Page 51 of Entwined
He chuckled again, but this time it was darker, more wicked. “I have a better idea.”
I couldn’t help but bite. “What?”
“I downloaded the app for your vibrator.”
His words hit me like a jolt of electricity. My breath stuttered, heat flooding between my legs. “No, Vaughn. I can’t.”
“Do it,” he commanded, his voice low and firm. “Or I’ll come in there and fuck you until you scream. Is that what you want? Easiest way to let everyone know we’re sleeping together.”
My stomach clenched with anticipation. God, he knew exactly how to push me, how to make me unravel. I squeezed my eyesshut, knowing I was already lost. “No,” I said quietly, barely above a whisper.
“I’ll wait,” he said, his voice a purr of control.
With trembling hands, I reached into my nightstand, fingers brushing over the cold surface of the vibrator case. I swallowed hard and pulled it out, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I have it,” I whispered, my voice betraying how completely I was in his grasp.
“Are you wet, Joey?” His question was raw and unapologetic.
I was. I could feel the slick dampness in my panties, my body betraying me even as my mind screamed at me to stop. “Yes,” I admitted, my belly tightening with need.
“Strip.”
I sucked in a breath, my fingers fumbling as I peeled off my panties, then my t-shirt. The cool air hit my skin, but I felt anything but cold. Naked, vulnerable, I climbed back into bed, shivering as anticipation thrummed through me.
“Did you do it?” His voice was a quiet command.
“Yes.”
The line clicked off, and a few seconds later, his face appeared on my screen as he FaceTimed me. Vaughn's wicked grin stretched across his lips, dark blue eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned closer to the camera, his voice a low growl. “Show me your pretty pussy.”
“Vaughn…” I whined, heat rushing to my face at the brazenness of it. But there was no denying the thrill it gave me.
He chuckled darkly, his gaze never leaving the screen. “Show me. Open your legs.”
I leaned back against the padded headboard, spreading my legs slowly, placing the phone between them so he could see everything. I heard the sharp intake of his breath, and it sent a shiver up my spine.
“Jesus, Joey… you have such a pretty cunt. I want to lick it.”
My thighs tensed at his words, a mixture of arousal and embarrassment flushing through me. “Stop,” I muttered, even though I didn’t want him to.
“Touch your clit,” he commanded, his voice soft but firm. “Rub it for me.”
My breath hitched, and I couldn’t resist. My fingers slid down, brushing over my swollen clit, the contact sending a shock of pleasure through me. I moaned softly, biting my lip to keep from being too loud, but God, it was hard. The house wasn’t empty like it usually was. Everyone was asleep nearby.
“Come here,” I whispered, desperate for him, for his hands on me, his mouth on mine. “Come to my room.”
He shook his head, a wicked smile curling on his lips. “No. Have some control. Use the vibrator.”
I whimpered but did as he said, positioning the vibrator at my entrance and pushing it inside. My body clenched around it as I adjusted the second arm to press against my clit. My breath was already coming in short gasps when Vaughn turned it on, sending a wave of vibrations through me.
Then, just as quickly, he shut it off.
“Vaughn!” I hissed, clutching the sheets, my body screaming for more.
He grinned, his breathing picking up as he shifted the camera. The screen filled with the sight of his hand stroking his cock, the head glistening with precum. My core tightened at the sight of him, my desire spiraling out of control.
“Fuck, you look so good,” he growled. “So fucking wet for me.”
