Page 61 of The Operators

Mack groans. “Yes.” His voice is so fucking breathy. I squeeze my legs together to ease the ache I have to touch myself.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” he pants.

“Mm, and what would make it make it feel better?”

“You know exactly what,” he spits out. “Fuck,” he mumbles to himself.

“Use your words, Mr. Smith.”

“I need you here. I need you here in my bed. I need to feel your hands again. I need to feel them wra…oh, fuck.”

I slide my hand down my stomach until my fingers reach between my legs. I brush my fingers up and down for a few moments until I can’t stand it and press two fingers against my clit, circling it. I gasp as pleasure rushes through my whole body, causing my nipples to poke against my t-shirt.

“Finish that sentence, Mr. Smith. Where do you want my hands?”

His groan is almost a whine like he can barely handle himself. “I can’t stop thinking about the way your fingers felt squeezing my cock. Ohhh, fuck, I’m so fucking hard.”

“I’ve been thinking about it too.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me that.”

How could I resist when he sounds like that? “You’re bigger than I’m used to.”

“Shut your fucking mouth. Don’t feed my ego right now.” He begins panting harder like he’s barely holding on. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, I keep thinking about what it would feel like to be stretched apart by one that large,” I say, gasping as I dip my fingers in and out of myself. “If I concentrate hard enough, I can almost feel it sliding in and out of me, fucking me.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” he mumbles almost incoherently. “Oh, fuck. God, I need to be inside of you. Thea…”

“Mr. Smith,” I scold.

“I don’t fucking care. Fuck, I don’t fucking care. You want to know what I want? I fucking want you. I want you on your back with your legs wrapped around my back. I want to kiss your lips when I’m sinking inside of you. I want you moaning my name when you come around my rock hard dick. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…” His voice trails off into a gasp before the hottest sound I’ve ever heard comes out of his mouth, letting me know his hot cum is shooting all over his chest. He pants and groans until there’s nothing left but exhausted breaths.

“Thea…”

I’m not exactly sure why, but now that it’s over, now that it’s just us here alone on the phone, now that I have nothing to hide behind, I panic. I’m at a loss for words. I’m so overwhelmed that I don’t know what else to do. I don’t have any other choice.

Click.

I hang up.

Chapter 21

Mack

“Fuck, I don’t want to be here,” I mumble to myself, tapping on my steering wheel, trying to build up enough nerve to go inside.

I tried to get out of it, but my mom was all excited because she’s making her famous tater tot casserole that everyone loves. Brunch got moved to Saturday because my parents are leaving for a cruise tomorrow. I couldn’t not show up to send them off. No matter how hungover I was. Not to mention how little sleep I got last night.

Thea’s car was already sitting in my parents’ driveway when I pulled up, along with everyone else. Seems everyone felt guilty about skipping even though we were all out way too late last night. Although, I doubt anyone else was drunk, tossing and turning, trying to figure out why Thea hung up on them and then turned her phone off for the night.

I don’t know what she’s thinking. I don’t know what she’s feeling. I’m freaking the fuck out, and I haven’t even gone inside yet.

I pound my fist into my hand. “C’mon, fucker. You’re supposed to be the mature one in this relationship.”

I shove my car door open before I chicken out and back out of the driveway, but that doesn’t stop my heart fromthumping against my chest as I stop with my hand on the front door handle. I take one last deep breath before pushing the door open and walking inside.

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