Page 2 of Come Undone

"Yes."

I grin at her honest answer. "Touch yourself for me, Arwen. Slide your hand down that curvy little body and feel how wet you already are for me."

She moans softly as she touches herself.

I close my eyes, imagining her hand and perfectly manicured pink nails trailing down her curvy body before disappearing between her legs.

"Tex. I'm so wet," she groans.

"Good." My balls ache at the surprise in her tone, as if she can't quite believe she really responds to me this way. As if she can't believe just the anticipation of my call made her so hot.

I ensured that response the first night I called, coaxing her into confessing her deepest desires and then using every trick I knew to talk her into back-to-back orgasms. If she has to do this to get herself through grad school while feeling like she's carved out a little independence, I want it to be a good memory for her.

"I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers," I order her. "Ride your hand like it's mine. Can you do that for me, darlin'?"

"Oh, God," she groans, her breath rate increasing audibly. "Yes, Tex."

"Then do it, little one. Pretend your hand is mine and finger yourself for me." I wait until she moans again, letting me know that she's doing exactly as I demanded. As soon as I hear that sweet sound, I pump my cock, desire burning through me even hotter than before. "Your pretty little pussy is so tight around my fingers. I can feel your walls clenching every time I press deeper."

She moans wordlessly in response.

"Your juices are trickling down my hand already, darlin'. The entire room smells like sex, like you. I'm starving for you, Arwen," I rasp, closing my eyes and letting the truth of that statement wind its way through me. "I see the way your head rolls on your shoulders, exposing that lovely throat to me every time I press against your g-spot. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and mark you there. You want it too, don't you?"

"Please." Her confirmation is nothing more than a deep groan.

"Come for me, darlin’, and maybe I will," I tease her, my voice thick with the desire to do precisely that. The thought of her skin beneath my lips, of pressing my tongue to the pulse in her throat, of seeing my mark on her…Jesus. "I'll leave proof on that beautiful body that you're mine, little one. Mine to touch. Mine to please. Mine tofuck."

"Oh!" She cries out in surprise at the emphasis I put on that word.

I expected nothing less. I may be a jackass, but I know her. I know what she wants, what she craves, what turns her on, and what makes her tick. She wants to be possessed and cherished at the same time. She wants to be claimed and adored, loved beyond all reason. She's fiercely independent, but she's shy and sweet too. She needs someone to steady her and help her fly, someone willing to let her explore every facet of herself inside the bedroom and out.

I'm dying to be that man for her. Fuck, if she let me, I'd never tell her no or hold her back. I'd teach her everything she wanted to learn and then some. No one would hurt her. No one would frighten her.

"After you come on my fingers for me, I'm going to bury my head between your legs and eat you until you can't take any more. Let me have it, little one," I command, my hand flying over my cock now. "Let me taste that sweet pussy again."

"Oh, oh, Tex!" she cries out.

I fist my cock, listening in satisfaction as she comes for me.

I don't let myself go over with her, though.

I haven't earned that right. Not yet.

Chapter Two

Arwen

"Hecalledagainlastnight," I announce, bounding into the kitchen. Bright light filters into the room from the large bay windows, lighting little dust motes hovering in mid-air.

My two roommates and best friends turn to look at me, matching expectant expressions on their faces. I don't immediately give them the details they want, though. Instead, I amble toward the coffee pot on the slate-gray counter and pour a cup before bringing it to my nose and inhaling.

Tex called again.

I'm a twenty-three-year-old woman, but I fight the urge to squeal like a high school girl with her first crush. Every night for the last two weeks, he's called. And every night, he's given me multiple mind-blowing orgasms. From phone sex.

I didn't even know that was possible until him.

I'm a virgin. Thanks to my dad and my brothers, not to mention my uncles and cousins, the likelihood of me dying a virgin is high. Taking a job as a voice model—or phone sex operator—is not something I would typically do. But graduate school is expensive, and I don't want to depend on my parents forever. I want to make my own money and be my own person. So I took the job until my part-time on-campus position reopens this fall.

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