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I shivered at the nickname. It was my username, and a front, just like Tahlia was. But hearing him say it made me melt into the mattress. I moved my fingers lazily, spreading my lips to show him my most precious self. Soft, throbbing velvet. My want was silk with teeth, and the bite of pleasure whipped me into rolling my hips.

I was wanton and wild. But also, safe.

I knew Lloyd would cherish this as a gift, not leer at me like a whore. What was it about this man that made me do things I promised I never would do again?

“I need you, Lloyd,” I breathed and dipped two fingers inside my channel.

I pumped until my channel clenched with hard, desperate hunger. It wasn’t enough and my body grew hot with the desire for more than I could offer. I imagined Lloyd’s cock inside me. His slow and delicious thrusts. I chased the ripe edge of pleasure, catching the sweet nectar on my tongue but never a full bite.

Until Lloyd spoke and his voice filled me from the inside out. The tone of it beckoned, promised, and coaxed me in its tender hold.

“Touch that needy clit, Tahlia, pretend it’s my tongue. One day, I’ll give you exactly what you need. Scream my name. I want you to crave me like I do you.”

My fingers obeyed his command, pinching my clit as I swallowed needy sounds. My thighs tingled and shivered; the release built like a firework. I wanted him. Needed to taste his devotion for sustenance. Craved him like the burning air in my lungs. I knew it would be everything he whispered. Promises had duped me before, but they’d been missing this.

The emotion, the desperation, the utter need that bled into every breath he made.

“Lloyd.”I want you.

The steep ascent to pleasure made me toss my head. I gasped at the lust that choked my throat. My body shook with the weight of my need. The edge of it suffocated, it strangled. The pleasure took on a desperate, pained edge. But I leaned into it.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Give it to me. Paint those pretty thighs, honey girl.”

My core tightened, and I wondered if he was touching himself too. I wanted him to. So driven by the sight of my body, he couldn’t stop himself. I needed the yearning in his tone to be real.

“I-I-I’m so close. Are you going to come with me?” I stuttered and Lloyd muttered an expletive under his breath.

The sound of him shucking his pants dragged a breathless laugh up my tight throat. I throbbed all over, between my legs and my chest.

“Trying to be a gentleman here. But if you want to hear me come, I won’t deny you.”

Lloyd’s strokes were accompanied by short, harsh puffs of breath. I imagined him on his neat bedspread, his hand clasped around his hard length. The scent of his lust. We penned a wet, desperate symphony and nothing had ever sounded so sweet.

“I need you loud,” I gasped as I pressed down on my clit, closing my eyes in readiness.

No orgasm in my life felt as good as this moment. Teetering on the edge of ruin. This would be my first orgasm shared out loud, and Lloyd’s throat better hurt afterward.

We weren’t together, but every time he spoke, he’d feel me in the pinch of his wrecked voice. Lloyd grunted, growled, and swore. Heat pricked behind my eyes and I squeezed them shut. I let Lloyd’s voice carry me to the infinite edge of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, Tahlia,” Lloyd panted.

“Tully,” I gasped, “my real name is Tully.”

My vision blackened around the edges as my back bowed from my release. Forget Fenella, my parents, and my damn name I’d never earn. I lost myself to an orgasm that shot through my body like lightning. It fried my nerves to jelly. Slick soaked my thighs, scorched a path I wished Lloyd could have tasted. Lloyd groaned low as he rolled through the ebbing pulses of pleasure, like I did.

I reached down and turned off the camera, but kept the phone call connected.

I told him my real name.

The pleasure changed in the space of a breath. The soft, warm tendrils grew into sharp edges, and my insides stung. My stomach cramped, and I swallowed the sharp acid that burned off the velvet bliss of the orgasm even as my clit throbbed with sparks.

Stupid. Stupid.Stupid.

This was risk enough. Why had I given him my name? The voice came back, no longer dizzy with passion. And judgment fell like a weight on my chest. There had to be more than one Tully in Starhaven. He wouldn’t make the connection.He wouldn’t. But panic invaded my chest and constricted my breath.

“Tully,” Lloyd repeated, hushed with awe. “Thank you for this gift.”

Knowing my name was scarier than Lloyd seeing my pussy splayed out in front of his screen. My lungs shrank, and each desperate breath did little to calm the rising panic. Honey and fig drenched the room, curdled and sour. It burned my nostrils. What had I been thinking? Lloyd heard the change in my breathing, the quick, panicked breaths.