He cleared his throat roughly.
“Yeah, that’d be okay.”
I thought I heard the sound of his pants unzipping. I hoped to hell I was right, because otherwise I might feel sheepish about the way my hand was sliding down into my sleep shorts.
“So here’s my theory,” I continued. “The book says the best way to find out is to just ask, and I can appreciate the efficiency in that. But I also think it would be really fun to experiment and decide for myself. You know, like a randomized series of tests so I can gather lots of data?”
“You’re going to kill me,” he grunted. “Less data, babe. More licking.”
“Just a sec. I’m gonna grab my vibrator before I keep going.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s the general idea.”
I rolled over and dug out my trusty magic bullet, turning it on low. Not too much . . . not at first.
“So I’m a little worried about how big you are,” I said. “The book tells me I might want to consider licking you all over, until you’re good and wet. Then I’ll wrap my hand around the bottom so you can’t accidentally go too deep. Think that might work?”
“Can’t hurt to give it a shot,” he muttered. “Fuck. I love your voice, babe. You using that vibrator yet?”
“Uh-huh . . .” I whispered. “I’m just laying it against my clit right now, letting it sort of warm me up. I’m imagining what it’ll feel like the first time I taste you. I’m a little nervous, so before I take you in my mouth, I’m going to explore that little slit at the top, okay? You know, try out some of your precome? I figure a little taste is just what I need to get a sense of how it’ll be. Not sure if I want to swallow or not.”
“Babe, I don’t give a shit if you swallow,” he said, his voice strained. “Just don’t stop talking.”
I laughed, feeling powerful.
“I think I’ll turn up my vibrator a little now. I’m rubbing it up and down, first on my clit and then along my labia. I feel really empty, though. I wish you were here, Hunter. I’ll never forget how it felt when you first pushed into me. It hurt a little, but it was great, too. You know I’m still a little sore?”
“I’ve never felt anything as good as your cunt around my dick, and that is the f**kin’ truth.”
“The good news is you’ll feel it again soon. In fact, I wish you were feeling it right now.”
“Why don’t you slide a finger inside, check and see how things are going?” he asked. I propped the phone on my pillow next to my ear and then reached down to follow his instructions.
“Well, for one thing, I’m pretty wet already,” I murmured, closing my eyes. “I guess the thought of sucking you off turns me on. Does that make me a slut?”
“Only in the nicest possible sense of the word. Can you hear me jacking off? Because I swear, I’m pumping so hard it sounds like a freight train in here.”
Oh shit. That went straight to my center. I stuck another finger in, reaching for my G-spot. As usual, I couldn’t quite get there.
Fortunately, my vibrator was available to compensate.
“I feel tingles and pressure running all down my body,” I said. “I’m not there yet, but I will be there soon. I want your weight on top of me—”
I gasped, because the vibrator found a particularly sensitive spot. I felt my muscles tighten and my hips jerked.
“I’m getting close, Hunter.”
“Liam,” he muttered. “Call me Liam. Fuck, I want to be inside you. Shit. Oh, f**k . . .”
“Liam,” I gasped as my back arched. “Holy shit. I can’t wait to do this in person.”
He groaned in my ear, the sound harsh and tight.
“I’m coming,” he said. “Fuck. Fuck.”
He grunted into the phone. I imagined his hand on his cock, the sight of his come squirting out. I started pumping my fingers in and out harder, pretending they were his. My clit tightened, every muscle clenched, and then my hips lifted off the bed as I exploded.
“Ahhh . . .” I lay still, panting into the phone.
It took a couple minutes to recover.
“You’re pretty good at phone sex,” he said after a while, his voice low and growly.
“Thanks,” I whispered. “I miss you.”
“Miss you, too. I’m sorry, babe, but I’m really f**kin’ tired, and blowing my wad just now didn’t help.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll still be in Portland when you get back. Promise.”
WEDNESDAY MORNING
HUNTER: I feel like shit telling you this, but I’m down in Cali again. Thought I’d make it today but had some business come up
ME: Its okay. I understand :(
That evening I watched nervously as Cookie slammed dishes around the kitchen. I wanted to offer to help, but I was a little scared of her. She’d been muttering about men, control, and how much she needed to get back to work.
I understood her frustration.
So far as I could tell, there was a whole lot of nothing going on. Deke wouldn’t tell us anything, but Kit had been listening at doors back home. According to her, the Reapers were divided over who to blame for the shootings. Quite a few thought it was the cartel down south, but they couldn’t rule out the Jacks, either.
So far they hadn’t found any real evidence to prove who was behind the attacks. Until they could, a lot of questions would remain unanswered, and the Jacks would be suspect. Had Hunter’s club broken the truce? Should we start hitting back?