Page 58 of Come Apart
Chapter Nine
"It's weird to talk about it. I've never done anything like this before." She lets out a nervous laugh, her voice lowering. "But I miss you. I want to feel like you're next to me. I want to hear you..."
She takes a deep breath. God, it's so fucking adorable that she's nervous.
She exhales slowly, adopting her most confident voice. "I want to hear you come."
Blood rushes to my cock at the explicit words.
It would feel damn good to groan into the phone, to listen to her panting and screaming. But not yet.
Not until she's desperate.
I play coy. "Oh yeah?"
She groans. "Jesus, Luke. You're torturing me. I'm never talking about this again without two shots of tequila first."
"Why do you want to hear?"
"Because you're incredibly sexy." She clears her throat. "And I like it when you come."
"Do you?"
"You're evil." Her voice is low, desperate.
I swallow and dig my hands into the sheets. "And how do you propose we accomplish this task?"
She laughs. "I'm getting a drink. And then, maybe, we can talk about this further."
I shut the blinds.
"I could start."
"Drink first," she says.
She puts down the phone, and the room is quiet for a minute. I haven't done this before either, but God, I would do so many damn things to Alyssa.
If she was here, I'd peel off her clothes and touch every part of her. I love the feel of her body, the way she responds to me. I love looking at her. I get hard just picturing her naked—the soft curves of her body, her firm breasts, those pert nipples, so perfect and pink.
Fuck.
I hear her breath first.
"I'm putting you on speaker." She sounds so nervous. "So, um..."
"Your hands can be occupied by other things?"
"I should have taken two shots." She pushes out a throaty exhale. "I, um, what are you wearing?"
I glance in the mirror on the wall. "Jeans and a cotton V-neck."
"Take them off." Her voice is so desperate, so needy. "Please."
Suddenly these clothes feel heavy. Like they're in the way. But I'm not going to let her know that. "What's in it for me?"
"My undying appreciation."
"I think you can do better than that."
