Page 35 of Embers in Autumn
My eyelids fluttered shut. I couldn’t text back. Couldn’t do anything but move my fingers the way he told me, slow circles that pulled soft sounds from my throat.
Dean:I wish I could see you. Bet your cheeks are pink. Bet your nipples are hard under that top.
My free hand dragged over my chest, tugging at the hem of my sweater until I could pinch one aching peak. The sensation shot straight down, making me whimper.
The phone buzzed again, sharp in the quiet.
Dean:Rub your clit faster. Don’t stop until you’re dripping.
I obeyed, my hips rolling into my hand, the tension winding higher with every rough circle. My body was his, commanded by words alone.
Dean:You like this, don’t you? Being told what to do.
I moaned, biting down on the pillow. My hand was slick now, every stroke a spark. My eyes watching the screen of my phone for his instructions.
Dean:Fuck, I’d spread those thighs and eat you until you were begging. I wouldn’t stop until you screamed my name.
I arched, breath breaking into ragged gasps. The phone buzzed again, faster, relentless.
Dean:Slide a finger inside. Stretch yourself. Pretend it’s my cock.
A helpless sound tore out of me. I pushed my fingers in, tight heat gripping me. My hips jerked. The ache turned sharp, delicious.
Dean:Add another. Stretch yourself for me. Imagine it’s my cock filling you up. That’s it. Pump them deeper. Fuck yourself while you think about me.
My phone buzzed again and again, his filthy voice written out in rough texts, every word setting me aflame. Moaning into the pillow, I sliding in a second finger, my slick making it easy. The stretch made me shudder. I couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop grinding against my own hand, each thrust sharper, wetter.
Dean:You’d look so pretty under me. Hair all over the pillow, tits bouncing while I split you open. Christ, I’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.
The room spun, my body too tight, too close. I stared at the phone through half-closed eyes, his words flashing like sparks.
Dean:Rub your clit while you fuck yourself. Hard. I want you screaming for me.
I obeyed, pressing my thumb to the aching bud, circling hard and fast as I pumped my fingers deeper. Pleasure crashed over me, brutal and hot, my whole body locking up as release tore through me. I bit down on the pillow to muffle the cry, my thighs trembling, my chest heaving.
The phone buzzed again, relentless.
Dean:That’s it. Come for me. Soak your sheets.
Dean:Wish it was my tongue. My cock. Someday soon it will be.
I collapsed back into the mattress, slick and shaking, my breath ragged, the phone slipping from my hand to the blankets. My panties clung damp between my thighs. My body hummed like I’d been struck through with lightning.
The last message blinked up at me when I finally found the courage to look.
Dean:Sweet dreams, Amber. Next time, I’m not stopping at just your imagination.
I buried my face in the pillow, heart pounding, body still pulsing with aftershocks. God help me, I had no idea how I was supposed to sleep after that.
CHAPTER 10
Dean
Fuck.
I hadn’t meant for it to go that far. When I picked up my phone tonight, all I’d wanted was to send her a quick text, let her know I was sorry for not saying anything since this morning. I’d planned on taking a shower, washing the smoke and sweat off, and crashing into bed.
But then she told me she was reading a firefighter romance. Of all things.
