. Happy?" I barked into the phone, going for angry instead of hurt. My heart quivered in my chest. I was so lost to him and yet I was the only one that felt that way.
"I can see you in my mind’s eyes." He growled softly. "I can't get away right now, but I wanna hear you come."
"What?" His words rang through my mind, waking me up to the possibility of being incredibly naughty for him.
"You heard me, Kitten. I can't get away right now. There's too much shit going on at the house, but I have about fifteen minutes. I'm in one of the bedrooms at my Dad's place. I want you spread across the top of me, but that can't be right now."
"Erik. You left and told me to lock up the other night. You wouldn't kiss me. You didn't call me yesterday." I sat up as my anger locked into place. "I'm not playing your fucked up games. I'm a human, not a robot. A woman, not a slut."
"Oh, Grace. You are a slut, Kitten. You told me you were. You said you were my slut." He chuckled. "And I'm telling you to lay back and make sure you moan loudly. I want to come to the sound of you losing yourself for me."
"No." Desire raced up my spine as a deep pulsing raged between my thighs.
"Now. Lay back. I'm running out of time, and I'm a man who gets what I want."
"Not this time you don't."
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon in the library. Wear a skirt so when I spank your ass in front of everyone you know and respect, they can hear the slap of my hand against your skin."
"I'm not scared of you showing up tomorrow. You wouldn't-"
"Lay back and do what I tell you to do. You don't know anything about me. I'll show up and do just what I promised to do. Stop fighting me. You want me between your legs as bad as I want to be there."
"I hate you," I whispered and laid back as my heart tried to beat its way out of my chest.
"Good girl. Tug that bra down and squeeze your pretty tit for me, Grace. Next time we're together, I'm going to lick and suck on those beautiful breasts, baby. I'm going to get them nice and wet so I can slip my cock through them and watch you lick at me while I come. You ready for that?"
I cried out, my mind racing with the possibilities. "Yeah. I'm so ready," I moaned and squeezed my breasts as I closed my eyes. Somewhere within a matter of seconds, I resigned myself to do anything he wanted me to.
"Good. I know you are, Kitten." He took a deep breath. "Now, slide your fingers into your panties and tell me what you feel. Be descriptive, or I'll finger fuck you while I spank your ass in the library tomorrow."
A deep moan left me as I slid my fingers into my panties. "So wet, Erik. My body's ticking like a clock, the ache so bad I want to cry." I rimmed myself and moaned again.
Bastard. How did he have me doing exactly what he wanted? A finger fuck and spanking sounded delicious, justnotin the middle of the fucking library.
"I can imagine it, baby. I'm slow fucking this big cock you sucked on the other night. It's not often a pretty girl like you can take something so huge into her mouth, much less her pussy. You gonna let me stretch you out good before I slide deep inside of you, Grace?"
"Please?" I groaned and pressed my finger into my wetness as the image of him masturbating filled my mind. I wanted to be between his thighs, working him myself as he gazed down at me with his dark, brooding look.
