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Thea

Thea: So, what was the plan?

Jackson: Connect those headphones to your Bluetooth. Once you’re done, lmk.

Jackson: You done? It’s been five minutes.

Thea: Sorry I’m not very good at this. I think it’s working.

Jackson Calling …

“Hey,” I answered the call, my breath catching the moment Jackson’s face appeared on my screen.

It had only been seven minutes since I’d last seen him, yet my heart beat a little faster because I missed him in that short amount of time.

I laughed to myself. Three days ago, I couldn’t stand him. Now? I was practically aching for his attention.

“Hey,” he whispered back. He was in his room, his headset on with the soft glow of his table lamp casting sharp shadows over his jawline. “Mm-hm. What are you wearing?” he asked with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. Always sex. All the time.

His gaze flickered over the screen, trying to drink in whatever he could see of me—which wasn’t much. The dim light barely revealed my face, and even if I weren’t buried under my covers, he wouldn’t see much more than that. Still, his attention burned into me.

Without thinking, I flipped my flashlight on, angling the phone downward to flash my silky purple pajamas—the same pair I’d been wearing when Jackson had woken me up in the middle of the night.

A low, guttural growl vibrated through the phone.

The sound sent a jolt straight to my core, heat pooling between my thighs so fast it was embarrassing. I hated how easy it was for him to pull that kind of reaction out of me.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His voice was thick, rough, and raw.

Was this audio porn? It sure felt like it.

“How are you feeling in there without me?”

I flipped the phone back to my face, forcing a smirk. “Pretty good. I can starfish, and there’s no giant body taking up all the space.”

Jackson exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “You starfished is exactly how I want you, Pyro.”

I giggled, rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to chase some relief from the tension coursing through my body. If anything, it made things worse.

“Put your phone on your nightstand.” I did as he said, but his groan made me bite back a smile. “Not like that. I’m staring at your ceiling fan.”

I glanced up, surprised he could even see that in the dim light.

“Prop it up so it’s facing you.”

“Oh.”

I leaned my phone against my lamp, checking the screen to ensure he had a full view of me.

Jackson’s eyes darkened as he took me in, his breath heavy and controlled.

“You look divine, Pyro.” His voice was rough enough to feel all the way down my spine.

Heat curled in my stomach, spreading lower as I tried to keep my breathing steady.

“What about you? You going to leave me hanging, Baseball Cap?”

“Of course not.” He followed suit, propping his phone up until I could see him. He dropped his hands to the bed, and I couldn’t help but focus on the way his fingers flexed against his sheets, like he was already imagining gripping me.

“Sit on the bed and face me, Pyro.”

I swallowed. “O-okay.”

As I moved, I noticed his screen shift slightly, confirming that he could see all of me now. Jackson tilted his head, studying me like he was preparing to devour me.

“I know you like being in control, but tonight, I want you to be a good girl and let me do all the talking.”

My throat went dry, my head sinking into the pillows. I’ll do all the talking. When did Jackson become so forthright? So possessive? Why did I love it so much?

“Okay,” I whispered.

His lips curled into something wicked. “That’s the last thing I want to hear from you that isn’t a moan. Or my name. As you come.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“You know …” His voice dropped. “I can still smell you on my fingers.”

I gulped, offering a gentle “Mm-hm” in response.

“Fuck, Pyro.” He exhaled slowly, like he was holding onto his last shred of self-control. “I want to bathe in you.”

My thighs squeezed together, but it did nothing. If anything, the pressure only heightened the unbearable heat pulsing between my legs.

“I want to eat you out so thoroughly that I’ll smell you on my face for days.”

I whimpered again, shifting restlessly on the bed.

“The second I stop smelling you,” he continued, his voice nothing but raw hunger, “I’ll come back for more.”

My thighs were shaking, and I clamped them shut. I hadn’t even touched myself yet, but I felt like a short fuse, ready to explode any minute. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself.

“Are you getting hot, Pyro?” Jackson’s voice was low and taunting. “I can see you squirming.” Apparently, I wasn’t moving subtly enough. I nodded, whimpering slightly. “Bet you’re thinking about earlier when my tongue was inside you. Or maybe it was when I sucked on your clit. I know that drives you crazy, doesn’t it.”

It did. I was usually the one in control, telling Jackson exactly what I wanted, guiding him, directing him. This time, I had none. This time, he owned everything.

I leaned back on my hands, my body burning with need, and locked eyes with the camera, forcing myself to focus. Unlike how he could see all of me, I could only see his face-shrouded in darkness, barely illuminated by the faint glow of his room.

He didn’t want me to see him.

Not yet, at least.

“Take your shirt off,” he ordered, his voice rough, commanding. “Show me your tits.”

Like I’d ever ignore a request like that.

I tossed my nightshirt and bottoms to the floor, and my skin instantly prickled with the cool air. I pushed my shoulders back, ensuring Jackson got the best possible view of my bare chest on the screen.

His breath hitched.

“Play with your nipples, Thea,” he rasped. “Make yourself moan from your own touch.”

A slow shiver rolled through me as I skimmed my fingers across my breasts and pretended it was Jackson touching me. “You feel so good, baby,” he said in this deep tone that sent pleasure straight to my core. “Flick your nipples. Pretend it’s my tongue.”

