Page 31 of False Start
“Fuck.”
I gripped my erection and gave it a hard stroke as I hit send.
Immediately, my phone rang. I answered without bothering to look at the caller ID.
“Is that what you wanted, princess?”
Through the line, I heard her breath hitch.
“What are you doing, Georgie girl?”
“Touching myself.”
I groaned, squeezing the base of my dick hard as it kicked in my hand.
“Set the scene for me.”
There was a rustle of fabric and a sigh. “I’m naked in my room. It’s a bit distracting in here because I started to paint it a few weeks ago and never finished, but my bed is comfortable—”
“Princess,” I cut in.
“Yes?”
“Turn off the light.”
“Okay.”
There were sounds of movement through the line and then a whump as she landed back in bed.
“Done.”
“Good. Now, tell me how you feel. Where are your hands? Where do you want my hands?”
Her moan sent goosebumps racing over my skin as I brought the memory of her naked form to mind.
“You’re pinching my nipple,” she murmured. “Your other hand is around my throat.”
“Do you like my hand there?”
She hummed. “I wish you’d do it to me more often. It makes me feel safe. Owned.”
The word lit me up from the inside out. Fucking hell, I wanted to own her.
“Put your hand between your legs and tell me how wet you are.”
Her breath stuttered, a small “ah” falling out as I waited for her response. Instead of telling me, she must have moved the speaker, because deliciously filthy noises came down the line as she slid her fingers into her wet pussy.
“Fuck yourself like I would if I was there,” I murmured, matching my strokes to the little mewls falling from her lips.
“Imagine they’re my fingers inside you. Can you feel me?”
“Yes.” Her breath was coming in faster pants, her sheets crinkling as she chased the high I wanted her to feel.
“Rub your clit with your other hand, baby. I want to hear you come apart for me.”
My balls tightened, a warning tingle in my lower back telling me I was seconds from blowing. I needed to get her there quickly.
“Be a good girl and come for me. Now.”
