“Where are you?” I ask.
“Don’t worry, I fully intend on playing too.” I hear the telltale clink of a belt and rustle of denim. “I’m hard as granite just thinking about you laid out for me. Tell me how your cunt feels.”
A bolt of pure lust shoots through me at his crass words.
“I’m wet.”
“Fuck yeah, you are.” He spits and I picture him fisting his cock, slowly pumping himself while he whispers dirty things over the phone to me.
“Circle your clit, darlin’. Get yourself nice and primed.”
I do as he orders, rolling my thumb over myself in a way that has me whimpering.
“Fucking love those sexy little sounds you make.” His voice turns choppy.
“Are you jerking yourself?” I ask.
“Damn straight I am. Imagining it’s your hand though. Picturing you on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out.”
“Jesus,” I breathe.
“Put two fingers in your mouth and suck. Get them nice and wet,” he instructs. “Make sure to coat them real good, Kitten. Then slide them into that tight pussy.”
“God…” I moan as I press two fingers inside myself.
“Feel good?”
“So good.” I curl them in a come hither motion, hitting that spot deep inside me.
“Imagine it’s my dick, riding you hard and fast. Filling you up.”
“Yes… God, yes.” I pump my fingers faster, lost to the sensations, to Ryder’s gravelly lust-coated voice.
“Deeper, darlin’. Finger yourself deeper.”
“I wish you were here,” I murmur, arching my hips, seeking more.
“Would you let me fuck you in your bed?”
“Yes…”
“Fill you up with my cum?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I’m close,” Ryder chokes out.
“Me too. Tell me what else you’d do. I want to know everything.”
His deep chuckle fills the line as he groans. “Fucking, little temptress.”
22
STYX
“Time’s up,” I say, stalking into my guest room to find Faith sitting on the edge of the bed with tears in her eyes.
I was so blinded by rage and fucking shock when she turned up like a ghost yesterday morning that it wasn’t until I got her inside and she pushed her hair back that I got a decent look at the bruise darkening one side of her face.