Page 65 of Dr. Intern

“You know you don’t have to call me right?” I say, putting the phone on speaker as I roll onto my side. “You’re literally right above me.”

“Claire, I need you to listen to me.” The tone of his voice is low and raspy, instantly making the pesky tension in my body pull tighter.

I roll my eyes, though he can’t see it. “Isn’t that the point of a phone call?”

Beau doesn’t respond with a laugh like I’m expecting. “Take the phone and put it next to your head. Lie down on your back.”

His demand sends a spasm of pleasure through my core. Maybe it’s the arousal desperate for release, or maybe it’s the commanding drawl of his voice, but I listen to him.

“Alright,” I reply quietly once I’m in place.

“Were you in the mood when we were together earlier?”

“Of course.”

I have no problem admitting that now that he’s not in front of me, staring into my soul.

“Were your panties wet from rubbing against my rock-hard cock?” he asks, his voice breathy and sexy. “Did you feel how big I was for you? How I could barely control myself? How I had to dig my fingers into your hips to stop from going too far?”

My breath catches with his words, like they’re caressing the most intimate parts of me and igniting something that I’ve never known was there.

“Yes.”

I can hear Beau’s ragged breathing on the other end of the phone and wonder briefly what he’s doing upstairs. Is he stroking himself as we talk? Is he just as hard as he was less than an hour ago?

I hope so.

“I want you to listen to my words, Claire. You don’t have to respond, but I want you to do what I say.”

“Okay,” I promise, noticing an uncomfortable ache in my breasts as the chill in the air becomes more prominent.

“Take your right hand and gently circle your right nipple. Don’t stop until I tell you. Keep going.”

I’ve never really explored my nipples on my own. They’re cold and hard from being exposed, but as I circle them with my finger, the ache between my legs gets even stronger, like I need more.

“Now I want you to tug on it. Don’t squeeze lightly, I want you to really pinch.”

I do what he says and let out a tiny gasp at the sensation. It hurts, but also feels good at the same time. A bolt of pleasure draws a fiery line directly from my breasts to my clit.

“Keep pinching. Don’t let up until I tell you.”

Something about hearing his voice talk me through this is wildly erotic. More than the books. More than any hookup I’ve had in the past. More than anything, really. It’s like he knows what I need, but is giving me the power to decide how far I take it.

“Relax,” Beau says, giving me time to follow his instruction before adding, “Take your other hand and do the same thing to your left nipple. Fuck, I bet it’s nice and hard like the other one, begging for the same touch. You like a little bit of pain with your pleasure?”

The thought of what he’s doing on the other side of the phone spurs me on, and I can’t help it when I let out a moan as I squeeze my other nipple harder than the first.

Beau groans. “Damn right, you do. God, your breathy little sounds are so perfect. I can’t wait to hear how much louder they get when you come for me.”

I let out another cry, more for myself than for him as I continue tweaking my nipples as instructed.

“Keep playing with yourself, not so hard now,” he commands, as if he can see into my room. “I want you to move your other hand slowly down your stomach until you reach the top of your panties.”

I have no idea how Beau knows I’m still wearing panties, but I don’t say anything. I just listen to his heavy breaths and comply with his directions.

“Are you there? Are your fingers sitting right above your clit waiting for me to tell you to continue?”

I murmur a confirmation, though I’m beginning to feel so aroused that my brain feels like mush.

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