Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,32
a vibrator?”
“Uh…” She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. “I hadn’t gotten that far yet. I would have grabbed a vibrator eventually,” she confessed.
“Good point. It had only been thirty seconds. Just long enough for you to yank off your panties and run your fingers through your folds.”
God, he’s good. “Yes.” Is he psychic?
“Do you always wear panties?”
“Yes.” The only times she’d gone without had been Friday night when she’d given them to him outside the bar and Saturday night when she’d gone to his house without them under her jeans. She even slept in panties…except the two nights she’d slept with him.
His voice dropped and she thought he leaned forward. “Can you make yourself come with your fingers alone?”
“Not likely.” But as horny as she was, maybe she was wrong. Maybe she could come from finger stimulation.
“Let’s try. Touch yourself, baby girl. Stroke your fingers through your pussy.”
She was trembling as she followed his directions, and moaned the moment her fingers dragged through her folds.
“Are you wet, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Use that to play with your clit. Don’t be gentle. I don’t want you to drag this out. I want you to come hard and fast. Flick your clit rapidly and then pinch it.”
She closed her eyes and did as he instructed, not wanting to watch him watching her.
“That’s a good girl. Move faster. Thrust three fingers from your other hand into your cunt while you continue tormenting your clit.”
She obeyed him again, unable to do otherwise. She sucked in a breath at the stretch from her fingers buried deep inside her. Her other hand worked furiously as her clit throbbed and swelled.
“Thrust your fingers, baby girl. Don’t worry about the phone. I can hear you if it falls.”
She stiffened her legs as she plunged her fingers in and out of her sopping wet channel. She was painfully close already. She sucked in a breath and held it, trying to keep from coming so fast.
“Don’t hold back, Libby,” he demanded. “Come for me. Do it now.”
As if her pussy followed orders only from him, she came, the rush of her orgasm slamming to the surface so fast she gasped. It wasn’t enough. It left her panting with need.
“God, you’re gorgeous. Do you feel better?”
“Not really, Sir,” she admitted.
He smirked. “I bet your pussy is pulsing with the need for my cock.”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her legs were shaking as she met his gaze on the screen.
“Good. I didn’t want that orgasm to be very satisfying, you naughty girl. Now, stop touching yourself. Keep your greedy fingers away from your pussy for the rest of the day. If you’re a good girl later, maybe I’ll let you come again tonight.”
She swallowed, embarrassed and intrigued and excited and nervous.
“I gotta get back to work. Find something to keep yourself busy, little one. Spend the day in a T-shirt and no panties, but keep your hands above your waist. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, already shuddering at the thought.
“Wear a skirt or a dress tonight. No panties.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “See you at seven.” And then he ended the call.
She was left staring at the screen, wondering how the hell he’d just hijacked not only her orgasm but her entire day. If she spent the day in nothing but a T-shirt, she wouldn’t be able to get him out of her mind.
But he knew that.
He was a devious Dom.
Chapter 12
Jason had a hell of a time concentrating the entire day. He’d been shocked by how easily he’d guessed that Libby was masturbating and then how quickly he’d managed to control her orgasm over the phone. Sexy as fuck.
His dick had been hard all day too, and he’d denied it just as he’d denied her. He couldn’t wait to be inside her later tonight, but in the meantime, he imposed his no-masturbating rule on himself, too.
After the hot-as-fuck phone sex though, he couldn’t get Libby out of his mind. He really liked her. Even though they’d spent a good portion of their time together so far having sex, his gut told him they were compatible, not just in bed, but in life.
Granted, he’d thought the same thing once before with Veronica, and she’d burned him and left the scars behind. He’d spent the last three years trying to get on with his life. It didn’t help that Libby had such a strange relationship with her parents, especially her mother. It made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck every time he remembered