Can you talk?
Yep. Call me.
My bedroom door was shut, and my phone on vibrate, so it wouldn’t bother anyone else. I picked up on the first buzz.
All desire for serious conversation flew out of my head when he greeted me with, “Hope you’re up for this. Because I’m ready to let you watch.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Hang on,” I whispered.
The idea of doing this in my childhood bedroom was even dirtier, but I didn’t protest. Instead, I locked the door then tiptoed back to bed. It seemed unlikely that Mom or Dad would come for a midnight chat, but I’d rather not risk it. Once I was settled, I picked the phone up.
“Still there?”
“Count on it.” His voice in my ear was delicious. Hard to believe we were a thousand miles apart.
“I’ve never done anything like this, so—”
“You just need to install an app. I did some checking and this is the safest. Not that I think you’d turn me into online p**n .”
“If you’re nervous, we can just talk.” I didn’t even mean phone sex.
“It’s fine. I want to. I miss you. I’ll text you my account info and you can call me once you get set up.”
“Okay. Talk to you soon.”
I found the app fast, and thankfully, my parents had used the same Wi-Fi password for years. There was essentially no internet on my cell otherwise, and I had only one bar for voice calls. Once I got connected, it didn’t take long to get the software downloaded and installed, then I just had to create an account. While I was doing that, Ty sent his username. I added him as a contact and waited for him to validate. Five minutes later, I clicked the video chat button and waited for him to pick up.
There you are.
I recognized his bedroom right off, but I was more focused on the bashful half smile he was wearing and the shirt he wasn’t. “Hey, you.”
“The things I do for you,” he murmured.
“I’m not sure how this is supposed to go. It sounds hot, but I’ve never—”
“Just tell me what you want to see.”
My breath stuttered as a hot flush washed through me. Yeah, I liked that idea. My voice came out husky. “Sit down. Take your pants off. Show me how you do it when I’m not around.”
“When I’m thinking about you?”
“I hope so.”
“Lately, that’s always,” he said huskily.
This was working for me in a big way, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. “I may play, too, but the camera on my phone isn’t very good.”
“Your face is enough. Just let me see what you’re feeling.”
This face, you show me everything.
“Definitely.”
He moved, stripping like I’d asked and for a few seconds, he was out of sight, and then he settled in bed. The lights were dim enough that it was shadowed and sexy, but I could still see him. I wasn’t sure how it looked on my end, but he was fully, gorgeously on display. No question at all that he was into this. His c**k was long and hard, jutting toward his stomach. Licking my lips, I admired the lean slope of his abs and the taut muscles of his splayed thighs.
“How’s that?” he asked, low.
“Mouthwatering.”
A little growl escaped him as he squirted some lotion into his palm and went to work with his fist, showing me exactly how he handled things without me. Ty was quick and rough, no finesse, no preliminaries. He was almost completely silent, too, just the jagged gust of his quickening breaths. I wanted to talk, but I was afraid it would distract him, and anything I said might sound scripted.
“Nadia,” he whispered. “Is this good?”
I realized he needed encouragement; this was about mutual pleasure, not anonymous voyeurism. “Really hot. I’m...I’m joining you.”
He moaned then, increasing his speed. His fist pumped faster, and the camera showed me each arch and flex, the way his thighs tensed. Ty clenched his jaw and his head fell back, as I slipped a hand into my panties. With the other, I held on to the phone, not wanting to miss a glimpse. My breath quickened; I was already wet, aching for an orgasm. Gently, quickly, I tapped against my clit, seeing how my arousal affected him. Ty’s hand was moving faster now. So was mine.
“Want you so bad, it’s nuts.”
“Do you like me watching you?”
“Yeah.” The answer was ragged, drawn into a moan.
“I need you to come, so I can. I need to see it.”
The words sparked through him like electricity—and there were slick sounds, like actual f**king, as he pumped harder, growling with each tug. When he let go, spurting on his belly, he was panting and staring directly at me, a thousand times hotter than I could’ve imagined. I pinched my clit and orgasmed.
With a groan, he fell back onto the bed, so I could see only part of him, but could still hear his voice. “Damn. That’s the best sex I ever had with myself.”
“Hey, I did my part.”
“No joke. God, I miss you.”
“Me, too. But we have your December surprise ahead. I’m looking forward to it.”
“You’re Ms. Brightside, huh? If it’s raining, it’s good for the grass. If someone steals your wallet, then he was probably starving and needs the money more than you do.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I mumbled. But it was true that I was prone to searching for silver linings.
“Whereas my glass is permanently half-empty. But I’m feeling too good to complain about how the world’s a cesspool tonight. I think I’ll stare at you, instead.” He shifted enough so I could see his face, too.
“Seems like a reasonable plan. But Sam will be— Oh. This is your weekend off. No early-morning wake-up call. So you can stay up as late as you want.”
“Yeah. So I was kind of hoping you’d talk to me for a while.”
“What about?”
“I don’t care. This is the closest I’m getting to alone time with you for another month, and honestly, I just want to hear your voice.”
Oh, God. I melted all over my sheets. But I was self-conscious, too. You know how there’s always an annoying relative at family reunions and he’s like, I hear you’re funny, Nadia, so tell me a joke. Then you forget all the humor you ever knew. That was how I felt right then.
“And she stops talking immediately. Too much?”
“No, I just blanked, I guess. I could tell you about the kids in my practicum.”