Page 27 of Wild Tonic
“Nate!”
“Okay, okay. Tell me about the shoot. Tell me about how you and the other models frolicked around in your underwear.”
A grin twitched at the corner of Clem’s mouth. “There weren’t any other models.”
“That’s such a shame. I’ll just have to imagine you in your underwear instead.”
“I wish you were here, then you wouldn’t have to imagine.”
“We could always video chat?”
“Nate McKenna, what are you suggesting?” Clem’s insides squirmed. She knew exactly where his train of thought was going.
“As if you’ve never done it before, Clementine Cameron.”
Suddenly, he cut the call, only for her phone to ring moments later, Nate’s face on the screen. “Hi.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “And here I was thinking you’d be in that gorgeous lingerie and instead, you’re already in bed, wearing my shirt.”
Clem looked down, embarrassed at his discovery. She still hadn’t given his checked shirt back to him. “Whoops. I really must return that.”
His tone softened. “Don’t bother, I like the way you look in it. Although it would look better if you undid a couple of buttons.”
A flush crept across her cheeks and her groin throbbed low and deep. Slowly, she undid the shirt, exposing her skin.
“Maybe slide it off your shoulders…”
It was intoxicating. Clem did as he asked, shrugging the shirt off, sitting there topless, the cool air making her nipples harden almost instantly. She licked her dry lips. Someone had sucked all the air out of the room. Her breathing was heavy, as she watched Nate struggle out of his own t-shirt, his muscular chest appearing on the screen.
“Pull the phone away, so I can see you properly.”
Shuffling down on the bed, Clem held the phone at arm’s length, her whole body quivering as she did so, her senses on fire. Hearing Nate sigh on the other end of the phone caught her attention. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?”
Her mind went into overdrive. The way he had angled his camera meant that she couldn’t see all of him in the same way he could her.
“I wish you were the one touching me right now,” he rasped. “Your hand pumping my cock, while mine strokes your pussy, tormenting your clit until you can’t take it anymore.”
His words had Clem reaching between her legs, doing herself like he suggested. Her fingers slid beneath her pyjama shorts, fluttering over her slick core, increasing the pressure, then pulling back, just like Nate would do.
Neither of them spoke as they stared at each other on screen. Clem desperately wanted to close her eyes, to allow the feelings to wash over her as she reached her peak. But she knew Nate wanted to see her. To see how she came, how she could make herself feel. The intensity in his irises as his gaze bored into her was unnerving. It was almost as if she couldn’t breathe, intense tension built inside her, just waiting to explode.
“Clem, I’m close…” His tone was strangled, and for a brief moment his eyes closed, before opening wide.
As she watched him, her own orgasm hit, her clit pulsing and contracting as her fingers teased her over the edge.
“Oh, Nate…” Her hips bucked and she lost control, the phone tumbling from her grasp, bouncing harmlessly under her bed. Her breathing came in quick pants as she tried to steady herself.
“Clem?” Nate’s muffled voice came from beneath her. She wrestled herself into a sitting position, wrapping his shirt around her and reached underneath the bed. His grin was lopsided.
“What happened?”
She couldn’t stop her mouth from twitching. “You know what just happened.”
“I wish I could have been there. I would have loved to have seen that in person.”
“Maybe next time.”
