Leave Me Breathless

Chapter Five


Macy flopped away from the annoying sound blaring in her ear. She was about to contemplate unconsciousness again when her body suddenly acted on its own behalf before her brain could catch up. Her hand shot out for the iPhone—which her face had apparently been pressed against—and it took more than one attempt to slide the stupid freaking button all the way across to answer. The garbled word that came out of her mouth sounded something like, “Hulluh.”

“You passed out, didn’t you?” a deep voice accused teasingly. A voice she’d been hearing in all the torturous sex dreams she’d been having since, yes, passing out.

“No.”

He laughed. Dark and rich, it made her rub her thighs together. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost two a.m. “Are you off?” she asked.

“Finally. I texted you earlier but I doubt you got it. How are you feeling?”

She did a quick assessment. Head throbbing, check. Stomach not quite right, check. Truthfully, she felt like crap. Somehow still horny crap, but crap all the same. And definitely not sexy crap that was anywhere near ready for a man to come over and make passionate love to her. “Um…I’m…”

“Yeah, I was afraid of that. I had kind of a bad night myself. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.”

“There’s always tomorrow. Or tonight, since it already is tomorrow.”

“I wanted to see you,” she confessed. “Where are you?”

“Driving home, now. But I want you to stay on the phone with me, okay?”

She rolled over on her back and got as comfortable as she could, smiling at nothing in particular. “Okay. What about your night? You said it was bad?”

“Torturous.”

“Really? Why?”

“Just was.”

“Tell me.”

“Because I was so hard from what we did in the backseat that I couldn’t even think about anything else. I’m hard right now, just hearing your voice, so sleepy and sweet.”

The words shocked her eyes wide open, and all at once she was more awake than she’d ever been in her life. Would she ever get used to him? “Oh,” she breathed.

His voice dropped even lower. “Where are you right now?”

“Lying on my couch.”

“Hmm. I’d like for you to get up and go get on your bed. Will you do that for me?”

At the moment, she’d do anything for him. But she knew where this was going. Her heart began to thud double-time. “I’ve never done the whole phone-sex thing before.” Nevertheless, she got up and shuffled toward her room, yelping as she sustained a bruised shin in the process.

“Well, good.” Somehow that last word was full of wicked promise.

“I mean, I might not be very good at…talking. Like that.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll say it all. Believe me, right now just hearing you breathe will get me off. Leave your room dark.”

Breathing she could handle; she was already doing way more of it than she needed for survival. Ignoring the lamps, she crawled onto her bed. He must’ve heard the covers rustle when she pulled them back.

“Take off the covers. I don’t want there to be anything on the bed except you, right in the middle.”

Heat flared through her. “Can I keep a pillow?”

“Just one.”

The rational daytime Macy might’ve said this was a little absurd. The still half-tipsy, aroused, middle-of-the-night Macy couldn’t strip the bedding fast enough. “Are you home yet?” she asked him as she worked.

“Getting there.”

She crawled back onto the mattress, now only with the fitted sheet and one pillow, and positioned herself directly in the middle. She put him on speakerphone as she settled. “I’m done,” she said into the darkness.

“Are you still wearing the same thing I last saw you in?”

“Yes.”

“Lose it.”

The command in his voice shuddered through her. She wasn’t used to taking commands; she was used to dishing them out. But there was something so thrilling, so forbidden about it that she couldn’t resist. It was only the two of them here where the night would always keep their secrets, and it felt right.

He wasn’t a guy for a slow, seductive reveal. She liked that. She usually wasn’t much for foreplay, as a woman who got more from the action than the build-up. He’d always gotten lucky with her—or so she liked to tell herself—because he went in for the kill so fast.

“I’m pretty sure I lost my panties in your backseat,” she told him.

“Oh, shit, seriously?”

Her shirt, skirt and bra landed in some unseen location across the room, and she lay back down. “Think you could find them and get them back for me? They’re kind of a favorite pair.”

“Hmm, maybe. What am I gonna get in return?”

She grinned. “My gratitude for giving back my rightful property?”

