Is she crazy? He would do more than gouge out their eyes.
“What about Luke? What would he do if you wore one and he saw you walking down the aisle half naked?”
“Luke?” Tessa pauses, thinking silently for a minute. “Mm. He’d probably drag me down to the sand and fuck me in front of my parents. Like a savage.”
“Oh, that’s nice. I’m sure Ben wouldn’t mind watching his sister being taken.”
My phone beeps with an incoming text. I hold it above me.
Ben: Goddamn, Angel. This is the worst possible time for my dick to be hard.
My cheeks burn. Oh, is it?
I place the phone back to my ear, catching the tail-end of Tessa’s amusing reaction. “Hey, I gotta go. Let me know when you want to run out and I’ll go with you.”
“Cool. I’ll ask Beth too. One more night of this sexless hell.”
I laugh. “Yeah. See ya.”
I end the call and run my tongue along my bottom lip as I type out my response.
Me: So telling you how wet my fingers are isn’t something you should know right now?
Me: Oops . . .
My phone starts to ring, startling me and wiping the smirk off my face. Running my free hand over my racing heart, I answer the call in my most nonchalant voice.
“Hello?”
“Mia,” Ben growls.
The hairs on my neck stand up.
Shit. Is he pissed?
“H-Hi, babe. I wasn’t really . . .”
“How many fingers are you using?”
His question squeezes the air from my lungs, or his demand, rather, because that’s what it sounds like. An order, spoken by the only man I’ve ever gotten off with, for, from. You name it. Ben is and always will be the only man, and right now, he isn’t asking how I’m touching myself. He’s making sure I’m doing it.
While he’s at work.
Hot holy fuck.
I wet my lips again as I slide my hand down my body and into my panties, over my sensitive flesh and through my slick heat. “One,” I softly reply, my voice shaking, my fingers soaked and trembling.
His heavy breathing fills my ear. “You pretending it’s me, Angel?”
“Yes.”
“You forget how thick I am?”
I close my eyes, moaning. “Jesus, Ben. Are you by yourself?”
“Do you really think I’d be getting my wife off over the phone with Luke’s nosey ass sitting next to me? I told him to take a walk.”
A smile pulls at my mouth.
Seriously stupid question on my part. Of course Ben wouldn’t be speaking to me like this if anyone was in hearing distance. He doesn’t share my pleasure. The times that he has taken me while we’ve been out in public have been rare occurrences, and ones I usually beg for.
“You can be quick,” I’ll tell him. “And I can be quiet.”
He’ll debate both of my suggestions with believable resistance, but once my top comes off he forgets how to argue.
“Baby.” Ben’s voice sends a shiver up my spine. “How many fingers?”
“Three.” My breath hitches as I stretch myself. Wetness trickles onto my palm. “So wet,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I wish I was there. Touching you. Sliding inside of you. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you, Mia?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“I wouldn’t be slow, baby. God, I couldn’t. Not tonight. I need you . . . on my cock. That sweet, wet pussy gripping me.” His breath starts coming out in sharp pants. “Spread your legs. I want them wide, Angel. Come on.”
My hips burn as I bend my knees and pull my legs up. “They are. They’re so wide it hurts.”
“Good. Now fuck yourself like I would. Fast, baby. I want to hear it. Wanna hear how wet you are.”
Moaning, I think about Ben next to me, hovering over me, his wild gray eyes locked between my legs while I pump my fingers in and out. In and out. Faster. My thumb brushing over my clit, rubbing it like he does.
I twist my wrist. A soft squelching noise tickles the air.
“Do you hear me?” I ask, my heart racing and my breathing sharp. “Ben . . .”
“Angel,” he growls, his voice vibrating through my body.
I swear, it gets me wetter.
“Keep going. You’re making such a mess for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, it’s . . . I’m dripping. On my hand. Oh, God, Ben.”
“Fuck.”
He sounds desperate. Just as turned on as I am.
I picture him stroking his cock while he watches me. He’s throbbing, the head red and swollen. Dripping. Oh, God, he’s dripping too. He uses two hands, gripping his balls while rubbing his shaft against my thigh.
“Wanna feel you squeezing my cock, baby. Milking me. Come on. Take those fingers like you take my dick. Come all over them.”
OhGodOhGodOhGod.
“Ben,” I whisper, arching my back. My legs shaking as that delicious heat spreads up my spine. “C-Coming. I’m coming.”
I drop the phone, squeezing my breast through my shirt, moaning into the silence of my bedroom and then falling weightless against the sheets, my body limp and warm. Sated.
Satisfied, but only as satisfied as I can be when he’s not here losing control with me.