He flicked the shower off and grabbed a towel. After vigorously drying off, he left the bathroom naked. It was one of the main reasons he wanted to get his own place, to have the freedom to not wear clothes if he didn’t have to. Sure, the guys had few inhibitions around each other. Living in such close quarters, whether it was in the group home, on a tour bus, or in their homes in L.A. and Toronto, there wasn’t much they hadn’t seen of each other. Dred wanted a place of his own, to explore who he was as an individual, rather than a permanent part of a collective. And he wanted to be able to have sex anywhere he wanted, whenever he wanted it.
When Pixie had told him she was a virgin, he’d almost choked. His tastes ran a little darker than average. He loved sex. Used it to take the edge off life. Used it to get inspired. He liked both ends of the spectrum, sexy and sweet versus dark and dirty. Right now he needed dark. Rough. Something to work out the tension the shower hadn’t lifted.
Two in the afternoon. It would only be, what, eight, in Miami. He prayed Pixie was on the later shift.
He grabbed his phone and video-called her.
“Hey,” she croaked, patting the bedding down around her, her head resting on the pillow.
“Hey, gorgeous. Move that sheet, I want to see what you are wearing.” He prayed for naked, but knowing Pixie, she wouldn’t be.
When she did as he said, he smiled. She wore a thin purple tank. He could see her nipple straining against the fabric. Who gave a fuck about breast size with nipples as responsive as that? On her bottom, she wore lose pants in purple and white polka dot.
Nothing about the outfit was sexy, yet he wished he were there with her all the same.
“Boring,” she said.
“Beautiful,” he replied. “I wanna play, Pix. Can we?”
“Is this a booty call?” she asked, her eyebrows rose in surprise.
“Oh, gorgeous. I want much more than your booty. I was thinking about our time together in Toronto while I was rehearsing today.”
He reached his free hand around his cock. Pulled slow and tight, out of sight of the video.
“Me too. What were you thinking about?”
He wanted desperately to be himself with her. To not try to hide the sexual part of himself. “If I answer that honestly, Snowflake, I might freak you out.”
Pixie smiled and looked up at him through those perfect eyelashes. “Try me. Rule three. I won’t break.”
Dred ignored the nervous flip of excitement. “Well, I was standing there thinking about how my fingers smelled after I got you off. And how they would have tasted if you’d let me slide them deep inside you. Scissoring them as I pulled them in and out of you. I want that. Don’t you?”
“I . . . erm.”
“Play with me, Pix. Please. Don’t you? I am fucking hard from the want of you, and if you’re ready, I want you to get me off. I want you to touch yourself. I want this conversation to get you as turned on right now as I am. Play with me, Snowflake. I’m all yours.”
All yours. The words had all but spilled out.
“On the plane home, I wondered what it would have been like to unzip your jeans,” she said.
Fuck. She was going to play. And for all the dark he craved, her sweetness turned him on even more.
“Did you think about how I’d look, when I was hard? What you would do with me?”
Pixie took a deep breath. “I’d take you in my hand and stroke you. Get the feel of you.”
“Do you want me to touch myself now for you?”
“Would you?”
“You have no idea the things I would do for you. Talk to me, Snowflake.”
“I’d suck on you, I think. Put you in my mouth.”
Dred shivered. It wasn’t the most erotic line he’d ever heard, but from his virgin, it was the sexiest fucking thing. Ever.
“What would I taste like?”
“Hmm . . . salty, maybe. I’d lick the very tip for a taste.” Pixie turned and buried her head in the pillow then looked back. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“I can imagine the inside of your mouth. It’s tight and wet. Warm. You’re on your knees in front of me. We’re at a cabin by the lake. Outside. And those perfect lips of yours are sucking me off.”
Perhaps it was overwhelming need, but Pixie placed her hand between her legs. When she realized what she’d done, she removed it quickly.
“No. Put it back. Do what feels natural, Pix. Wanna see what feels natural for me?”
“No.” There was too much certainty in her words to push her, even though he knew he could. He kept his phone focused on his face.
Tentatively, she put her hand back between her legs, and rocked against the side of her palm. A steady rocking to find the edge. The edge he was about to fall over. He moved his hand faster along his cock, searching for the telltale tightening.
“I want you to sit on my face and show me how you get off. And when you are good, and wet, and still riding your first orgasm, I want you to move those delicious hips of yours until you are sitting over my cock. Then you can lower yourself on to me, fast or slow . . . because I’m taking you at least twice . . . so it really doesn’t matter to me which we do first.”
Pixie’s mouth opened and she gasped for breath. Her eyes tightened, her body spasmed. It was the most perfect orgasm he’d ever seen. At the sight of it, he let go and joined her.
Chapter Ten