“I might want to keep them as a souvenir of the sexiest Valentine’s night of my life. And they’re so hot and red and lacy too. Were you hoping to show those off to someone tonight, babe?”

He was so bad. “Not necessarily. But I’m glad I did.”

“Me too. Yeah. I can’t even begin to tell you how glad I am.”

“You do deserve something, though. I didn’t get to return the favor.”

“You’ll get your chance.”

She mewled with frustration. He wasn’t here to see her, and she wanted so badly to be naked for him like she’d never really been before due to the cramped confines of his backseat. She wanted to open her legs like a wanton and imagine him standing at the foot of her bed, his dark eyes drinking her in. She wanted that chance now and cursed herself again for her stupidity. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m undressed.”

He groaned, as if just the thought of her naked was agony to his arousal. “You’re so f*cking hot, Macy. But you know, I wanted to imagine you lying there in nothing but those red panties. I was going to tell you to leave them on.”

“I have others like them. Different colors, though.”

“Which colors?”

“White. Black. Beige. And teal.”

“Hmm. The black. Put them on for me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Hell yes, I am. I need the mental image. Put them on.”

“Twisted,” she muttered as she climbed from the bed and was rewarded with his dastardly chuckle.

“You know it.”

Once her task was completed, she settled back on the bed in her black panties. “Now what?”

“Now talk to me, I know you can do it. I’m there with you. What do you want me to do?”

Macy had begun to forget her headache, her questionable stomach and all the other afflictions she’d woken up with. “I wish you were here. If you want, you could still—”

“Shh. What do you want me to do?”

“Kiss me.”

“Where?”

God, she was going to suck at this. But suddenly it didn’t matter. “My mouth, at first.”

“Just like I did in the car? Slow and teasing? Or rougher?”

She licked her lips just thinking about it. “Just like in the car. Slow and teasing to start off. Then rougher, like you can’t get enough of how I taste.”

“I couldn’t. And I’m there with you now, and you’re naked except for your panties, so you know I can’t resist kissing your nipples. Run your fingers over them for me.”

They were already torturously tight from his words, his voice. Now her fingertips drew them even tighter. Her head sank into her pillow as she arched into her own hands, taking the full, aroused heaviness of her breasts into her palms. She would offer them to him like this, cupping them underneath so he could kiss and lick his fill.

“You teased me in the car,” she said softly. “You didn’t put your mouth on my nipples. I wanted you to.”

“I would do it now. I’d lick them and suck them until you couldn’t take it anymore. I wouldn’t take my mouth off them until you came, if you didn’t want me to.”

“I think I’d eventually have other uses for your mouth.” This really wasn’t that hard.

“Oh yeah? Tell me about them. I’m home, by the way. I’m getting into bed.”

She smiled into the darkness, glad he’d made it safely given the content of their discussion. “What are you wearing?” she asked.

“What do you want me to wear?”

“My needs are simple. Get naked.”

That evil-villain chuckle she was growing to love sounded in the darkness. She heard the tinkle of a belt buckle, the slide of denim being stripped off. “As you wish, my lady.”

Oh God. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t know what he looked like naked. Before, she’d come back to earth to discover the indignity of having her shirt pushed up, bra cups pushed down, skirt bunched around her hips and panties dangling from her left ankle. He’d only had to zip up. No, not fair at all.

She could imagine, because he usually wore his shirts a little snug, that he had a fantastic body. And she’d held his cock in her hand, felt its thickness both with her fingers and in the devastating stretch of its intrusion into her body. The memory alone was enough to arch her body off the bed.

“Are you hard?” she asked, surprised at her husky tone.

“What the f*ck do you think?”

She chuckled. “All the way?”

“Fully erect, baby. So hard it hurts.”

“How big is it?”

“Uh, don’t you know?”

“I’m talking precise measurements.”

This laugh was less evil-villain and more jovial. “Why, Macy. A nice young lady like yourself, asking such a thing. I’m appalled.”

“Oh, come on. Guys always know how big they are.”

