Chapter 42

Cami

After Xander left, I cleaned up the kitchen and watched some television before heading to my room. My gaze instantly landed on the spot where Xander had pleasured me twice. It was no exaggeration to say he was the best I’d ever had—by far the best I’d ever had. Even with all the hype from his groupies, I hadn’t expected quite that much from Xander. My experience with well-endowed men was that they felt having a big dick was all that was required to please a woman. A man with a big dick needed more skill in bed, or sex could be down-right uncomfortable, even painful.

Xander was an attentive lover, and my mind was focused on our afternoon adventure as I stripped out of my clothes and slid between the sheets. I was supposed to call Xander once I was in bed. He’d left the ball in my court so I wouldn’t feel pressured to give more than I wanted. I wasn’t sure Xander would need to pressure me into anything. I’d had a pretty vanilla sex life up to that point, but my fantasies were much more daring. Xander seemed like the type who wouldn’t mind exploring my fantasies with me.

I grabbed my phone and called Xander. He answered on the first ring, making me wonder how long he’d been waiting for my call. “Hey there, beautiful.”

“What happened to calling me babe?” I asked. “Did I earn a new nickname?”

His raspy chuckle had me pressing my legs together as arousal flooded my body. “You sure did. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than your expression when you’re coming around my dick. Having you come on my fingers while I suck your clit is a very close second.”

I let out a needy whimper. “Are you trying to turn me on?”

“Are you trying to tell me you weren’t already turned on when you called me?” he asked.

“As soon as I walked into the room and looked at my bed, I was turned on,” I admitted. “I wish you were here. I’m really horny.”

“Me too, beautiful,” he uttered. “Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Absolutely nothing,” I replied, slipping my hand under the blanket to play with my nipple.

“Same here,” he rasped out. “Are you holding the phone with one hand, or am I on speaker?”

“I’m holding the phone,” I replied. “Do you want to know where my other hand is?”

“God, yes,” was his strained response. “You’d better be touching yourself, or you’ll be sorry the next time I see you.”

“What will you do?” I asked, getting even more turned on by his sexy threat.

“I will tie you to the bed and bring you to the edge over and over again until you can’t take any more,” he replied.

I whimpered and pinched my nipple hard.

“Where is your hand?” he demanded.

“On my nipple,” I replied. “I’m stroking it and pinching it, wishing it was your mouth on me.”

“I regret not spending more time on your gorgeous breasts. Tug on your nipple, and then roll it between your fingers. I want you to imagine my mouth is on you, sucking and licking. Do you feel the pulses moving from your nipple to your pussy?”

“Yes,” I replied. “It feels so good. Are you touching yourself?”

“My hand is wrapped around my cock as I picture you playing with your nipple. I’d love to stand in your room and watch you touch yourself. Will you let me do that?”

“Anything,” I promised. “You can do anything. My hand is moving down my belly.”

“Stop,” he commanded.

“Stop what?” I asked as my fingers skimmed along my clit.

“Get your hand back up to your nipple,” he commanded.

“But I’m so turned on.” How could he ask me to delay things even further? The best part of masturbation was the lack of delayed gratification. No one but me was in charge of my satisfaction.

“Behave.” I was surprised by how arousing I found his order.

I moved my hand back to my nipple and returned to tugging and rolling it between my thumb and index finger. “My fingers are on my nipple again.”

“Very good,” he praised. Unlike in my other relationships, I wasn’t trying to become someone else to please Xander. I was getting off on submitting to him. “What do you want me to do next?”

“I think that nipple has had enough attention. Why don’t you spend some time on the other one? Pinch it gently, just enough to feel the pressure.”

I moaned and acquiesced to his request.

“Now, pinch it harder.”

“Yes,” I uttered.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“I’m getting even more turned on,” was my breathy response. “Please, let me touch myself.”

“Fuck me,” he ground out. “That is hot. Go ahead and slide your fingers between your legs. I want you to stroke your sexy pussy until you come hard for me. Do it now.”

My fingers moved against my swollen clit as I imagined Xander’s tongue in their place. I was making needy mewling sounds as I continued to pleasure myself with Xander on the other end of the line.

“That’s it,” Xander praised in a strained voice. “You sound so fucking sexy when you touch yourself.”

“Touch yourself, too,” I pleaded. “Come for me, Xan.”

“I am, babe,” he assured me. “I’m stroking my dick and imagining you’re wrapped around me while you ride me.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “That sounds so good.”

I continued to stroke my clit to the sounds of Xander’s labored breathing on the other end of the line. I stopped imagining Xander touching me and began to picture Xander stroking himself. That only got me hotter. It was a tantalizing image.

“I’m so close,” I panted out.

“Me too,” Xander replied. “Come for me, Cami. I want to hear you come hard. I want to dream about you stroking yourself to completion. You probably look hot as fuck right now.”

My fingers moved faster, pushing me even closer to the edge. I let out a soft scream as my orgasm hit. Xander’s growl of completion rumbled near my ear.

For a short time, all I heard was our labored breathing as we both recovered.

“Promise you’ll dream about me tonight,” he said in a sleepy, sated voice.

“I will definitely dream about you tonight,” I assured him.