Page 19 of Finding Haven
“That’s a little better,” she says. Her breathy tone has my grip on my phone tightening, my other hand resting on my chest. My heart is hammering so forcefully in my chest that I can feel the erratic rhythm like a steady vibration against the palm of my hand. “But this would be much easier if I could hear your voice.”
I watch my own chest rise and fall with deep breaths on the screen. She has a point, talking would be easier. Especially given the direction I hope this conversation will take. But she has heard my voice on several occasions now, both in person and through this app.
How much longer will I be able to hide who I am from her?
How much longer do Iwantto hide from her?
My exposure therapy idea has already proven to be complete bullshit. The more I see her and the more I talk to her, the more I want to demolish the walls that have been built around my heart. Walls that may have already begun to crack.
“There’s no reason to be nervous.” Quinn’s lust-filled words halt my wandering thoughts as she scoots back on her bed.
I groan out a harsh “fuuuck” when her body comes into view. Her top is a dark pink lace with boning that dips into a V, pulling my gazedown over the gentle swell of her stomach and towards the lace keeping her pussy hidden from view. The sight of her has my dick growing impossibly hard. I want to turn on the mic, but I also want her to keep talking to me like this.
She’s on her knees in the middle of her bed with warm light coming from one side, casting soft shadows over her curves. “You know, Z. I’m gonna need your consent if you want me to show you anything.” She drags her hands up her thighs, along the length of her body, and then back down.
It’s official. The sight of her turns me on, but my dick would harden from her voice alone.
She spreads her legs, her hands resting on her upper thighs. “Are you sure you don’t wanna let me hear you?”
I release a deep groan and tap the microphone icon in the corner of our chat window. “Hey, Sugar,” I rasp.
Quinn swipes her tongue across her lower lip before tugging it gently between her teeth. “God, I love your voice,” she softly moans, the tips of her fingers pressing into her thick thighs as she squeezes them, her hips shifting from side to side ever so slightly.
“Show me,” I growl, unable to fight the gravel coating my throat.
“Maybe if you ask nicely.” Her stormy blue eyes sparkle with mischief behind the mask as she runs her hands up her torso, grasping her full breasts through the confines of the pink lace.
“Please, Sugar. Let me see your body.” The words spill from my lips with a guttural groan. Even as I beg to see more of her, there’s a frozen ache in my chest screaming for me to stop, to shut this down and get away before one of us gets hurt. I can’t fathom the thought of hurtingQuinn in any way, but the idea of opening myself up to forming a real connection, allowing emotion and feelings forherto develop, has fear coiling like a serpent in the pit of my stomach.
She hums softly. “Not yet.” Her fingertips tease along the lace at her hips, one hand slipping down between her thighs to rub her cunt over the delicate fabric. “I would think that after going through the trouble of tracking me down and paying for what I'm wearing,” she says with her eyes locked on the camera, warming my skin as her gaze burns into me, “you would want to enjoy it a little longer.”
My heart lurches into my throat, making it damn near impossible to breathe as her words sink in. She knows I’m the one who called the boutique and paid for her lingerie. She knows I told the boutique employee that I’m her boyfriend. Nothing about her current body language indicates that she disapproves of my actions. If anything, I would say she’s turned on by it.
Is it possible she likes that I stepped in and took some control over the situation?
I clear my throat, contemplating what I can say to ease her mind. I don’t want her to think I have no respect for her privacy.
“I’ll admit”—she pulls her hand away from where it was between her legs, trailing it up her body until her fingers comb the length of her honey-blonde hair—“it caught me off-guard. But as soon as she said my boyfriend had called the shop to pay for my lingerie, I knew.”
Her eyes flick down, giving me a moment to force air through my lungs before her heated stare once again meets the camera lens, weighing me down and pinning me in place.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Z. Tell me it wasn’t you.”
“Don’t ask me to lie to you, Sugar.” I may not be a good man, but knowing I’m at least an honest one helps chase away the shadows contaminating my heart and soul. I have never lied to anyone I’ve cared about, and I refuse to lie to Quinn.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, fighting back the smile threatening to make an appearance. “You’ve already spent so much money on me, Z. I think you’ve earned this.” She reaches both arms around to her back, and I watch with bated breath as the pink lace top falls to the bed, revealing her full breasts and peaked nipples.
A groan emanates from my chest as my cock pulses, pre-cum leaking from the tip as she runs her hands along the underside of her breasts. Using her index finger and thumb, she pinches and pulls at her nipples, turning them a rosy shade as her head drops back and a moan slips from her lips.
Fucking hell.
All pretenses of respect fly completely out the window as I slip my hand beneath the waistband of my briefs and wrap my fist around my dick. Stroking with a leisurely pace, I gather the pre-cum pooled at the tip and slick it down my shaft, using it as lube as I watch Quinn explore her own body for my viewing pleasure.
“You’re so damn gorgeous, Sugar,” I choke out, fighting back another groan as she lifts her head and runs her hands down to her lace panties, her thumbs teasing along the delicate fabric at her hips. “Are you gonna show me that pussy, baby?”
“That depends. What are you going to show me in return?” Her lust-thickened voice is like a blazing inferno over my skin, and the heat has my grip tightening around my cock.
“Anything you want,” I tell her honestly because I know for a fucking fact that I would show her—give her—whatever she wants, now and forever.
