Page 29 of Pucking Forbidden

“Yeah, my idiot brother,” I huff, flopping back against the pillows. “Judging by his attitude when he called, I’m guessing the two of you talked at some point tonight.”

“Shit. He called you, causing problems?” Jordan asks, his voice a deep growl that grits against my insides.

“Yeah,” I whisper, wrapping myself around my pillow again. “But he’ll get over it. You told him about us?”

“Not exactly, but he knows enough.” His heavy sigh sends static down the line. “It’s a long story. I don’t really want to rehash it tonight.”

Not talking about my brother sounds absolutely perfect to me.

“What do you want then?” I ask, my voice soft…teasing.

“To hear you moaning my name while you fuck your fingers,” he says bluntly. “You going to give it to me?”

“Maybe.” I press my legs together, fighting a moan. “What are you going to give me if I do?”

“My cock. As soon as our plane lands.”

“What if I want it now, Jordan?” I ask, flipping onto my back. One hand drifts down my body, pinching one hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. A jolt goes straight to my clit, and I barely manage to stifle a whimper. “What if I want you fucking your hand while you listen to me?”

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice low and gritty. “You think I won’t be, Sutton? I’m mad as hell that I’m not inside you, fucking you raw right now. So slide that perfect hand down your body and fuck yourself with your fingers until I let you come. Let me fall asleep dreaming about something beautiful.”

My heart flutters even as heat rushes through me in a powerful flood. How is he sweet and filthy at the same time? I don’t know, but I love it. The combination on his tongue is addictive.

I kick my pajama shorts and panties off, not really caring where they land. This time, when I pinch my nipple, I don’t fight the whimper climbing up my throat. I let him hear it, let him know that I’m doing exactly what he wants.

“Christ, that sound, baby,” he growls as rustling comes down the line. “What are you doing to yourself?”

“Pinching my nipple.” My hand slips down my stomach, hovering over my pussy. Of course I’ve touched myself before. A million times while thinking about him. But I’ve never done it with anyone listening. It’s different. New. Thrilling in a way I didn’t expect.

And maybe that little thrill racing through my veins is what makes me bolder than I’ve ever been in my life. I pause long enough to hit the switch on the lamp, casting light into the room, and then stack up pillows at the foot of the bed before adjusting my phone so it’s pointed toward me. Before I can talk myself outof it, I hit the button to turn the simple phone call into a video chat.

By the time his face fills the screen, I’m spread-eagle in front of the phone, my fingers between my legs.

“Jesus Christ,” he swears, his expression downright feral. He’s leaned back against a wall, his sweats pulled down just low enough to release his cock. Every muscle in his body flexes as he stares at me like a raging bull. “Goddamn, princess. Look at you.”

“L-look at you,” I moan, my fingers rolling over my clit. The fact that my face isn’t in the frame makes me braver and bolder. I spread my legs wider, making sure he can see the way I circle my opening with one finger, teasing him. “Look how wet you made me, Jordan.”

“Fucking hell,” he swears violently, his fist clenched around his hard cock. “If I were there right now, you’d be screaming for mercy, you dirty little princess.”

“Yeah? You think so?” I slip the very tip of my finger inside myself, watching the way his chest heaves when I do it. I quickly pull it out, teasing him. “Maybe I want you screaming for mercy this time, handsome.” I dip my finger into my pussy again and then pull it back out. God, it takes all of my willpower not to thrust it all the way in just to see him unravel a little more. Just to feel the pleasure burning through my veins.

“Stop fucking teasing me and fuck your fingers right now, Sutton,” he growls.

“Make me.”

“I swear to Christ, little girl,” he snarls, his hand flying up and down his cock. “When I get my hands on you…”

“W-what are you going to do to me?”

“Fuck you until you break.” He pants, his steely gray eyes on fire as he stares at me through the phone screen…stares at my pussy. “I’m not going to stop until I plant my baby in you.”

My heart leaps into my throat, a flood of moisture spilling across my fingers. He notices, damn him.

A guttural laugh breaks from his lips. “Oh, princess. I’ve got your number now. You want me to breed that pretty little hole, don’t you?”

“N-no,” I lie.

Wrong thing to say, apparently.

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