Page 44 of Undisputed Chaos
The image of her thinking about my hands on her body made my cock pulse against my palm.
“Everywhere.” A desperate little noise escaped her. “My hips. My neck.”
I bit back a growl, squeezing harder. “And what else?”
"Your mouth. How you bit me. I keep touching the spot where you?—"
"Like this?" I dragged my teeth over my knuckles, loud enough for her to hear, my other hand working a steady rhythm, pre-cum already slicking my fingers.
“Yes.”
"Good girl." I rewarded her honesty with a low hum of approval, fully freeing myself from my sweats.
I stood thick and heavy in my hand, veins prominent against flushed skin.
"Now, how do you feel about touching yourself for me?”
A choked sound came through the phone. "I-I don't know. Not... not with someone listening."
"Sure you do." I purred, stroking myself slowly, matching the rhythm to my words. My thumb circled my sensitive head, spreading the wetness there.
"Start slow. Trail your fingers down your neck… Pretend it's my mouth, my tongue licking over your soft skin.”
Her breath hitched, followed by the soft shush of skin on skin.
"That's it," I praised.
I closed my eyes, picturing her head thrown back, chest flushed, fingers skating over collarbones I'd mark with my teeth if I were there.
My hand moved faster on my cock, my hips lifting slightly off the couch to meet each stroke. “Now lower. To those pretty tits you're always hiding under those little dresses."
"Adrian—" Her voice was scandalized, breathless.
"Trust me, angel," I purred, imagining her small, soft hands replacing mine. "I remember every detail from the club. The way they felt pressed against me.”
My breathing grew heavier, strokes more purposeful. "Touch them. Tell me how they feel."
The sound of rustling fabric, then a soft breath. "They're... soft.”
"Good girl," I praised, cock throbbing at her obedience.
"Circle your nipples with your fingers. Gently at first."
I demonstrated on myself as I spoke, running my thumb over the head of my cock, teasing myself the way I wanted her to tease herself. “Then pinch them for me.”
Her sharp intake of breath told me she'd obeyed. My hand moved faster, muscles tensing as pressure built at the base of my spine, way too fucking fast.
"How does it feel?" My voice had dropped an octave, rough with holding back.
"Good," she whispered, "Please..."
That single word, so needy and desperate, almost made me cum. I slowed my strokes further, not wanting this to end too quickly.
"Please, what? Tell me, pretty angel.”
“I need… more.”
"More where?" I squeezed the base of my cock tightly, staving off the orgasm that threatened to overtake me at her shy admission. "Tell me where you want to be touched."
