Page 37 of Pucking Around

I rush to comply, loving the feel of taking orders from him. My fingers sink inside my tight wet center, and I let my thumb rub little circles on my clit. “Oh god,” I whimper. “Jake, are you hard for me?”

“As fucking steel, baby. You have no idea.”

I suck in a breath, feeling that glorious spiral of a looming orgasm low in my gut. That warm feeling is spreading. “I’m close,” I pant. “Get your cock out. Come with me.”

He groans again. I can’t even see him at this angle, but I can hear him, I can hear his want for me. “Do you have a vibe? Not that tentacle thing. You’re not using that unless I’m there to hold it for you.”

I gasp, my fingers stilling inside me. “He told you about that?”

“Of course, he told me,” he says with a low laugh. “But can we not talk about Cay while I’ve got my hand on my dick? Get a vibrator. I wanna watch you ride a toy and pretend its me.”

I roll over, opening the drawer of my bedside table. I pull out my trusty pink vibe with a clit stimulator. The thing comes with like fifteen settings, but I only like one. High voltage buzz. Ruins me every time. I hold it up for him and smile, turning it on.

“Oh, fuck yes. Put it in nice and slow. Ride it for me and let me watch. Fuck—I’m so fucking close. Gonna come in this shitty fucking bathroom watching you shatter, baby.”

I slip it in, adjusting it on my clit with a soft gasp. It vibes so good, hitting me inside and out. I move the camera angle so he can watch as I give the toy a few little wiggles, my hips arching.

“Oh god—I’m so close, Jake,” I whisper.

“So am I. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. Come for me, baby girl.”

Between his voice and the vibrations, I crest my high so hard and so fast. I come apart, crying out for him, convulsing with each wave of my orgasm. I clench around the toy, strangling it with my pussy, as it buzzes against my clit. I’m hot all over and then I’m shaking, jerking it loose and tossing it on the bed next to me.

I sink back against the pillows, flipping the camera to look at him. He’s breathing hard too, his eyes glassy. We came together. Even through the phone, our bodies are so in sync with each other. We may be separated by circumstance, but this man holds a piece of my soul.

I lick my parched lips, waiting for him to look up at me. When he does, I see the relaxation there. “Better?” I murmur.

“Much,” he replies.

“I can’t offer you more right now, Jake.”

He nods. “I know.”

“But at least you got to say goodbye.”

“That was a goodbye to who we were in Seattle. Two strangers lost and alone.” He looks straight at me, his eyes burning with intensity. “But we’re not strangers anymore. My name is Jake Compton, and I’m the starting defenseman for the Jacksonville Rays. I like sushi and the color blue, and I drink my coffee black. I have a twin sister, and I hate all flavors of sparkling water. And I am not goinganywhere,Rachel.”

“Jake…”

“You give me a chance, and I’ll be so damn good to you. I’ll treat you so right, baby. You’re it for me.”

I sit up, eyes wide. “Jake—what?”

He chuckles. “Easy, I’m not out here about to propose. I’m notthatcrazy. I’m just saying I’m in. You want a friend, you got one. A boyfriend, great. A fuck buddy, I’m there. You just name the time and the place. Because we arenotstrangers, Rachel. And I refuse to act like it. I’m not gonna tiptoe around my life pretending you’re not in it when you are. And if you don’t like it then…well that’s just too damn bad. You made a choice for both of us in Seattle, now I’m making this choice.”

I smile, settling back against the pillows. “Relax, Jake. I like it too. We’re friends.”

He raises a dark brow. “With benefits?”

I purse my lips. “Friends.”

“Right, friends working on the conditions of their friendship, to include a provision about benefits.”

I laugh, rolling my eyes. “You better get back to your table.”

“I guarantee you they left without me. I bet they think I ducked out to avoid paying the bill.”

Just then I hear a thundering pound at the door. “Jake! Jeez, man, you die in there?”