“A boy can dream.”
Pleasure was making her near delirious. She focused on the images he was painting. Him cupping and tugging his balls as he jerked off. Thighs spread. All that maleness on display. “Do you really own plugs for yourself?”
It was a question she wouldn’t have had the guts to ask a few minutes before, but her filter had disintegrated into a pile of ash.
He grunted. “Freak you out?”
“I think it’s hot.”
And she wasn’t lying. A straight guy who had made no apologies about indulging in that kind of pleasure? There was something unbelievably sexy about that.
“What does it feel like?” she asked.
“Mmm, never tried it yourself?”
“No.”
“You’re missing out, mama. Hard to describe. Want me to grab mine?”
She bit her lip, her hand still working the toy. “Only if you want to.”
“One sec. Keep doing what you’re doing.” There was the drag of a drawer on his end then he was back. “Haven’t done this in a while, but I like that the thought is making you hot. I like this dirty side of you.”
Her hips undulated forward, the pleasure building and building inside her. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’ve lubed up the plug and now I’m stroking my cock while I work the plug in with my other hand.”
Her eyelids squeezed tight. The vision of Pike penetrating himself with something was making her inner muscles clench and sending desperate need rolling through her. Never before had she considered that something like that would do it for her. But Christ the image was hurtling her toward release.
Pike let out a low groan. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Oakley pressed against her clit, trying to hold off her orgasm as long as she could. “Tell me.”
“The plug’s inside and vibrating. It’s making everything feel full and tight, and every stroke I give my cock feels more intense. I want to come, but I’m stroking slow, teasing myself, thinking of you here, your fingers on the plug, my cock in your mouth. The scent of you in the air.”
“God,” she whispered.
“Maybe I’ll try this on you sometime. Fuck you while you have a toy in your ass, my fingers stroking your clit. You’d feel so filled up, baby.”
She moaned, the image almost too much. “I’m close.”
“Take it, baby. I want you fucking yourself good and deep. Let me hear you come around that hard, cold cock.”
She lost it then, the dildo buried deep and her fingers working. She cried out freely, no one home to hear. “Pike!”
“Fuck, yes.” Pike’s grunts filled the phone line, and she could hear the slick pace of his fist even as she gasped her way through her orgasm—light breaking behind her eyes. Pike came with a shout and a string of curses. But before he finished, she heard her name on his lips. Over and over again.
Oakley, Oakley, Oakley.
Not Sasha. Not baby. Not some filthy name. Oakley.
It’d been a long time since she’d heard her own name said in the heat of passion like that. She liked it. More than she probably should.
She pulled the toy from her body and collapsed back into her pile of pillows in a panting heap. After they’d both been quiet for a few moments, listening to the pounding of her heart in her ears, she found her voice again. “Wow, maybe I should be paying you.”
The chuckle on the other end was sated and sleepy. “The feeling’s mutual. Plus, don’t bother. You couldn’t afford me.”
She smiled as she set the toy aside and pulled the sheets over her body—the cruise down from the orgasm letting reality slide in. Awkwardness would soon follow. Then regret if she didn’t hurry this along. “Well, I guess we better get some sleep.”