Page 42 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
If my recent adventures had taught me anything, it was that sometimes grabbing the alpha was a good thing.
“Dare.”
“Good girl. Take that tank top and shorts off, so you’re good and naked for me too.”
Either J had figured out I wasn’t wearing undergarments, or he was a good guesser.
My heart pounded against my chest, and I eyed my door, making sure I’d locked it. This was wild, but hell, I wanted to be a little wild for once. So, I got naked, splaying out across my bed as my body heated, slick beginning to pool between my thighs.
“Umm, okay. Done.” I sounded so shaky.
“Yes, I think you are.” J’s tone held that unabashed glee, the utter lack of any fucks to give, like he always sounded. “How about you let me control things from here on out?”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Y-yes. Yes, please.”
“You’re so fucking adorable.” A low groan made it through the phone, and I knew that J was touching himself. “Find one of your nipples for me, Maple. Squeeze it good and tight.”
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
My heart was going to beat itself out of my rib cage, but I did it. I snaked my hand across my chest, circling my nipple with two fingers, and then squeezed. A tiny yelp escaped me.
“Fucking perfection. Keep going, imagine my fingers are plucking those pert little buds and getting you all riled up. I know I am.”
All I could do was obey now. I did exactly what J told me to do, teasing my nipple until it was nearly too much, thenswitching to the other one. My moans built steadily, and I could hear them reflected by J.
“Ugh, that’s fucking hot, Maple. Do you like knowing that justhearingyou do this is enough to have my knot swelling?”
Embarrassment and arousal warred for control as my pussy throbbed, and I put the phone between my shoulder and ear, freeing up both hands. One began to delve lower, hovering over my folds.
“Are you going to touch your pretty pussy for me? I want to hear you fall apart on the phone. I want your sounds to make me come.”
“J…Oh, god…” I slipped between my folds, still pinching one nipple. I was going to crack apart already, the filthy, naughty reality that I was having phone sex with someone making me so damn hot. No, notsomeone. J.
“Yesss, baby,” he purred. “I’m stroking my cock thinking about you. Can you imagine my fingers working that tight little pussy for me?”
“Yes!”
I hadn’t meant to be so loud, but I was too gone, too absorbed by what I was doing, and I plunged one finger and then two into my pussy. I shifted them in and out, imagining it was J, desperate to know what he’d feel like. My breaths were a flurry of rushed gasps, and I was arching up off the soft bedspread.
“I want to feel you.” The words were out before I could stop them.
“Oh, baby, I’m right there. I’m touching that delicious pussy, twirling my fingers through your slick, hooking them up into your G-spot.”
A whimper escaped from me, my vision blurred, and I was moaning like I was in heat, though I knew I wasn’t. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be just a phone call. J’s breathing grew ragged, amesmerizing sound that drifted through my phone and, I swear to god, straight to my clit. It burned, aching to come.
“Please, I’m so close. Are…are you?” Worry plagued me for a moment, suddenly terrified at the prospect that this was all a joke and J was going to start laughing at me.
“Baby, I’msoclose.” A grunt, too real to fake, filled my ears. “Pumping into my goddamn fist, picturing your pretty pink pussy and how it’ll weep for me. Let me hear you. Let me hear you come so I can let myself go.”
I worked faster, thrusting my fingers deeper and rougher. I pinched that nipple I still clutched, and just when I thought the orgasm would remain out of reach, I slid my fingers across my clit.
“J!” I cried out, riding the wave of my release like he was here, doing it for me.
I came and came, slick pouring from me and making everything a slippery mess. My head floated above my body as my walls fluttered around my fingers, pulsing rhythmically.
“That’s it, baby. Ugh!” Several more groans rumbled out of J, and I could picture him jerking off, his cock twitching as he spilled his cum all over his fist.
A jolt of electricity pulsed through me at the mental image, eliciting a small orgasm that was gone in seconds but intense, nonetheless.
