"Yes," I whispered. My voice was a thread of sound.
"God, Hannah. Tell me what you're wearing."
Shivers raced up and down my spine as I locked the bathroom door and glanced at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed. I must have been biting my lips because they were swollen and bright.
"A baby blue cami and a pair of jeans."
"Get out of those jeans. What else?"
My pulse fluttered. I jerked at my jeans with one hand and shoved them down, stepping out of them. I kept watching myself in the mirror. I expected to see confusion on my face—was I out of my fucking mind right now?—but all I saw was a glazed look of arousal.
"A gray pushup bra and a blue thong with a black lace waistband."
"Fuck, a thong? Perfect. God, you're perfect. Lie down. Put the phone near your ear. I want you to have both hands free."
I obeyed automatically. I was putty in this stranger's hands. Not even his hands! His sexy, soft voice, demanding and encouraging.
I grabbed two clean towels from the rack and strew them on the bathroom floor, then stretched out on top of them and set my iPhone beside my ear.
"I bet your breasts look damn good in that pushup bra, Hannah. Why don't you lift your cami and show them off. How do they look, hm? Pressed together, nice and high? You like to show them off? Squeeze them for me. Spread your legs. Is that the kind of girl you are, teasing men with your beautiful tits? I bet you like it. You liked driving me mad in your bathrobe, making me get hard."
"Yes," I gasped. Yes, yes, yes. I pulled my tight cami up, bunching it high around my chest and baring my bra and breasts to the empty bathroom. I imagined Matt hovering over me. I imagined him smirking and telling me I liked to show off my tits. Was it true?
I squeezed the cups of my bra and bit my lip to suppress a groan.
"Your nipples are sensitive. You told me that." Matt laughed softly. "Twist them, Hannah. Rub them and pull on them. Don't spare yourself the pain. I bet you're drenched."
"I am," I whispered. "God, Matt... I can feel it, how wet I am."
I could. I could feel the slick, oozing sensation of desire between my legs.
Matt drew a sharp breath.
With trembling hands I unclasped my bra and slid the cups off my breasts. I pinched a nipple between my fingers and gasped. So sensitive! An arrow of pleasure shot down to my sex. Don't spare yourself the pain. I twisted my nipple and yelped.
"Hannah!" For the first time, I heard a quaver in Matt's voice. He was losing control. He was losing control with me. I began to tremble.
"Do it with me," I whispered. "Matt, please."
"I am. I have to. I can't help it. Hannah... god, do it. Spread your *, rub your clit. Come with me. God, I need this. What are you doing to me?"
My nipples were already stiff and aching. I shoved aside my thong and began to slide my finger over my clit. Everything between my legs was soaked.
"So wet," I breathed. "Everything. So wet. Matt, god."
"S-say my name again. Again."
"Matt, god Matt, I... I'm close."
I heated with embarrassment. On my own, it could take upwards of twenty minutes to get a good orgasm. Now, with Matt's insistent voice in my ear, I couldn't stop the pleasure from spiraling upward.
"Oh god, Hannah. Fuck, I'm c—"
"Coming!" I panted.
Matt gave a ragged moan. My * throbbed and pleasure rolled through my body like a shockwave. I shook on the floor. Fluid squirted around my fingers. Bliss.
I don't know how long I lay there breathing, feeling the little aftershocks of ecstasy. My heart slowed to a sluggish pace. I thought I could sleep forever. On the line, Matt sighed and took one deep breath after another. Finally his voice broke the silence.
"Is blue your favorite color?"
"What?" I smiled lazily. "I mean, yeah. How did you know?"
"Good guess," he murmured.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Don't have one."
"Oh, that's a little sad somehow."