I obeyed without hesitation, rolling my fingers over the hardened peaks, imagining the slide of his mouth, the rough scrape of his teeth.

“Now pinch.”

I gasped, my back arching, pleasure sparking through my veins.

I squeezed my thighs in frustration and instinctively dropped my hand, seeking relief.

“Not yet,” Jackson warned, his voice sharp, filled with promise. “If you disobey me, I’ll be in there in a heartbeat, and you won’t get to come.”

My breath came fast. “But I’m horny,” I hissed.

“I’m aware. Your pussy is glistening against the light. You’re so wet at the mere thought of my cock, aren’t you?”

Was I?

“Show me.”

That made me pause. “Show you?”

“Yes.” The command was firm. “Sit up, open your legs, and show me just how wet you are.”

My body trembled at his words.

Could I do this?

Yes.

My skin prickled as I eased myself into a sitting position, but even then, my thighs remained pressed together, Jackson’s intense gaze daring me to give in and do as he commanded.

“Open them.”

I wasn’t sure if it was a reminder or a test, but either way, I was going to do it. Sucking in a breath, I slowly spread my legs, my entire body burning with anticipation.

Cool air hit my exposed skin, sending a wave of shivers through me.

Jackson groaned, a sound so primal it sent another wave of anticipation through me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice almost reverent. “You look fucking phenomenal.”

I bit my lip, my chest rising and falling quickly. No matter how many times he praised me, it always made me shudder.

“I can’t wait to sink inside you again,” he groaned. “To feel you gripping me, taking every inch.”

I whimpered, my hips jerking forward.

“Fuck your fingers,” he commanded.

Without hesitation, I dipped my fingers lower, sliding them to my center, and my back arched at the instant relief.

“Don’t touch your clit.”

I shuddered, grinding on my fingers, the pleasure so intense it nearly knocked the breath from my lungs.

“That’s it. Ride your hand.”

My hips moved on their own, finding a rhythm that made my body hum.

“Mmm. I can’t wait to eat that pretty little pussy of yours again,” he rasped, making my pussy clench, my body reacting to every filthy promise he made.

“To roll your clit against my tongue … to taste you.”

I didn’t speak, I couldn’t. I was too focused, too lost in the pleasure and furiously working my hand harder, chasing that high.

My wrist ached, my body tensed; I was close to coming, but I didn’t want it to end. Jackson needed to tell me when.

“Take your fingers out of your pussy.”

I whimpered, my body slumping against the mattress as I did what I was told. So close. I was so close. My fingers teased against my center, tapping lightly to keep the spark alive.

“Put them in your mouth.”

I froze.

“My fingers?” My eyes flew open, and I couldn’t stop staring at the sight on my screen. Jackson was furiously stroking his cock, his jaw tight, his muscles tense. Every part of me screamed to get up, run to his room, and take what we both so clearly wanted.

But I didn’t.

“Yes. Your fingers. Taste yourself, and suck them like it’s my cock.”

A fresh wave of arousal flooded through me at the thought. Slowly, I lifted my hand, my fingers glistening in the dim light, and I slipped them between my lips. A tangy, earthy taste spread over my tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant, more intimate. This was what he tasted when he ate me out.

Jackson let out a guttural groan. “You taste so fucking good, don’t you, baby?”

I hummed around my fingers, dragging them out of my mouth before slipping them back in, sucking lightly.

Jackson’s breath hitched. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice dark with approval. “Now put them back inside yourself.”

I had never done something like this before. It felt primal, feral, and just a little bit wrong.

And yet, it was so fucking hot knowing he was watching me like this.

My fingers slid back inside, my body pulsing, clenching, and my thighs trembling as the tension built.

“Play with your clit.”

I brought my other hand to my clit and rolled my fingers over it, my head tipping back at how good it felt.

I was close.

So close.

But I was waiting for Jackson to let me.

“You’re right there, aren’t you?” His voice was low, dripping with heat. “I can tell.” I was barely paying attention to his words, too lost in the high I was chasing to care. “I am too. Wish I was coming all over your tits, though.”

My whole body clenched, teetering on the edge from his words. Pleasure spiked through me like lightning, my muscles taut, my mind blank.

There was no way I could hold back anymore.

“Fuck, Pyro. Come.”

The second the words left his mouth, I let go. Ecstasy crashed over me, rippling through every nerve as I fucked myself through it, my body writhing, my breath ragged.

It felt so good.

Too good.

I collapsed backward, unable to hold myself up, my limbs heavy, my skin burning.

Jackson groaned, his breath coming fast and sharp. “Fuck, that was awesome.”

I lifted my head just enough to glance at my phone screen. He looked just as wrecked as I felt. I couldn’t talk, let alone string a coherent sentence together. It was too good.

“Get some sleep, Pyro,” he said, still catching his breath. “We’ll tell him in the morning.”

The morning.

That wasn’t long.

I let out a soft sigh, sinking deeper into the mattress. “Goodnight, Baseball Cap.”

“Night, Pyro.”

Reaching for my phone, I turned off the call, pulled out my earbuds, and set them aside.

I was too spent to find my pajamas, so I just rolled onto my side, tugged the covers over me, and let sleep claim me before falling into one of the best sleeps of my life.