Page 8 of Brazen Mistakes

“Clara, I’m so hard right now I’d be a masochist if I just left my dick be. But I don’t want to come until you do.”

“I like that.”

“Then I’ll make sure I hold out. But to make that happen, I’m going to need your help.”

“So don’t take my time?”

“You can take all the time you need. But maybe don’t torture yourself?”

I giggle. “I follow.” Swallowing down the last of my discomfort, leaning my forehead against the wall and out of the spray, I slip my fingers between my legs. “Shit, RJ. I’m so fucking wet.”

His groan is loud enough for me to imagine him here with me. “Someday soon, I’m going to taste you, Clara. I’m going to make you break against my tongue.”

Dipping first one finger, then a second into myself, I moan. “That sounds so good, RJ. I’m slippery thinking about it. My fingers are drenched.”

“How many fingers, Clara?”

“Two, my middle and ring fingers.”

His pants come faster as I finger myself. “And your clit? How are you touching your clit?”

“I’m circling it with my thumb, teasing myself.”

“Fuck. What does it feel like?”

Taking a shaky breath, I focus on the sensation. “Like the start of a lightning storm, when all the hairs on your arms stand straight up. Oh God, RJ, I’m so close.”

“Me too, sugar. Come for me. I want to hear you.”

The edge is so close I feel like screaming in frustration. “I need more, RJ. I, I’m going to pinch my nipple. I’m going to pull it so hard it should hurt, but it’s going to feel amazing. And I’m going to imagine it’s you doing it.”

“Please, yes.”

I do exactly what I said I would, imagining its RJ’s teeth digging into my flesh and I come, yelping as everything turnsbright and alive. Spasming against the wall, I barely manage to brace myself as my muscles give out. With heavy limbs, I turn off the water and slump down into the tub.

RJ’s grunted curses fade into a groan of release, and then there’s just the hush of our joined breaths.

I reach for my towel and the phone, switching it off speaker. “Hi,” I whisper.

“That was…damn. Just. Damn.”

Giggles turn into soft sobs that I quickly stuff into the box of emotions I don’t want to deal with. I caught them soon enough. There’s no way he noticed. “Same.”

“I don’t think I could haul myself off my bed if it was on fire right now.”

“Good thing it’s not on fire, then?”

“Very good.”

I tuck the towel around myself, content to just know RJ is on the other end of the line. Focusing on the good.

He clears his throat. “You know, the offer still stands. I could be there in an hour.”

“I know. I just, I have to know I can do this, you know? I can’t live my life afraid of being alone. That’s too absurd.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you fell for four guys for just that reason, so you don’t have to be alone.”

“Ha.”

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