Page 29 of Hung Up

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed into the phone. “It was really tough.”

“Mmm, I can help with that, darling. Let’s start with your drink, have you poured it yet?”

Pierce entered the room again, patting the realistic dildo from the sex store dry with a clean washcloth. In his other hand was a bottle of lube and the vibrating cock ring I’d bought. I smiled up at him.

“No, ma’am. I waited so you could tell me what to drink.”

“Good boy, darling. Now go into the kitchen and pour yourself a whiskey. One ice cube, sweet boy.”

I remembered Ethan preferred whiskey to any other drink, and I knew he appreciated it when I remembered those details. The tips that came the next day always helped me remember, too.

Quiet footsteps on hardwood floors filtered through the phone, and I knew he hadn’t taken his shoes off from work yet.

Ice clinked and liquid gulped quietly into a glass over the phone, followed by more footsteps.

“Ethan, darling,” I began, eyes meeting Pierce’s lust-filled gaze. God, he was exquisite. “Toe off your shoes, and get rid of your clothes. Slowly. I want you naked for me.”

Sounds of clothing rustling and shoes being discarded filled the silence.

Pierce stood at the end of the bed before he tossed his items onto the duvet. With one hand, he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off in that sexy move that always made me drool when men did it in the movies and shows. Next he shucked his shoes and jeans off to the corner of my room, before sliding his boxers off. Climbing onto the bed, he pushed my thighs apart as he settled on his knees between mine.

“I’m ready, ma’am,” Ethan whispered. His voice was still shaky and I wanted him to be completely relaxed.

Pierce kneaded circles into my inner thigh, each swipe bringing him closer to my center. The orgasm that had threatened to detonate me earlier started bubbling in my abdomen again.

“Turn off your lights, darling, and get on your bed. Get comfortable for me.”

Pierce licked his lips, eyes alight with lust as I commanded Ethan. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it so it shined. I wanted to bite that bottom lip.

“Ready, ma’am . . .”

I pictured his eyes falling shut as his head fell to his pillow.

“Now run your hand down your chest,” I instructed while making direct eye contact with Pierce, who looked back at me mischievously. I arched a singular brow in challenge.

Pierce smirked, before running one hand up and down his chest, dragging it through his light scattering of chest hair.

“And tweak your left nipple.” My voice had dropped low, my arousal dripping through each word.

Ethan groaned into the phone while Pierce followed my instruction as well. Pierce’s eyes pinned me to the mattress, and my breaths grew heavy.

“Now slide your hand down your body and grab your cock.”

Pierce continued to follow my instruction, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. Heat bloomed under my skin as I directed the show in front of me.

“Don’t,” I said firmly, “stroke it yet.”

A mangled curse fell from Ethan at the belated command, exactly my intent. He loved to be teased, and I was reluctant to disappoint.

Pierce’s eyes scrunched shut, head tilting back and I stared greedily at his Adam’s apple bobbing with each pained swallow. His tip was purple and swollen and leaking precum already. My mouth dried as my vision tunneled on his stiff length.

I wish I could have captured him in this moment and immortalized him in a renaissance painting: on his knees between mine, legs slightly spread, thick cock bobbing in the air, lithe hand gripping the base, head thrown back in restraint, Adam’s apple dancing with each rushed swallow, skin glistening with sweat . . .

I slipped a hand to my breast and teased a nipple.

“Tell me, darling, what’s been the best part of your week?”

Pierce’s pained gaze met mine. I shook my head slowly and mouthed not yet.

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