Page 31 of One Last Time

CHAPTER 17

Payton

My cell ringing rouses me from my sleep, Bianca groans from the opposite bed. I sigh as I flop over to my side and reach for my cell. I hide back my chuckle when Bee pulls the pillow over her head, "Hello," I grouch, wondering who the hell is calling so early.

"Morning, baby, Merry Christmas."

Butterflies swarm in my stomach, God, his gravelly voice washes over me. I can hear Sebastian, Mary, and Dahlia downstairs, and I wonder what time it is.

"Merry Christmas, Si." I whisper, not wanting to wake Bianca. I pull my cell from my face and glance at the time. It's almost eight. "You're awake early."

I hear him yawn, "Yeah, baby, I wanted to be the first person you spoke to this morning."

I close my eyes and let his words wash over me, God, he's amazing. "I miss you."

Bianca turns over and smiles at me, before climbing out of bed and leaving the room. She throws a wink over her shoulder. God, I love her, she's the best.

"Baby, you have no idea," he rumbles, and I feel his words throughout my body. "The next three months are going to be torture."

I groan, just thinking about the next three months without him is hell. "Tell me about it. We have to keep busy, otherwise we'll go crazy."

He chuckles, "Baby, I'm pretty sure that you're busier than me. After all, you're booked up solid. My girl's in demand." There's pride in his voice causing me to smile. "After Milan, you're mine." It's a promise, one that I intend to make him keep.

"Good, I'm renting a house, and we're locking ourselves in," I tell him, and just thinking about it makes my heart race.

He makes a noise that's a cross between a groan and a whimper. "Fuck, baby. I'm hard as stone."

I whimper. "Silas..." He can't say that to me. My nipples pebble beneath my silk camisole, and heat pools between my legs.

"Damn. Tell me, baby, how wet are you?" His tone is lower, more huskier than before with lust coating it.

"Soaked," I whisper as my hand slips underneath my shorts, "Si..." I need him.

"I've got you, baby." It's a tortured whisper. "Put one finger in your pussy," he instructs, and I instantly do it, pushing my head back against the pillow as I do. "That's it, I can hear you."

"Hold on," I tell him as I quickly slip out of bed and rush to lock my bedroom door. The last thing I need is someone walking in and catching us in the act. Thank God that Bee left, this would have been uncomfortable to say the least. Once I'm done, I slip out of my shorts and camisole, leaving me completely naked. "I want to see you." I whisper, as I tease my erected nipple.

I hear rustling, and I smile, he's getting naked. Good. I need to see all of him. That night in the alleyway wasn't nearly enough, and I didn't get a chance to see him.

My phone buzzes with the notification to switch to video, and I hit accept instantly. His face pops onto the screen, and I smile. This has already started out to be the best Christmas ever.

His eyes gaze over my body as his jerks. I bite my lip when I realize what he's doing. "Show me?" I ask as my hand moves down between my legs.

"We'll be doing this for the next three months, baby," he promises me. "You're fucking perfect. The fact that you want to watch, just proves it. Show me that pretty pussy, baby?" he asks, his hand moving fast as it slides up and down his cock, I can see the pre-cum glistening.

I bring my phone so that the camera is directed at my pussy. My finger slips into the wet heat, and I moan, throwing my head back, and pushing my breasts forward. I imagine that Silas is here with me, that it's his finger that is thrusting into me.

"Baby, you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now. That pretty pink pussy is so wet. It's begging to be fucked."

Hearing his words spur me on, and I moan loudly. "Fuck, Pay," he growls, his tone sends tingles throughout my body. "Baby, touch your clit."

I know by the way he's breathing has deepened and the way his hand is moving faster he's close to the edge. My finger moves out of my pussy and toward the hard nub, my body shivers when I touch it.

"That's it, baby, how close are you?" he asks, his movements wild.

"So close." I gasp as my orgasm starts to build.

"Good, fuck, come baby," he demands. When I press against my clit, I detonate, I bite my lip to stop the moan from escaping. "Payton," he growls, and I manage to get myself together in time to watch as he pumps himself one last time before cum spurts from his cock and lands on his stomach and hand.

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