Chapter 18

I’ll call you

 

“You’re leaving? But…”

Nick had walked me straight into my apartment, kissed the ever-loving hell out of me until I’d lost my mind and was so turned on I was rubbing myself against his erection. I’d finally gotten a handful of it at the restaurant, and since then all I could think about was touching it without the fabric stopping me from skin-on-skin contact.

“I want you to do me a favor,” he told me, pulling back.

“Uh-huh.”

“It takes me twenty minutes to get home,” he informed me of something I already knew. “I want you to take a shower, slip into bed, and wait for me to call. Can you do that for me?”

I was confused why he’d want me to take a shower, but the hopeful way he looked at me had me agreeing.

“Um. Yeah.”

“Good. Twenty minutes. I’ll call you as soon as I walk in.”

With a too-short kiss, he was out the door, leaving me standing with my forehead against the cool wood wondering what he was planning.

I rushed through a shower, grabbed PJ’s, and hopped into bed. The wait was excruciating – longest twenty minutes of my life.

When my phone finally rang, I fell out of bed reaching it for it; I was so excited.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Red. Did you do as I asked?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Are you in bed?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Wearing?” I didn’t understand the question. Did he want to know what color my panties were or if I was wearing PJs?

“Yeah, babe. Wearing. There’s no right or wrong answer. I just need to know where to start,” he chuckled.

“Start?”

What the hell was he talking about?

“Meadow. Answer my question. After your shower what did you put on before you got into bed?”

“Oh, my PJs. A t-shirt and shorts,” I finally answered, still unsure what my choice of clothing had to do with anything.

“Are you wearing a bra?”

I nearly swallowed my tongue at his question.

“No.”

“Good. Now I want you to lie back and relax. Remember what I said to you tonight before dinner?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Remember I told you I’d be sitting across from you with my dick hard, thinking about what was under your dress? And before we left, I got my first taste of your beautiful tits?”

Holy sweet baby Jesus… was he… were we…

“Yeah.”

“You have no idea how hard it was to walk out the door and not waste showing you off in that pretty dress. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to march us down the hall and taste you all over. When you told me you were thinking about touching my dick and sucking me off, I nearly came in my pants. The thought of my cock in your mouth is so fucking sexy; I’m afraid to touch my dick right now. And at the bar when you said having a glass of wine would make you think about us crawling into bed together? Well, you felt how hard you made my dick.”

He stopped talking, and I heard the rustle of clothes on his end. I was tingling all over, a little scared, excited, and a whole lot turned on. I’d never done this. I’d never had the courage to talk dirty before. Was I supposed to say something to him? Was I supposed to touch myself too? There was no way I would be able to stop myself if he kept talking.

“Meadow, baby, I want you to push just your shorts down your legs.”

“Okay.” I did as he asked. “Are you…um… naked?” I managed to squeak out.

“Yes.”

Holy fuck. Nick was naked! And on the phone with me. Naked. The thought caused another wave of heat to rush through my body. I untangled my shorts from my ankles and kicked them off the bed. The chill of the room did nothing to cool my fevered skin.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“No.”

“No?”

“Uh-uh,” I answered.

“Why not, Red. What’s wrong?”

“Because I’m so turned on I ache, and you’re at your house, and I’m here at mine.”

“Ah. We’ll take care of the ache, Red.”

“But I want you here,” I whined.

“If I was there what would you want me to do?”

“Touch me,” I whispered.

“Touch you? Where baby? Where do you want my hands first?”

“Between my legs?”

“Uh-uh. I’ll start a little higher. I can’t wait to feel your skin pebble with goose bumps as I trail my hands around your breasts, feeling their weight as I squeeze and massage them. Jesus, you have great tits, baby. I cannot wait to touch them. I’m going to trace around your nipples with my tongue until they’re tight buds standing at attention, begging for me to suck them. Only when I get my fill, and I have you panting with need, will I move lower to your belly, tasting your skin, kissing and nibbling my way farther down. Tell me, Meadow, are you touching yourself?”

Sometime between when he’d started talking and when he’d asked my hand found its way between my legs, I ran my hand over the outside of my panties, unbelieving at the wetness I could feel.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Outside of my panties,” I told him, completely unashamed.

“Slide your hand inside your panties. Touch yourself.” I did as he asked, pushing the scrap of material to the side and touching my fingers to my wet flesh. “What do you feel?”

“Wetness,” I told him. His answering groan spurred me on. “I’m drenched and hot. I wish you were here to touch me.”

“Me too, Red. Soon. I can’t wait to taste you and fuck you with my fingers as I lick you from slit to clit. Push one finger inside, baby.”

“Oh, God!” I did as he asked, and my inner muscles contracted. “Shit that feels good.”

“I’m gonna touch myself Meadow. This is going to be quick. My dick has been hard and aching for you all night. I want you with me. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

I was so ready!

“Fuck Meadow. My dick is so goddamn hard thinking about you touching yourself. Pull your finger out and rub your clit for me.”

“Nick.”

“That’s it, Red. Rub yourself. I want to hear you.”

He was silent for a moment, and I concentrated on the feeling between my legs. I could hear him breathing, and the faint sound of movement.

“What… what are you doing?”

“Trying my hardest not to come as I stroke myself, imagining how sexy you’re gonna look when I lie you on my bed, spread your legs wide and eat you. My tongue. My fingers. I’m gonna lap up every bit of you. After you come…” He trailed off for a moment and groaned, causing the first spark of spasms deep inside me. “After you come, Meadow, I’m gonna settle myself between your legs and sink my dick so deep you’re gonna scream for me. You ready for that baby? For me to fuck you so hard and so long you scream.”

