Page 11 of Wicked Games We Play

Noah: And, Lily?

“Yeah?” I rasped into my phone’s speaker, hitting send before the phone had finished dictating my word.

Noah: If you make yourself come before I give you permission to, I will punish you.

Punish me? Yeah, okay.

Still obeying, I dipped two fingers inside of myself, pulling my wetness through my folds. Usually when I touched myself, it was a ‘get yourself off as quickly as possible’ type of moment, right before I passed out for the night. Never had I pulled my opponent into this and made it a game. But I wasn’t regretting texting Noah. This may have been the first time we full on sexted, but it was proving to be beneficial to me.

I wondered if he was touching himself, imagining it was me. Was he picturing my hands wrapped around his shaft as he glided his hand up and down? A moan touched my lips at the mental image. I needed to know.

“Are you touching yourself too?” I dictated into a text.

Noah: Don’t worry about me, Flower. Worry about that sweet pussy of yours, and the pleasure you’re pulling out of it at the thought of me. Is it dripping for me?

“Yes,” I spoke into the phone, my voice shaky.

Noah: Good, now taste yourself before pressing two fingertips down onto your clit. Start softly, then increase the pressure as you make figure-eights.

I groaned, ignoring Noah’s first command, moving straight to my clit. Tasting myself did nothing to increase my arousal, but my sweet attack on my clit sure did. Every time.

Noah: I want you to keep rubbing yourself until you can’t stand it anymore, until you’re so close to your release that you’re writhing against your bed. Then, and only then, you need to push three fingers into that sweet pussy of yours and call me.

Noah: If you come before you call me, there will be consequences.

Part of me wanted to find out what punishment and consequences he was talking about, but the other part of me didn’t care as I continued to bring myself higher and higher. I knew my body so well, it never took me long to reach the point of orgasm, but I don’t think I had ever been as wet as I was right now, not while I was alone anyway. My slickness made it difficult for me to keep up the friction against my clit that my body craved, and I growled in frustration as my orgasm drifted away from me. Pulling my hand out of my panties, I pushed the soft fabric into my center, which created a mess within but would allow me the feeling of friction once I began again. Before I could slip my fingers beneath my panties again, my phone vibrated.

Noah: I’m surprised it’s taking you this long, Flower. Are you growing frustrated, wishing your hand was mine?

Ignoring the message, I closed my eyes and pushed my hand back down, relieved when my body instantly hummed and began its climb. My mind wandered back to earlier in the day—the feel of the length of Noah’s entire body pressed against me. The soft brush of his lips as they caressed the shell of my ear. The way heat pooled at my core, flaming my desire before it leaked from my body. I imagined him pushing my clothing aside to feel the way my body reacted to his.

Within seconds, I could feel myself almost at the brink of explosion and pulled up his contact, pressing the call button before hitting speaker phone and dropping the phone next to my face on the bed. The thumping of loud bass assaulted my eardrums as Noah answered, but I paid it no attention as I adjusted my movements to keep myself from coming.

“When you come, you will scream my name. It may be your fingers working that pretty little clit of yours, but it was me who you thought of. It’s my face you see.” His voice was husky as it floated through my phone’s speaker, the loud bass and music gaining distance with every word spoken. Briefly, I wondered where he was, but I was so close to release. A coherent sentence refused to form to ask him or even agree to what he had said. Instead, I moaned, teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Come for me, Lily, and picture me lapping at that delicious pussy as you do.”

His words were like a strong wind pushing me over the edge and sending me soaring down into orgasmic bliss. I whimpered his name, using my other hand to muffle my scream. My movements increased as I pushed myself further, circling my clit until it was so over sensitized I forced myself to stop.

My chest heaved as my body settled, the room and the phone were silent except for my heavy breaths. Reality quickly sank in as I realized I had just screamed Noah’s name for him, over the phone, as I came. A heaviness sat on my chest and embarrassment crept in. The line was silent, and I couldn’t help but worry he had hung up. It was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to how it had been when he answered.

I reached for my phone beside me.

“My name sounds like the sexiest sin when it’s being screamed from your lips, baby,” he rasped. “I wish you could see how fucking hard I am for you right now. My cock is so hard, it’s throbbing and angry, desperate to be buried deep inside of you.”

The level of expertise this man had in dirty talk was off the charts. My eyes rolled back in my head as my fingertips skated across the satin of my panties, the fabric brushing against my still sensitive clit and making me thrust involuntarily.

“Sweet dreams, Flower,” Noah told me before ending the call, my screen darkening as he did. I lifted my head to double check that the line was dead before it collided back with the pillow.

I refused to let myself overthink the new terms of the games we played and instead slammed my eyes shut and willed sleep to take me. With my body fully satiated and still buzzing from the aftermath of my orgasm, I floated into dreamland within minutes, visions of pillowy lips and chocolate brown eyes swimming through my thoughts.

CHAPTERSIX

The thought of walking back into that bar did nothing for the raging hard-on that currently strained inside of my dark wash jeans. The sound of my name through Lily’s muffled scream as she climaxed played on a constant loop in my mind. I leaned against the side of my white F-150, happy to have traded my unmarked vehicle for my actual truck. I didn’t drive it nearly as much as I should have, considering how much it had cost me.

Trying to distract myself, I pushed off my truck and began pacing, needing to think of something drastically unsexy, and quickly, before the guys questioned where I went. Although them questioning would imply that they actually gave a shit, which they don’t.

At the end of the day, when the badge was taken off and the gun unholstered, we shifted from brothers to acquaintances. Aside from the infrequent bar outings at the end of a long shift, our after-shift communication stopped in the parking lot of the police department. Which was just fine by me; they were there when I needed them, which was at work, and that counted for more than a friendship outside of it would.

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