Page 25 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Him

My fingers tremble as I type and delete a response multiple times. I have no idea why. I’m not nervous, I’m just… fuck, I don’t even know.

What the hell am I supposed to say to that?

“A virgin?” I growl. “She’s a virgin?” I run my hand through my hair and drop my phone to the bed, ignoring how hard my dick is. I don’t think I’ve popped a boner this quick since I was twelve and saw the neighbor’s fake tits through her window while she was changing.

Glancing at my phone, I make a decision. May be rash, but fuck it.

I pick up my phone, close the app and pull up the dial pad, typing in her number that I’ve been reciting in my head for no reason other than I’m a sick fuck. I hit the call button.

It rings once, twice… and then I hear the sweetest voice in existence.

“Hello?”

“Little dove,” I rumble into the receiver, sure to keep my voice low and as controlled as possible, even though I feel like I’m going to lose it any second. “If I find out you’re lying to me…”

“I’m not,” she responds quickly, breathlessly.

I groan and run a hand down my face. She can’t be serious.

“You are a dream come true, you know that?” She doesn’t answer. “Answer me when I speak to you, Sailor.”

The smallest gasp sounds in my ear, and I grin.

“H-how do you know my name?” she asks softly.

“I told you. I know everything about you. Does that scare you?”

“No, it…” There’s a pause, and I let her get her thoughts together. “I like it.”

“Why?”

I enjoy toying with her, making her uncomfortable. I love it even more because she’ll do as I ask. She’ll answer the questions, even if she doesn’t want to, and then she’ll like it.

I want to be the only one who knows these things about her. I want all of her thoughts, all of her everything.

“Because I feel like you won’t let anything happen to me, that you won’t hurt me. I know that’s weird, but—”

“I won’t,” I add. “Ever.”

The way I feel so possessive and protective over this girl is strange.

“It’s weird,” she repeats. She’s looking for confirmation.

“It’s weird,” I assure her.

“I can’t explain any of this.”

“Neither can I, but not everything in life needs an explanation.”

“Will you ever let me see your face?”

I chuckle and it comes out raspy. “One day.”

I have no problem with her seeing my face, and the only thing stopping me is her. Feeding into her fantasies makes me so fucking hard. Knowing it turns her on to not know who I am is enough to hide my face from her forever.

Fuck, I’ll marry this girl in a mask if I have to. Whatever keeps her wet and wanting. This girl craves me, my words, and that is a power I don’t want to let go of.

“Does it bother you?” she asks after a moment of silence.

“What?” I ask, putting the phone on speaker and dropping it onto the bed so I can get undressed.

“Me being a virgin.”

I huff out a laugh and tug my shirt off as I kick my sweats down. I snatch up the phone as I climb into bed.

“Are you kidding? Isn’t that every man’s dream?”

“I don’t know. Is it?”

I toss the sheets over me and place the phone on my chest as I stare at the ceiling, resting my hands behind my head.

“Not every man, I’m sure. There are plenty who want women that are experienced and know what they’re doing.”

“You don’t care about that?”

“I like knowing I’ll be the only one inside of you.”

“I like when you say things like that,” she whispers, and I hold in the groan.

Keep it together.

“You’re different tonight.”

“I am,” she admits.

“You aren’t denying it?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Tonight was the first night in a long time that I was honest and true to myself. I stood up for myself in a situation that had been eating at me for weeks, and it feels good. I feel good.”

Baby, I could make you feel even better.

“Lies are for the weak. Honesty is everything.” Words I will take to my damn grave and shout in the afterlife. Words I fucking live by.

“Will you always be honest with me?” she asks.

Fuck, her sweetness and innocence…

“Yes.”

She laughs softly. “You won’t ask the same of me?”

“I already know the answer.”

“None of this makes sense,” she says, blowing out a breath.

“None of this makes sense,” I repeat. “Tell me why you haven’t blocked me yet.”

“You make me feel good.”

I could make you feel better.

“Has anyone ever made you come?” I question, the ache in my dick begging me to touch it.

“No.”

This time I can’t stop the groan that comes out, even though I’m clenching my teeth. “Have you at least done it yourself?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I want you to do that now. For me.”

“Okay…”

There’s some shuffling on the other end of the phone and I preen over how well she listens, at how I know without a doubt she’s doing exactly as I asked. Unlike that brainless bimbo who couldn’t follow directions to get out of a paper bag.

“Are you wet?” I ask her, my cock throbbing.

“Mhmm.”

I throw the blankets off me and shove my boxer briefs down to free my cock. The cool air hits my hot skin and my dick twitches, eager to be touched. I wrap my hand around it and stroke, all the way from my balls to the very tip.

“Have you ever touched a cock before?”

“No,” she answers. “Will you show me how?”

“Fuck yes I will. Tell me, are you a good student?”

“Yes, but I learn best when it’s hands on.”

“That’s the only way to teach this subject. Though, it’s not just hands on, little dove. You’ll be using your mouth and your pussy. And when you graduate, you’ll be using the other hole too.” She whimpers quietly and my dick pulses. “Put the phone near your pussy and let me listen.”

She doesn’t hesitate, and fuck, that’s so goddamn hot I almost explode right here and now.

There’s some shuffling, and the wet sounds of her fingers on her pussy echo through the phone. I stroke faster, gripping tighter.

“Will you be gentle the first time?”

“No, I won’t,” I answer honestly, already feeling the tell-tale signs of an orgasm.

“But you don’t want me to be. You want me to be rough and harsh.

You want to feel all of it, and you want to feel it good.

Tell me I’m mistaken.” She’s silent, but her breathing increases, growing more rapid and shallow.

“The first time I take you, it’ll be how I want, so you better prepare yourself. ”

“When?” she breathes out.

“When what?”

“The first time. When?” She whimpers again, and I close my eyes, replaying the sound in my head.

Fuck. I’m so close.

“Soon, little dove. I can’t take this much longer, but I love watching you from a distance too much.”

“You don’t have to stop that.”

“Once you see me, this won’t be the same.”

“I won’t look. I don’t want to.”

“Are you close?” I ask. I will not last much longer.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Me too, little dove. I’m stroking my dick so fucking fast thinking about your tight pussy wrapped around me.

I’m going to come in you, you know that?

I want every last drop deep inside that little pussy of yours so you can think about me after, when it’s dripping out of you.

I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for days.

You won’t be able to get me out of your pretty little head. How does that sound?”

“So, so good,” she moans.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I rasp.

She whimpers again, and it trails off into a moan, long and low. “Oh… oh my god, I’m coming!” she says into the phone the second the first rope of cum hits my stomach. Her moans are like music to my ears, pulling every last drop from my balls.

The only sound to be heard for the next few minutes is us catching our breath. I swear I can even hear her heart thundering to the same beat as mine.

“I’m glad you called,” she whispers.

“You didn’t ask how I got your number.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just remember I have yours now too.” I huff out a laugh. “Good night, JT.”

“Night, LD. Sweet dreams.”