Page 110 of Rock Me All Night
I look at my new picture message. It's Miles. All of him. He's naked and hard, his hand wrapped around his cock. I always thought it was strange when women wanted these pictures, but now I understand. That's Miles, hard and desperate and out of his mind because of me.
"I've never done this before," I say.
"Me either."
"Really?"
"Really."
I pull my tank top over my head and toss it aside. I'm naked on my bed. If I close my eyes, I almost feel like he's here, like he's watching me. I run my fingertips over my chest. "I don't know what to say."
"I don't care what you say. I just want to hear you come."
Dammit, I'm on fire. This is perfect.
I don't want to hear anything except his breath and his moans. Maybe my name rolling off his tongue like he's so desperate he can't find another word to explain his pleasure.
I set the phone on the bed next to me, between my mouth and my ears. My hand trails over my chest, teasing my nipples the way Miles does.
It's good already. Not as good as him, but close. I play with my nipples until his breath is as heavy and strained as mine is. Then I trail my hand down my stomach, below my belly button, between my legs.
My breath hitches in my throat. "You have to do it, too."
His voice is heavy. "After. I want to hear you first."
My eyes flutter closed. It's not as if I've never touched myself before. I made it to twenty-one without ever having sex. I touched myself plenty. But never with an audience.
My breath goes all the way to my core. He's never done this before either. No reason to be self-conscious.
I slide my hand between my legs with a soft touch. It's a tease, at first, the kind of thing Miles would do. I work my way to my clit then back off again. Slowly. Until I can't take it anymore.
Through the speakers, his breath is heavy. Desperate. It stirs something in me. Makes me just as desperate.
No more waiting. No more gentleness. I rub myself hard.
It's not as good as when Miles touches me. It's lacking a certain patience, a certain heat. But it's still damn good.
The pressure inside me builds at record speed. I lose control of my breath. Of the sounds escaping my lips. I let out a soft moan. Then a louder one. My hand moves faster, drawing circles over my clit. I make the circles smaller and tighter until they're in just the right spot.
"Oh." My voice picks up. I'm almost screaming.
No room for shyness now. His voice is louder, heavier, more desperate. I'm affecting him, and that feels so damn good.
I rub myself until I'm at the brink. Deep down, I know this won't be enough to satisfy my craving. I need more than Miles's breath in my ear. I need his hands and his mouth and his cock.
The ache between my legs is so intense. Almost more than I can take. The pleasure in my arms and legs and chest spins inward, pooling in my core until it's a deep, desperate pressure.
A groan flows through the speakers. It sends me right over the edge. That pleasure drives a little deeper, squeezing me until I can't breathe. One more brush of my fingers and I come. My orgasm is pulses of ecstasy. The pressure releases bit by bit, spilling into the purest, deepest bliss.
Miles lets out a low moan. "Don't know how I can follow that."
My cheeks flush. "You moan more than that on one Sinful Serenade track."
"Depends on the track." He growls. "You sound so fucking sexy. Can't remember the last time I was this hard."
"I want to hear you, too." No awkwardness. I have to say it. "I want to hear you come."
No snappy retort. There's some shifting, sheets moving, a body planting on the bed. He must be getting into position.
