Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,31
in his bedroom.
Chapter 11
It was Wednesday morning before Libby got a text from Jason. Granted, she’d told him she had to work nearly nonstop until then, but she’d found herself checking her phone every chance she got for those two days. Except for the single rose she’s received on Monday morning, she’d had no contact with him. It was sweet of him to think of her though. It brightened her day.
Meanwhile, her mother had called four times and left messages to ask how her date with Eddie had gone and when she was planning to see him again. Libby’s saving grace was the fact that she could let her mother’s calls go to voicemail pretty often and then blame her inattentiveness on her flight schedule.
Libby was still in bed, but she snatched up her phone from the nightstand the moment the text came through.
Hey, baby girl. I assume you made it home okay last night. I was thinking about you.
She breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t need to know how anxious she’d been to hear from him.
I did. Thank you for asking. I got home after midnight. I’m still lying in bed.
I like the visual. Can I interest you in a real date tonight? One that involves dinner at a restaurant?
She smiled broadly as she texted him back.
Sounds great.
Good. Text me your address. I’ll pick you up at seven. No panties.
She nearly dropped the phone on her chest when she read those last two words. Her body responded too, shooting from zero to ten on the arousal scale in seconds.
Libby had never considered herself a sex fiend. Not until she’d met Jason anyway. Starting six months ago, she’d found herself masturbating with far more frequency. It became second nature for her to close her eyes and slide into an imaginary world where Jason hovered over her, dominating her so deliciously that she’d been able to come within minutes every time.
Since their date Saturday night that led into half of Sunday, she’d had even more material to work with.
Now, she dropped the phone at her side and wiggled out of her panties. What better way to start the day than to obey his command immediately while also taking care of her pulsing desire?
Seconds after swirling her fingers around her clit, her phone pinged again. She considered ignoring it but didn’t want to miss another text from Jason, so she reluctantly stopped touching herself to reach for the phone.
Before she had a chance to see the text, it rang in her hand. Incoming call from Jason. She flushed, feeling as though he’d caught her masturbating when he couldn’t possibly know that. Her fingers were shaking as she answered. “Hey.” Her voice was too deep. She cleared her throat.
“Hey, yourself,” he responded, chuckling. “Busy?”
“Uh… No?”
“Is that a question?”
“No. I mean I’m not busy. I’m not even up yet.”
“You mentioned that, and then you didn’t respond to my last text, so I thought maybe you’d decided to masturbate.”
She sucked in a breath, shocked by his bluntness. What the hell am I supposed to say in response?
“I was right, wasn’t I?”
She cringed. How the hell was I caught touching myself by someone who isn’t in the house? “Maybe?”
He laughed. “Maybe? Are you wearing panties?”
“No. I was. But no. Now I’m not.”
“Were your fingers touching your pussy when I called?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“That’s kind of the definition of masturbating, little one.”
Her face heated as she bit into her lip. The phone vibrated a second later, indicating Jason wanted to switch to FaceTime. She nearly died as she accepted the new connection. Her hands were shaking as she held the phone up.
“Hey,” he said softly, smirking.
“Hey,” she repeated yet again.
“Your cheeks are red.”
“Are they?” She licked her lips. Her body was trembling for reasons she couldn’t understand.
“Definitely. Lift your knees, spread them wide, and prop the phone against your thigh so I can watch your face while you masturbate.”
She stopped breathing. “Uh…”
“Do it, baby. You wanted to come. I want to watch.”
She slowly lifted her knees, leaving the covers over her so that they pulled tight between her thighs. It was easy to set the phone down between her legs, leaning it against the blanket. It was angled just right to include her face. She was breathing heavily. “Not sure I can do this, Jason.”
He smiled. “I know you can. Forget I’m watching. You can even close your eyes if you want. Fuck your pretty little pussy for me. Were you going to use your fingers or