By the time I turn my attention back to the phone, he’s stripped out of his shirt and sits against the headboard of his hotel bed. Arousal coils within me as his shoulder flexes, arm moving suggestively out of frame.
“Are you starting without me?”
“Just taking off the edge. You know it only takes the thought of you to get me hard enough to drill through a wall. Did you get a toy?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t decide.”
I hold up the vibrator we picked out together earlier in the month for Valentine’s Day. It has an app that he can control on his phone. In my other hand, I have a soft purple and pink silicone dildo I bought from an online boutique I discovered on social media.
His gaze brims with lust. “Your pretty little pussy wants to be filled up with my cock, doesn’t it?”
My core clenches with desire. Releasing a thick breath, I nod. He groans, arm flexing at the edge of the frame again while his grip on his shaft tightens.
“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”
“Not as sexy as I’ll be riding you.”
He forces out a ragged breath. “Yeah? Show me, baby. I want to see all of you.”
It takes a moment to get set up. Rather than lay down on the bed, I prop the phone on the pillows to get the right angle to look like I’m straddling Easton’s waist when I fuck myself with the dildo.
I want to be hands free to use the vibrator, so I grab a heavy glass jar with a flat lid that I use for storage on my desk. It’s short enough that when I stick the dildo’s suction cup to the top, it brings it to the right height to make it easier for me to ride it while he watches. I tested the toy this way once before and it works out nicely to keep it in place, allowing me to move how I want.
When I’m ready, I climb onto the mattress.
He’s speechless for a moment, staring at every inch of me. His stare stops on my chest.
“If I was there, I’d be all over those tits.”
I trace a nipple, teasing it until it hardens. Closing my eyes, I picture how it feels when his mouth is on me.
“Now move your hand down. Slowly,” he corrects when I go too fast. “That’s it. I want to get you shivering before I touch your pussy.”
My stomach dips and a rush of hot and cold tingles race across my skin when I caress myself. “It’s working.”
He chuckles when I try to dip my fingers between my thighs before he directs me to. “Not yet. I’m the one making you feel good, remember?”
A small frustrated noise escapes me, but I let him set the pace. Each caress to erogenous spots of my body ignites sparks of desire until I’m warm all over.
“Tell me what you want.”
My stomach clenches while I trace patterns on my inner thigh. I move higher, stopping short of where I’m throbbing.
“I need you here.”
He makes me wait a torturous beat. “Now let me take care of you, baby. I’m going to play with your clit just how you like it.”
A needy sound escapes me the moment I graze my fingers over my folds and find my clit. The fantasy we’re creating becomes my reality when I close my eyes, picturing Easton kneeling behind me, callused fingers rubbing between my legs while the heat of his hard body presses to my back.
“Tell me how it feels when I touch you.”
Air rushes past my lips. “Good. So good.”
“Get the vibrator,” he rasps.
My insides tangle in a knot of arousal as I press it against my clit with a gasp. The pulsing sensation feels incredible, and I have no idea when he’s going to change it up on me. He watches my reactions intently, teasing me with light spikes in the vibrating speed.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Really nice.”
“But we’re not done yet. You need to be filled up.”
I gulp. When his voice gets all gritty and commanding like that, it gets me so hot.
A tremor moves through me as I position myself over the dildo. At first, I glide the head against my folds, testing the stretch of my body as I begin to drop to let it penetrate me. I’m so wet already, it slips right in. My head drops back with a breathless moan.
“Sink that pussy down my cock. Take every inch.” His chin dips and I faintly hear the slap of skin on skin while he jerks off. “Ride me, Maya.”
“Fuck.” I gasp at the stretch, circling my hips until I feel so full. Normally I use lube with this toy, but I’m so turned on I’m dripping, thighs slick. “Oh god.”
“Look at you,” he praises. “So fucking gorgeous riding my cock. So damn perfect for me.”
My lips part as the vibrations of the toy steadily increase, as if he’s circling his thumb across the app’s controls. His gaze sears into me while I fuck the toy I’m pretending is him.
“Harder. I love watching your tits bounce.” A note of desperation creeps into his tone as he gets closer to finishing.
I rise up on my knees and sink back down at a faster pace, releasing soft noises of pleasure. The closer I get to the brink of coming, the more he increases the strength of the pulsing toy pressed to my clit.
The vibration pattern changes again just as I’m about to reach my orgasm. My pussy squeezes the dildo and I move my hips faster, chasing what I need.
“Easton,” I whimper. “Please. I’m so close.”
“You ready to come for me?”
“Yes.”
The vibrator pulses, hitting my clit with powerful stimulation that leaves me breathless. My mouth drops open as I reach the cliff and begin to tip over into oblivion.
“Scream my name, baby.”
“Easton! Easton!”
I don’t care if my cries wake the entire building because the orgasm that crashes over me takes over every one of my senses, overwhelming me with pleasure. My lashes flutter, body still grinding on the toy as I watch his movements stutter.
“Fuck.” He chokes out the word as his features twist in ecstasy while he comes. “Oh—fuck, baby.”
It takes both of us a minute to recover. I’m still moving my hips in tiny motions, getting hit with jolts of pleasure from the vibrator when he triggers it from the app. He watches me, the corner of his mouth lifting in satisfaction when I shake apart again with a strangled moan.
“So damn pretty when you come,” he murmurs. “How do you feel?”
“Better. Very relaxed.” I shift around, stretching out on the bed and holding the phone up. “Still wish you were here for the real deal.”
He chuckles and cleans up with a tissue. “Me too. Are you tired?”
I hum, struggling to keep my eyes open. My limbs feel heavy as I finally allow myself to slow down.
“Get some rest. I—” He cuts off, looking up sharply with a caught out expression. “You’re back.”
“Your dick is out,” Cameron states the obvious off screen.
I bury a snicker into the pillow, reaching for his t-shirt I claimed for myself before I wipe everything down and put it away.
Easton clears his throat, keeping the phone angled to himself as he tucks himself away. “I’m going to shower real quick.” He pauses in the door to the bathroom to face his friend. “What did the doctor say?”
“It’s not as bad as they were worried about. I have to rest it, but it should be all good.”
Relief crosses Easton’s face. “Good.”
He ducks into the bathroom, starting the water in the shower stall without ending the call. When he turns his attention back to me, I’m tucked beneath the covers with a soft smile from watching him.
“I’m glad Cam’s okay,” I say.
He nods with a reassured sigh. “Yeah, me too. We’re too close to the end of our season to suffer any bad injuries.”
“Go shower. I’m sleepy.”
The corners of his eyes crinkle. “Sorry, am I keeping you up?”
“Mm, you could if I get the vibrator back out. You could keep me up all night while you shower.”
He braces an arm against the wall, covering his face. “God, Maya, you drive me so crazy. You’re going to make me hard again.” A rough, sexy laugh escapes him. “You need to rest. I can see you’re about to pass out any second because you’ve worked yourself to the point of exhaustion.”
I nod, fighting a yawn.
“See? That’s not good. But tomorrow, I want you to stay in bed and play with yourself all day. No working. Deal?”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
He smirks. “That’s my girl.” He’s quiet for a beat, eyes bouncing between mine. “I’ll see you soon. I—”
“I know,” I say in a rush, unable to contain my affectionate smile.
His mouth tugs into the crooked grin that’s captured my whole heart. “I’m gonna say it anyway because I want to. I never want you to doubt it or go without hearing that I love you.”
The warmest glow swells to fill my chest as his words envelop me.
“I love you,” I murmur.
His blue eyes soften with tender adoration. “Everything will be okay. Goodnight.”
