Page 44 of The Keeper
My mind on Calum, on his smile, his hand holding on to mine, his eyes dark and intense as he watched me drive away in the cab.
Fuck it. I make the call.
Calum’s face is sleepy as he answers. “Billie? Everything okay?”
“Sorry to wake you,” I apologize.
“What’s wrong?”
I’m almost too shy to say it. I almost lie and tell him I couldn’t sleep. “I need to come,” I blurt the words out before I can change my mind.
“Oh,” he says, then his eyes go wide. “Oh!”
“Yes. Will you stroke yourself? Will you let me see you? I need to see you.” IknowI sound desperate, half-crazed with desire and frustration, but I can’t seem to help myself.
He’s quiet for a moment, and I think, for a moment, he might say no. He might even turn me down.
But he doesn’t.
Calum shuffles around for a second, then holds out the phone. I can see his hand is on his cock. His big, long, beautiful cock.
“I wish I could put that in my mouth,” I tell him.
“I wish you could, too.” He’s stroking his fist up and down the stiff length.
“It felt good, when I did that for you?”
“So good,” he moans.
“And when you put your mouth on me?”
“I loved the taste of you,” he says on a heavy breath. “I loved it. I loved being in control like that. Loved losing control.”
“Me too. I’m touching myself, Cal. Do you want to see?”
“Fuck yeah,” he moans in the affirmative, so I move the phone so he can see me. We both touch ourselves, watching, and when I see the slick tip of his cock, wet with precum, I tell him I’m close.
“I want to see your face when you come,” I say.
He moves the phone so I can see him, his teeth bared as the phone shakes a bit. He’s pumping his cock hard now, and it’s really helping me along.
“I’m there, Cal. So close. I’m there.”
“Let me see you,” he grounds out harshly.
I position my screen so he can see me as we finish, both spectacularly.
He groans out a loud “ahhhhh” while I forget all about breathing, arching my back, pushing through the glorious, spectacular orgasm.
It’s not enough, not by half. I know what it feels like to come with him inside of me now. But it will do.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I should be thanking you, I’d say.” He gives me a little breathless laugh.
“Well, I woke you up, so maybe not.”
“Worth it.”
