Page 106 of Broken Trails
My brows lift. “And why would I do that?”
“Because I’m gonna make myself come right now… and you’re gonna do it with me.”
My heart thuds. “What? Right now? On the phone?”
“Yes.”
I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “No.”
“You said I can’t come over. You’re so mean.” He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Please, Freckles.”
The phone must be so close to his mouth because I can hear every groan, every heavy breath. I bite my lip, glancing at the closed bedroom door like someone might walk in, even though I live alone. “Only if you go first.”
His chuckle is pure sin. “I’ve been palming my cock since you said ‘robe,’ baby.”
A thought hits me then. The truth is, I’ve only ever seen one man’s cock in my entire life, and the thought of seeing another’s—his—makes something twist in my stomach. Not in fear exactly, but in the strange, unsettled way change always does. His sharp inhale cuts through the line, sparking heat low in my belly. The image of his hand working over his cock flashes in my mind, and an involuntary sound escapes me before I can catch it.
“Hm. I heard that,” he murmurs. “Is this turning you on?”
I swallow. “Maybe.”
“Fuck, Zoe… you have no idea how much I want to hear those sounds in front of me. Ineedto hear you come with me. Now, be good and slide your hand down for me.”
I sigh in defeat, and his answering chuckle is gravelly. My fingers slip beneath my robe, under my flimsy shorts, instantly finding the heat between my thighs.
“That’s it,” he says, voice rough. “You touching that perfect little clit yet?”
I start circling it, tentatively at first, because this has to be the most outlandish thing I’ve ever done—touching myself for someone over the phone. “Yes.”
“Atta girl.” His own movements are louder now, more insistent. “Is it nice and wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
“What?”
“Put a finger inside and hold the speaker next to it.”
I hesitate, but the filthy command makes my hips roll. “You’re impossible.”
“Uh-uh. I’m painfully hard. Big difference.”
I do what he says, sliding a finger inside, holding the phone lower. The wet sound fills the space between us as I work my finger in and out, letting him hear exactly what he’s doing to me without even being here.
His groan is guttural, rough enough to vibrate down my spine. “Fucking hell, Zoe. If you were here, I’d have you on your back in seconds, driving my cock into you.”
The image slams into me, stealing my breath away. My fingers move faster before I can even think, chasing the sharp, desperate edge building low in my belly.
“That’s it. Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
My hips lift, chasing it. “Michael…”
“I’m close, Freckles. You gonna come with me?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
