Page 45 of Undisputed Chaos
Her voice was a soft whisper. "Between my legs."
My cock jerked in my hand. "So honest for me." I resumed my strokes, slower now, more controlled. "Slip your hand into those flowery shorts. Tell me how wet you are."
Another rustle, then a sharp inhale. "I'm... oh god…”
"Soaked?" I guessed, grinning at the ceiling. "Just from talking to me? From touching your pretty tits for me?"
"Yes," she admitted, her voice breaking on the word.
"Touch yourself, angel. Slow circles at first.”
I matched my own pace to what I imagined hers was, gentle and exploring at first. "Tell me how it feels."
Her breathing quickened, punctuated by little gasps that drove me wild. "It feels... I've never done this with someone listening."
"I'm not just listening," I growled, my hand speeding up again, unable to maintain the slower pace with those sweet sounds in my ear.
"I'm right there with you. Touching myself to you, angel."
Her breath caught. "You are?"
"Fuck yes," I ground out, hips lifting off the couch with each stroke. "Hard as steel just from your voice. Imagining your artist’s hand wrapped around me instead."
She made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan that shot straight to my depths. "Adrian..."
"That's it, angel. Say my name like that. Like you need me." I was close again, heat building at the base of my spine, balls drawing tight. "Faster now. Chase it. I want to hear you come."
Her breathing turned to little pants, soft sounds escaping between them that had me gripping the phone tight enough to crack it.
"Good girl," I praised, voice strained as I fought my own release. "You're so obedient for me. Let yourself come, angel. I've got you."
When she came, it was with a sob of my name, and the sound tipped me over the edge.
I followed her, my release hitting my stomach in hot, thick pulses as I bit my fist to muffle the roar tearing from my throat.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, gradually slowing.
"Adrian?"
"Yeah, angel?" I reached for the tissues on the side table, cleaning myself up while keeping the phone close.
"Was that... okay?"
Her voice was small, uncertain, a sound that punched through the post-orgasm haze like a knife to the ribs.
This perfect creature was worried about pleasing me, as if she hadn’t just rewritten my fucking DNA.
She might as well carve her name into my dick at this point—no one else even existed in my world anymore.
I sat up sharply, tossing the soiled tissues aside. The knife on the couch cushion glinted in the lamplight, but I ignored it, focusing on the shaky rhythm of her breathing through the phone.
I had to be careful; she was mine, after all.
"Angel," I started softly. "You were incredible. Better than incredible. You're..." I struggled for words that didn't sound like greeting card bullshit. "You're everything."
A shaky laugh. "You're just saying that."
“Hey.” My tone softened, the joke dying as I recognized the vulnerability beneath her words.
