"I'll bet you went straight for those rosy nipples, didn't you?" Jax growls in my ear. "Are you pinching them between your fingers right now? Remembering how it feels when I touch them? When I suck on them?"
I can't stop the moan that flows out of me at the vivid memory. I've barely even done anything, and I'm already drenched, captivated by Jax's words and wanting to come for him.
"Quiet," he commands in a quiet but stern voice. "You have to be quiet, Hailey. Don't make me put an end to our game before we've even started."
That shuts me up. My mouth snaps closed, the action an audible one that makes Jax chuckle.
"Good girl. Now, I want you to run your hand down your body and pull your dress up, just enough to expose that sexy thong."
Again, I do as he says, tugging my dress until it's high enough that I can reach into my panties.
"Don't even think about touching yourself before I say so," Jax growls. At those words I pause, my fingers inches from sliding underneath the satin. "I want you to take your panties off completely right now. Butdon'ttouch."
Again, I do as he says. Before I can tell him it's done, his voice comes across the line again. "Now spread your legs and feel yourself. Tell me how wet you are, baby girl."
A breath stutters out of me as I slowly open my legs—and I whimper when the cool breeze from the fan hits the heat of my soaking wet center. With one hand holding my phone, I slide the other down my body to glide over my aching heat.
"Jax," I gasp. "I'm so wet. I want to come already."
"You'll come when I say you can and not a second sooner," he scolds. I swallow a moan in response, my fingers gliding up and down my center.
"I want you to touch your clit now, baby girl. Touch it like I like to touch it, in soft, quick circles."
I comply right away, trying desperately to contain my moans.
"You're already so hot for this, aren't you?" Jax's teasing voice says. "I can hear it in your breathing. You could come right now if I let you, couldn't you?"
"Yes," I gasp. "Jax, please."
I hear a groan rumble through his throat at that. "That fucking word. You're lucky I can't see you writhing the way you usually are when you say that word, or this game would be over very quickly." There's a pause, and I hear some faint rustling in the background. But then he seems to compose himself because in the next second, his voice is just as serious and deep as it was before. "Now take those same fingers and slide one inside you. Just one."
The feeling when I comply is a total tease. "Jax, it's not enough," I whine. "I need more."
The bastard actually laughs; his chuckle rolls across the line and sinks directly into my aching body. "Slide another one in, baby girl." I do, and whimper quietly as I thrust my fingers in and out of myself in a sad effort at replicating how Jax feels. "How about that, is that enough?" It's impossible to miss the teasing in his tone, even though his voice sounds a little rougher.
"No," I whine. "Jax, please, I need you. It's not—I can't—"
"Quiet," he interrupts. And after my pleading, his voice definitely sounds strained now. "I don't want to hear another word until I let you come. Now, I want you to take the heel of your hand and start rubbing your clit again."
With my fingers still inside me, I do as he says and begin to grind the heel of my hand against my clit. It’s barely enough and definitely doesn’t feel the way it does with Jax, but I’m still immediately overwhelmed by the dual sensations. I can't stop the whimper that escapes my lips.
"I bet you're imagining how much better it feels when it's my hands on you, aren't you?" Jax says in a rough voice. "When it's my fingers inside you? My tongue on you? God, what I wouldn't give to have my face between your legs right now. Do you know what I would do?"
He doesn't wait to see if I'll disobey him and answer. He just continues on, weaving the fantasy between us. "I would lie down on the couch and drag you over to sit on my face. I've been thinking about it for days now. You'd look so pretty above me like that, watching me as I lick your pretty pussy. Would you like that? Would you like riding my face?"
I can't help it—I let out a moan. The combination of my fingers on my body and Jax’s erotic words are ratcheting the pleasure higher and higher. My fingers start to move faster, my breath coming quicker.
"I'd tease you with my fingers too. I'd slide them in and start fucking you as you rode my tongue. Maybe I'd even play with your tight little ass. Has anyone ever done that?"
"Jax," I gasp. I'm so close,God, I'm so close.
He ignores or doesn't notice the fact that I spoke. He's too caught up in the fantasy, and it vaguely registers that I hear the sounds of him jerking off on the other end of the line.
"I'd make you come on my tongue at least twice before putting you face down on the couch and sliding inside you from behind. Then I'd make you come on my cock until you couldn't anymore, until you were limp and shaking in my arms."
I turn my face into the couch cushions to muffle my moans. They're too loud, the sensations too strong, and my orgasm is bearing down on me with a frightening intensity.
"Jax," I groan helplessly.