That doesn’t banish all thoughts of failure, though.
“It’s big,” he says, panting.
I giggle but then moan halfway through, my fingers moving quicker and quicker against my clit as though they’ve got a mind of their own.
“So modest,” I tease.
He chuckles, his voice as tight as mine. I can tell he is stroking himself, making me touch myself with even more purpose.
“It’s covered in precome from where I’m stroking,” he goes on gruffly. “All for you, Hallie. I’m bulging. My helm is fucking massive. I’m going to open your tight pussy when I fuck you and take you hard. I’m going to grab those curvy, perfect hips and drive deep, right away, fuck you like a savage, like a wild thing.”
His voice is rising.
I imagine him moving his hand quicker, with more passion, up and down his manhood.
“I won’t let myself finish until you do,” he goes on. “I need to see your eager slit squirting down my shaft. I need to see you getting all creamy and excited for me. I know how wet you get. I felt it, how soaked you were through your PJs.”
“Yes, yes,” I whisper, all I can think to say as my fingers move with the ultimate purpose.
“I can hear how close you’re getting,” he snarls, his voice warbling. “Goddamn, if I were there, I’d rub your pussy so hard. I’d slip my fingers inside of you and push deep, Hallie, then get you nice, warm, and wet until you’re ready for my dick. I’m going to push my massive dick into your tight fucking little pussy, tell you to massage your big tits for me, push them together, as you’re bouncing up and down.”
“Are… you…”
Close too? I want to finish, but then it’s too much.
I can’t speak.
My hand truly has gained the ability to act independently. All thanks to the movie playing in my mind.
Hayden is looming over me, shirtless, his muscular body on display. We’re covered in sweat from all our steaminess, his body glistening, intense blue eyes fixated on me as I bounce and moan for him, both of us driving closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes,” he snarls. “Fuck. You need to come soon.”
“I’m close,” I whimper.
It’s the idea that he’s so close he can barely hold himself back.
He’s right on the edge, about to explode, and he can’t stop himself.
Quicker and quicker, and then the orgasm erupts and surges through my core, my belly, warmth spreading. I’m not sure what noise I make.
All I can think about is the heat, our dirty talk.
All I can think about is Hayden’s giant cock slipping into me, and as the orgasm shimmers and shatters through me, there’s no doubt.
There’s no wondering if I’d be able to do it.
As the orgasm makes my legs shake and my core clench I can hardly think.
Suddenly I feel certain I’d be able to please my man, to be with him.
And then the feeling begins to fade, slowly, as I listen to the carnal growling of Hayden’s release. I push the phone so close to my ear that it almost hurts, not wanting to miss a single moment of Hayden letting himself go for me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan.
“Oh, fuck,” he roars. “Hallie, Hallie, Hallie.”
When he says my name like that, I feel the orgasm coming to life again, bursting into euphoric energy, spreading through every single part of me.
And suddenly, I believe it again.
It doesn’t matter if I’m a virgin on top of all the other complications.
When the time comes – if it does – I’ll be ready.
CHAPTER TEN
Hayden
Holding the phone one-handed, I clean myself off, catching a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror.
For an odd moment, it’s like time has skipped, and I’m twenty again, or even younger, closer to the age I was when Graham and I were inseparable.
It’s different from grown men being best friends. Life gets in the way.
But back then, we worked at the same part-time job and shared an apartment.
Now, I’m listening to his daughter recover over the phone, her breathy pants so intoxicating I can feel my manhood getting hard again. It’s like my seed knows that wasn’t good enough, what we just did, and we need to do it properly.
My seed belongs inside Hallie.
“Are you still there?” she asks a moment later.
“Yeah. I was cleaning up.”
“Me too,” she whispers. “That was….”
Wrong, I fill in the blank.
“Unexpected,” she finishes.
I walk into the living room, dropping onto a chair and letting my head fall back.
“Agreed,” I say.
“Well…bye, I guess?”
I sit up.
“You don’t have to go,” I tell her.
It’s as though I’m living in a constant state of half-truth. It’s half true she doesn’t have to go since I want to keep speaking with her. I would happily speak with her until sunrise.
But it’s also true that speaking with her is the last thing I should be doing.