Page 86 of Tuned To Break
A soft sound escapes me.
“Now rub your clit. Slow circles. Don’t stop until I say.”
I do as I am told, breath hitching.
“Wish I could see you,” he murmurs. “Wish I could kneel between your thighs and taste you. You’d grip the mirror with one hand and my hair with the other. Begging me not to stop.”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
“You close?”
“Almost.”
“Good. Slide a finger inside. Then another. Curl them like I do.”
My thighs tremble as I obey.
“You’re mine, Stella. Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Jake. Always.”
“Now come for me.”
I clamp a hand over my mouth as the orgasm hits, body shaking, a moan swallowed into my palm. He stays quiet while I come down, his breath ragged in my ear.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
“More than okay.”
“I’m going to wreck you tonight.”
“You already have.”
We hang up. I splash cool water on my cheeks. My reflection is flushed, hair mussed, lips bitten red.
They all look up when I return—knowing smirks and barely concealed anticipation stretching across their faces like a game of emotional strip poker. I don’t even make it to my seat before Megan fires the first shot.
“Well?” Megan grins. “How was your… bathroom break?”
I slide into my chair, crossing my legs with faux composure. “Educational.”
A beat. Then Yasmin’s smirk sharpens. “You look thoroughlyeducated.”
“I hate you all,” I mutter, reaching for my mimosa like it’s a lifeline.
“No, you don’t,” Emily counters. “You love us. Almost as much as you love your kinky boyfriend.”
“He’s not—okay, he’s a little kinky.” A smile tugging at my mouth. My cheeks are still warm—not just from Jake’s voice or the heat still humming under my skin, but because these women see straight through me.
“A little?” Ella raises an eyebrow, amused. “Stella, you just spent ten minutes in the bathroom having phone sex. That’s nota littlekinky.”
“We did not have phone sex,” I lie feebly.
“Then why do you look like you need a cold shower?” Emily grins, eyes dancing with mischief.