“Yes,” I hissed and rubbed harder and moaned at the building sensation.

“Meadow. I’m so close. Fuck, Red, I wish you were here to see how hard you make me.”

“I’m really, really, almost there. Almost.” I wasn’t sure if my words were making sense or if I was even speaking English. The stir I’d felt had now turned into a roar, and I was barreling toward a cliff. “Almost.”

“I’m gonna come, baby,” Nick warned. Holy shit that was hot. This big, strong, sexy man was touching himself while thinking about doing a whole bunch of naughty things to me and he was going to come just imagining doing them. Damn if that wasn’t enough to push me off the edge, him moaning my name as he came certainly did the trick.

I was silent for a moment while the aftershocks of my orgasm faded, and embarrassment started to creep in. I couldn’t believe I’d masturbated with Nick – while on the phone. Shit. What now? Was I supposed to say thank you? Ask him if it was as good for him as it was for me?

“I can hear your mind working, Red. Relax.”

“How do you do that?”

“I know you. You’re wondering what you’re supposed to do now. The answer is nothing. Lie there a minute and relax. Clear your mind of anything that comes close to embarrassment. You are so fucking sexy, baby, you got me off in five minutes. You know how many times that’s happened in my life?”

I didn’t think I wanted to know the answer to that.

“No.”

“Once,” he told me.

Damn, that stung. Sure, I knew he was no virgin. Anyone with a pair of eyes could take one look at Nick and know he was sex on a stick. And there was no doubt he knew his way around a woman’s body. But I didn’t want to hear about it.

“Oh.”

“When I was a teenager and first discovered the Victoria’s Secret catalog my Aunt Reagan had laying around the house,” he told me.

“Ew.”

“Nothing gross about learning about your body, baby. And I plan on knowing yours as well as I know my own. You okay?”

His voice held so much concern; I couldn’t help the warm and fuzzy feeling that had taken root in my belly.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Thank you.” Nick’s laughter made me smile before I quickly added. “For talking me out of being embarrassed. Not the orgasm, you jerk. Though I guess I should thank you for that, too. It was really good. Am I allowed to ask if it was good for you too? Or does that make me weird?”

“Not weird. You can ask me anything, anytime. As for mine, there is a mess on my stomach that’s damn impressive, and if you made me come any harder, I might’ve lost consciousness.”

“Thank you for dinner. I had a great time today.”

“Me too. We’ll do it again before Gabe comes to gets Sally.”

Over dinner, Nick told me Gabe was ready for Sally. It was so hard not to be sad that Sally was leaving. Gabe needed her, and she was such a great dog. I knew she’d work her magic and help the vet adjust to his new life without his hearing. Nick explained that he would start the process of getting another dog to foster in a month. He asked me to go with him to meet Alexandra and pick up the new foster pup she gave him. I loved that he was thinking about the future and including me in his plans.

“I’d like that. Will we be able to see Sally again?” I asked.

“Not for six months. She’ll need time to bond with Gabe and us being around her will lead to confusion. You’re gonna miss her, huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how you can do it. Don’t get me wrong, I think what you do is amazing, but I’d never be able to let her go.”

“It’s hard. Especially with Sally. I’ve had her longer than the rest because of Gabe’s surgeries and the extra training she needed. But there’s something else with her too, she’s… I don’t know how to explain it. She just feels different than the rest. It will be hard to see her go.”

“I’m sorry. I’m being selfish thinking about how much I’ll miss her, and I’ve only known her a few weeks. You’ve had her a long time.”

“You’re not selfish Red. Listen, you get some rest. I have to jump in the shower to clean up.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that exploded. I don’t know what struck me as funny, but suddenly thinking about Nick lying in his bed with a mess on his hard six-pack stomach while talking about something as normal as his dog had me in stitches.

“Yeah. I guess you’d better. I’m going to sleep.”

“Goodnight, Meadow. Thank you for trusting me.”

“I do. I trust you completely.”

“’night baby.”

“’night Nick.”

He clicked off, and I dropped my hand to the bed, still gripping my phone. Holy shit that just happened. My first ever phone sex. My first sexual experience with Nick. I was back to laughing when my phone vibrated in my hand.

Damn, I was falling for him and fast. I pulled the text up, excited to see what Nick had to say and frowned when I saw it was from Veronica Venus.

VV21: You alive?!

Crap. I’d forgotten I told her I’d text her when I got home from my date.

Me: Yeah. Sorry. Late night.

VV21: So? How did it go? Spill.

Me: I’m happy. Really, really, happy.

VV21: I’m glad. I hope it lasts and you’re being careful.

Hope it lasts? Geeze.

Me: I’m careful. He’s an FBI Agent. I think I can trust him.

VV21: If you’re happy, I’m happy for you.

That was the Veronica Venus I was used to. Supportive and kind. The last few times we’d talked about Nick I was getting annoyed that her messages seemed to warn me off getting close to him. I knew she was over cautious and was trying to be protective, but her comments were borderline rude and had me thinking she was jealous I’d found a way to finally move past what had happened to me.

Me: I am happy. Thank you for always being such a good friend. I’m beat! The alarm will be going off too soon. I’m off to bed. Night.

VV21: Sleep tight.