“Big enough that I should tie a bow around it and attach a little card that says ‘To: Macy. You’re welcome. Love, Seth.’”

She barked with laughter, amazed for a moment that they could go from red-hot murmurings to easy humor in a matter of seconds. “Keep this up and I’ll text you a picture,” he warned, further fueling her laughter.

“No freaking way!”

“Oh, but you want me over here busting out a ruler for your edification.”

“You keep this up and I’m going to demand that you come over and show me in person.”

“Feeling better now?”

“Mm-hmm.” She writhed against her mattress restlessly. “Well…actually I think it’s more that I just don’t care how I feel.”

“Ah. As much as I want that—and you have no idea—let’s enjoy the ride until we get there. This will give us something to think about all day.”

“As if we don’t have enough?”

“Point taken.”

Maybe he was a tease after all. Or he was worried she was still inebriated enough she didn’t know what she was doing. “We got derailed,” she said.

“You were about to tell me what else to do with my mouth.”

She grinned as wickedly as he ever had. “But…it might be hard for you to do it. I’m wearing panties, remember.”

His groan raised the hair at her nape. “You think I can’t work around that? Slide your hand over the top of them. Tell me how they feel.”

“Silky. Wet.”

“I know your p-ssy is silkier and wetter than they are.”

Her breath momentarily froze in her lungs, and she choked out his name. Her flash of chagrin only added to the aching heat under her gently rubbing fingers. “Do you want me to make sure?” she breathed in a gusty whisper.

“Slide your fingers in the side, not down the front. Don’t touch your * yet.”

Exasperation shot through her. “Please?”

“No.”

What the hell was she waiting on him for, anyway? He wasn’t here watching her.

Except it was almost as if he were. Like if she touched herself without his permission, he would know.

“See, this is what I want to do to you. Leave those sexy little panties on; just pull them to the side while I go down on you. I might even leave them on while I f*ck you.”

She was pretty sure she was going to expire before any of this actually occurred. She whimpered as her fingers trailed through her wetness, careful not to brush the throbbing bud of her * though it begged for attention. “What do you want me to do now?” she asked.

“Spread your legs wide. Rub your fingers through it. Get it wetter. God, I remember how you feel, how you smell. I can’t wait to touch you again.” His breathing had deepened, gone ragged, to match hers. She pictured him lying there, his hand wrapped around himself and stroking, as she pushed her fingers as deep inside her own molten heat as she could. Her hips arched up.

“I can’t wait either,” she whispered. “This is good, but it isn’t enough.”

“I know, baby. Tomorrow night. I’m going to take care of you.”

If she hadn’t been such an idiot, it could’ve been tonight. Now. He would be sliding inside the slick, needy passage her own fingers couldn’t adequately fill.

The mental image alone was enough to make her moan. “I need you here,” she burst out. Quickly, she amended, “I need to come, Seth.”

“You will. Tell me how it feels. Is it hot?”

“Hot. Burning up.”

“Is it wet enough for me?”

“Oh yes.”

“I want you so wet that I can slide in deep and fast and not hurt you.”

Jesus. The only answer she could conjure up for him was an agonized sound halfway between a whimper and a sob. He’d done it like that before. He hadn’t shown her any mercy. She hadn’t wanted him to.

A strangled sound tore from his throat. “I’m close, baby. Are you?”

“If I touch my *, I think I’ll explode.”

“Do it. And I need to hear you.”

She pulled her fingers from her clenching depths and slid them over her swollen bud, biting down on her lip so hard she winced. Or maybe it was from the pleasure that zapped the last of her remaining senses. She didn’t have to be embarrassed about letting him hear her cry out as she came—there was no other option. The release, so sweet, so needed despite everything that had already happened tonight, left her drained and panting in its aftermath. From his gasp and shuddering breath over the connection, she knew he’d gone with her.

She only wished he could have been here inside her, pressed against her, keeping her anchored to the earth.

Because she was floating somewhere around Jupiter. A whole other world sprawled wide before her, so far removed from her own.

She was looking forward to the visit. She just didn’t know if she could live there.