Page 64 of I Found You
“I’ll be fine. Just send me a picture tonight to make up for it,” I joked, shooting her a wink and my sexiest smile. She wasn’t the kind of girl who sent risqué photos. I didn’t need them though. I knew her body inside and out. The images I could conjure in my mind would serve me just fine.
I watched her walk back into her house before I drove off, adjusting my dick in my pants to try to get more comfortable. It was no use—I was definitely going to have a date with my fist as soon as I got home.
The lack of food in my house meant that I had to stop atthe market on my way home, at least for some coffee and cream for tomorrow. I was hoping for a quick in-and-out trip, but I ran into my dad’s neighbor, Mrs. Adams, which meant that the five-minute market run ended up taking forty-five minutes. After that, I had to stop for gas and ran into Earl Tutino. Seemed like it was just going to be one of those days. It was over an hour before I finally pulled up to my house.
I used to really like my house, but every time I’d been back lately to shower and change, it just felt empty. The windows didn’t seem to let in as much light as Maeve’s did. The reconfigured open-concept floor plan felt haphazard and just plain off. The dark gray walls that were masculine and deep when I painted them were moody and depressing now.
I kicked off my shoes and started to shift through the mail I brought in. My cock twitched, not liking the delay in seeking some relief. Fuck it. The mail could wait. Just as I put down the stack that I still hadn’t sorted, my phone buzzed in my pocket with a text alert. I swiped open my screen to see an image loading from Maeve with a message underneath that had already come through before the picture.
Maeve: Don’t show anyone, okay?
My heart stopped. My grip on my phone was so tight I wouldn’t have been surprised to see I cracked it. Finally, what felt like a lifetime later but was probably ten seconds, the image loaded.
Maeve was in nothing but her bra and underwear. She must have propped her phone on her side table because it wasn’t a typical selfie. She was kneeling on her bed, her arms hugging the curve of her breasts but not really pushing them together. Her hands met at the apex of her thighs. She was staring at the camera and into my soul, her expression a mix of boldnessand timidness.
Me: Holy. Fuck. You stole my breath away.
Me: And you don’t need to worry about that. No one is going to be seeing you on your knees but me.
Maeve: It doesn’t look dumb, right? You can tell me if it does. I’ll only be mildly mortified. I’ve never sent a photo like this to anyone.
No way was I going to allow her to think for a single fucking second that what she’d sent me was anything short of exquisite. She must have been waiting for my response because she answered my call on the first ring.
“Hey,” she started.
Not letting her get another word in, I cut her off. “You are so goddamn sexy, doll. You didn’t have to send me that, but I am real fucking glad you did. You look amazing.”
“Have you…” she stopped.
“Have I what?”
She took a deep breath like she was working up to something. I was pretty sure I knew what that something was, but I wanted to see if she would actually ask me. Over the past few weeks, we had become really close. I wanted her to trust me, to know that she could take risks with me. And I really wanted to see where this conversation was going to go.
“Have you touched yourself to it? To the picture I sent?” she asked nervously.
My blood pooled in my groin so fast it made my head spin. I shucked my pants off, taking my underwear off with them, and gripped my shaft.
“Right fucking now. You want to see?” I asked her. I had no idea what had gotten into her tonight, but I was loving it.
“Yeah,” she breathed out quietly.
I didn’t hesitate to snap a pic of my dick in my hand. I wasn’t big on dick pics as a general rule, but I was not passing up this opportunity to play a new game with her.
“Did you get it?” I asked her when I heard her suck in a sharp breath.
“Wyatt?” She hesitated. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do you want to?” I really wanted to, but it wouldn’t be any fun for either of us if she wasn’t into it. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“Are you still wearing your shirt? You should take it off.” Fuck.Looks like we’re doing this.I ripped my shirt over my head and nearly threw my phone across the room. I put it down on the bed and activated the speaker so I wouldn’t have to hold it.
“Gone. My turn. Put your hand down your underwear, but leave them on. Are you wet?”
“Yes. So wet. Like soaked,” she laughed, and I could tell it was an anxious, fun laugh. She was excited. And I’d be damned if I didn’t give her the best phone sex of her life.
“Where’s your vibrator? Go get it.”
“Oh. Oh, goodness. Okay.” I could hear her open the packaging, and a minute later, she was back. “What do I do with this thing?”
