Page 38 of Connected By Stars
I increase my pressure and feel my walls start to constrict as my orgasm comes crashing down on me. I cry out as I pulsearound my fingers, riding out the sparks that flow through me. I sag against the wall as the last waves leave my body.
My phone starts ringing, and I quickly rinse off and step out of the shower. I look down and see the picture I took of Maverick staring back at me. It’s my favorite one of him looking out at the waves. Grinning, I answer it.
“Miss me already?” I tease, trying to catch my breath. I get a towel and wrap it around my body.
“You have no idea.” I hear him chuckle on the other end of the line before he goes silent. “Why are you breathless?”
“Oh, um, I was in the shower and had to hop out to answer your call.”
“In the shower, huh?” I can hear him grinning over the phone.
“Yes, in the shower.”
“And what did you do in the shower to get you so breathless?” How could he possibly know?
“I told you. I had to get out and answer the phone.”
“Yeah, not buying that,” he says with a soft laugh.
I decide to give him something to think about. It’s his fault he left me in that state with all his rules. “Actually, you’re right. You left me throbbing so hard for you that I took matters into my own hands, and I was coming off my orgasmic high when you called.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing, knowing his face must be priceless right now.
“Fuck,” he breathes. I wait for him to say more, but I’m met with silence. Finally, he says in a low voice, “Tell me. Tell me how you made yourself cum. Did you think of me?”
I lick my lips and swallow. “Yes, I thought of you.”
“Tell me,” he says again in a strained voice.
“I…I rubbed myself and put two fingers inside while the other hand was on my breast. I imagined you deep inside me, stretching me, filling me so completely that I feel you in my soul.” I hear him moan and start to breathe heavily. He’s touching himself right now—I know it. Feeling powerful that I can make him feel this way, I continue. “I pictured you naked and what I saw when you walked in on me after your shower. You were so swollen for me, and I wanted so badly to put my lips around you and take you all the way to the back of my throat, tasting you.”
“Fuck, Bell,” he pants out.
“I had my hand on my breast, pinching my sensitive nipple, wishing it was you. I know how good it’s going to be when you finally sink into me, and I felt myself pulse as I rubbed harder before I came all over my fingers. I cried out your name as my orgasm hit me.” I hear him do the same with mine as he finds his release. He’s panting hard, and I’m gripping the phone tightly against my ear, wanting to memorize every sound coming from him as he comes undone for me. Me. I did this to him. He’s got me aroused all over again just by hearing his breathing over the phone.
“Jesus, Bell. That was fucking intense. Are you sure you’re not one of those secret sex phone operators?”
“No, I’m sure,” I say with a small laugh. “I’ve never talked that way before in my life.”
“Good, because that dirty mouth is all mine.”
I grin against the phone before putting him on speaker so I can get dressed.
“Before I got all distracted, I was calling to ask how it went with Sophia?”
“Good. She did see the hickey, though, and I had to tell her Logan gave it to me. I told her that I felt nothing after our alleged kiss and that we agreed to be friends.”
“But there wasn’t an actual kiss, was there?”
“No, I told you nothing happened. Areyougoing to be kissing other people? Or doing anything with other people, forthat matter.” I need to know that he won’t be with other girls while we figure out our stuff.
“Geez, give me some credit. I know I’ve never dated or been in a relationship, but you know I would never do that to you. Besides, we both know how well that turned out in the beginning when I tried tofuckyou out of my mind. It seems like my dick is only wanting one specific, very beautiful blue-eyed girl. I think I just proved that two minutes ago.”
I grin into the phone. “Your dick is very smart.”
I hear him laugh on the other end of the phone. “It’s been called a lot of things, but smart is a new one.”
I open my dresser drawer and rummage through to find my bra and panties. “We should probably stop talking about your dick. It’s putting images in my mind again, and I need to focus on work in a few minutes.”
“I like you thinking about me.” I shut the drawer when I find the pair that I want. “What are you doing? It sounds like you’re opening and shutting things,” he laughs.
