“That sounds beautiful. What was your mother like? Did she look like you?”
“You don’t know what she looked like?”
“No. I mean, I’ve seen pictures of her before, maybe. But I haven’t looked her or your family up any time recently. I kind of wanted to,” I confess, “after we met. But it seemed unfair.”
“Unfair?”
I laugh. “I don’t know why. I guess you know all about my family.”
“Your father’s dental implant.” He chuckles.
“Exactly.” Almost all the nuances of my family’s life have been televised these last few years.
“There was never as much about you,” he says.
I smile. “I wouldn’t let them.”
“You were a mystery.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” Again, the line is filled with silence as I rub a chipped spot on my nail. “Anyway, I wanted to look up stuff about your family…but I haven’t. So I don’t know as much about you. It’s more like we just met each other at a party.”
“We did.”
“Well, it’s more like we’re normal people.”
“Ah. The normal ones.”
“Are you making fun of me? And getting pseudo-philosophical?” I tease.
“Too much?” His voice lowers. “Take off your panties, Lucy,” he says in a rough whisper.
My heartbeat booms in my ears, even as I hear myself say, “How do you know I’m wearing any?”
Heat blooms over my skin. My cheeks burn. I start to sweat. And more when I hear Liam let out a low groan.
“I’m not,” I whisper.
“Christ…”
What am I doing?
“Are you a boxer guy? Or briefs?”
“Boxer-briefs.” His voice is strained, making me warm between my legs.
“Are you going to take them off?” I ask.
“You want me to?”
“That’s up to you.”
“This is where you’re supposed to say ‘yes’, Lucy. Not interested?”
“Kind of embarrassed,” I say, sounding breathy.
“For wanting me?”
“Is that pretty abnormal? To have a little shame?”
“Of course.” He gives a rough laugh.
“Do all the ladies want you, Prince Liam?”
“Always,” he says.
“I’m sure they do.” I use a tone that makes it hard to tell whether I’m teasing or being sarcastic, and it helps me get my footing back. “Do you have your boxer-briefs off yet? What color are they?”
“Black. I’ll take them off—for you.”
“Only for me. How kind.”
“Disparaging comments while I’m getting naked, Lucy? Harsh.”
“It’s been said.”
“What would you do to me if you were here?” he murmurs.
“I would touch you. Stroke you. Maybe lick you if you’re nice.”
“Fuck.”
“Would you like that? If I licked you?”
“Oh yeah.” I can hear his ragged breathing. “Lucy…”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What do you want me to do?”
I can tell that he’s enjoying this. Getting a kick out of me giving him orders. He’s probably never been on the receiving end of them before. Distantly, I know I’ve lost my mind, but…I can’t seem to stop. I love the feeling of control as I say, “Touch your balls first. Lightly. And then put your hand around your dick. Grab on, and stroke it up and down.”
His rough voice seems to crack across the line. “Spread your legs, Lucy. Touch your clit. Just for a moment. Then I want your fingers in your pussy.”
I hesitate a moment before rubbing myself through the fabric of my panties. “Run your fingertip around your head,” I whisper, “and imagine it’s my finger.”
I hear him breathing. “Push your fingers inside. Get them wet. Then drag back up and go around your clit. Shut your eyes. Imagine it’s my tongue.”
His voice is so damn sexy. I still hear him breathing.
“I wish I could see your face,” I murmur.
“You want to see my face?”
“Of course,” I whisper.
The line goes dead. My phone rings, and it’s FaceTime. I answer with my left hand, holding the phone above my face and looking into the camera, even as my other hand moves over my pussy.
I see Liam’s handsome face, his eyelids heavy, mouth curved slightly as he stares into the phone. He smiles, and it’s panty-melting.
I take in his lightly bearded cheeks, thick throat…and then I’ve got an eyeful of his bare, beautiful chest. I can see his tattoo, black ink in the dark. The small, hard pebbles of his nipples, flawless pecs, a six-pack that is painfully perfect. And a happy trail that disappears behind the elastic of his boxer briefs.
He pans out a little more. I see his huge erection straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs. It’s so long, it’s stuffed inside the underwear, curved a little at the elastic. I watch his thumb stroke over something, and when he moves it, I can see the spot is wet.
“Oh God. That’s…”
I swallow as I push my underwear aside and ease two fingers into my slick pussy.
“God.” I can’t help the little moan that comes from my throat. “Pull them down. I want to see your hand around it.”
He must set his phone on his chest, because for a long moment, I see a sheet of fabric sort of like a canopy.
Then the camera is in motion, giving me a glimpse of his rock-hard abs before…Crown Jewels. Lord, but he is absolutely perfect. His long, thick cock is pointed toward his navel, giving me a perfect view of the plum-shaped tip.
I let out a little sigh, imagining him rubbing it against my slit.
“Oh, Lucy. You’re a bad, bad girl.” He wraps a fist around his dick, causing the veins of his muscular forearm to stand out. “I want you to focus on yourself,” he says, stroking his length. “Do you have your fingers in your pussy?”
I push my fingers deeper. “Maybe,” I rasp.
“Do you feel full?”
I move my fingers, mesmerized by the up-down motion of his hand as he pumps his cock. “Play with your clit. Do you have a toy? I want to see it in you, where I would be if I was there.”
I slide another finger into myself, inhaling deeply.
Liam starts to stroke a little faster, and I clench around my fingers. His hand comes over his head, palm cupping it.
“I like that,” I murmur.
“Focus on your clit. Light and then harder. Do you have a bullet?”
“Yes.”
“Can you use it?”
“I’ll come fast.” My face flushes on the whisper.
“I’ll come when you do. Then you can go to sleep. I want to see your face when you get there.”
I shut my eyes, not sure if I can do it. “I’ve never had phone sex.”
“You’ve been missing out. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful with the video.”
“Promise?” I ask as he works his cock.
“Yeah.” The word is breathless, reinforcing how worked up he is. Letting me know I’m not in this alone.
So…I do it. I lean over to my nightstand and pull the drawer open, revealing my little silver bullet vibrator.
I position it over my clit and look into the phone. I find Liam’s eyelids heavy. “Show me, Lucy.”
So I aim the iPhone’s camera at my lower body, turn the bullet on, and am rewarded by a strangled groan.