CHAPTER EIGHT

 

Ophelia

 

I laugh at his quick remarks and to be honest, it’s hot. I’ve liked geeks since the age of one.

“Are you a Lumos charm, cause you’re turning me on.” My voice gets breathier.

“Do I now?” A smile is obvious in his voice. “What are you doing, Ophelia?” he asks. His voice is husky, and when I close my eyes, I can almost feel his breath on my ear.

My hand was already on its way to my panties. “You must have put an Imperio curse on me,” I whisper. My fingers start to play with my already wet folds.

“Nope. Today is my lucky day. I’ve just taken a sip from my Felix Felicis, baby.”

I moan. He’s just as big of a geek as I am. When Harry Potter mixes with his seductive voice, all my hormones go up. 

“What are you doing?” I ask instead of answering.

“Right now? I’m palming my dick, so it behaves.”

I bite my lip to stop my smile. “Is it working?”

“Nope. He likes you, or more likes your voice, a little too much.” He groans. “Ophelia, tell me what are you doing?”

“I’m touching myself too,” I moan into the line.

“Fuck. Are you wet?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m so wet, Hendrix.”

I hear shuffling noises from the other side of the line and wonder what he’s doing. “Talk to me,” I murmur.

“Put me on speaker, baby. Get naked and spread your legs. Let me know when you’re ready.” His voice is a total aphrodisiac. Addicting. And when it’s full of lust it’s even more irresistible.

I take off my panties and t-shirt at a lightning pace and lay back down on the bed with my legs spread.

“Hendrix…” I whisper. My voice is urgent, needy, desperate. Knowing that I don’t know who is on the other side of the line makes this even sexier.

“I want to see you,” he rasps to the line.

I smile to myself and grab my phone. I want this stranger to see my body. I want him to see that I’m waiting for him to touch myself. I place my arm on my mound, strategically covering my one breast and my pussy. I snap a picture, but it’s not exactly the way I want it to be. So, turning to my side just a little, I take another photo. This time it comes out even better than I hoped. My hand is between my legs, the dip of my waist accentuates the flare of my hip, and the path follows to my breast, but my nipple is hidden. I’m only giving him a tease of what I have under my clothes.

I hit send.

I hear the ping of his phone and the sharp intake of  breath.

“Fuck, Ophelia. Fuck, my cock is literally weeping to be inside you right now.”

“Tell me what you would do to me if you were here.”

“I would tie your hands above your head. I’m angry at them for blocking my view,” he says.

I laugh-moan at the image his words conjure up.

“Then I would kiss your breath away. I would suck and bite your tits. I would leave a hickey on the side of that breast you teased me with. Would you like that? Would you like me to mark you?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Suck your fingers, Ophelia. Suck your two fingers, lick them with your tongue. Make them wet for me,” he says, and I put my index and middle finger into my mouth before replacing them with my thumb.

“Are they wet enough?”

“Yes.”

“Now, play with your nipples, baby. Softly. Tease your nipples. Imagine it’s my tongue, circling them.”

I do as he says. “Now, pull them, baby. Squeeze them between your fingers like I would suck them into my mouth.”

I gasp at the sudden change in sensation. Closing my eyes, I imagine him, sucking and marking my breasts.

“Hendrix,” I breathe out.

“My dick is so hard for you, baby. All the sounds you make…” he trails off.

“Now, move your hand down, Ophelia. Slowly. Touch your folds for me. Are they wet?”

My breath shudders when I touch myself, “Soaking.”

“I would lap it all off you if I were there right now,” he rasps.

“It feels so good, Hendrix,” I moan.

“Now spread your folds with your fingers, baby. Circle your clit.”

My breathing becomes faster. My back slightly arches from the bed with his hard breaths in my ear and my hand between my legs.

“Play with your nipples, too. I wouldn’t abandon them if I were there,” he says, and I reach for my nipple, twisting it between my fingers.

“Hendrix, I… I…”

“Take your hand away from your pussy, Ophelia.”

“What? But-”

“No buts. Take your hand away and listen to me.”

I do as he says, but just as I’m about to protest his voice stops me.

“You made me so hard, Ophelia. I’m already seeping out pre-cum for you.”

“Are you fisting your cock?” I breathe out.

“Yes. I’m fisting myself hard, baby. I’m sure you’d feel like a tight glove around me. I can imagine you under me. Hands tied, legs spread, back arched. Your lips would be parted with your moans; your eyes would be tightly closed with my every thrust.”

I swallow. My heart is running a marathon. I’m panting. My bodies covered in sweat and my vaginal walls clench at his words and curses.

“Hendrix… I… I need to touch myself,” I say. My words turn into a groan when I hear him grunt.

“Are your walls clenching, baby? They would try to milk me if I was inside you right now,” he rasps, and I moan, squeezing my thighs together.

“Hen, please,” I beg. I don’t know why I’m not touching myself and ending my misery, but I like where this is going too much to stop it.

“Push two fingers inside your pussy, Ophelia.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I push two fingers inside me, and my back arches and I moan loudly.

“Damn, add another one baby. Add one more finger inside you, thrust them hard like I would fuck you if I was there.”

Pushing my fingers in and out of myself I forget everything but the pleasure. I’m thrashing, rocking back and forth on my hand to catch the release.

“Rub your palm over your clit, Ophelia. Grind on your hand. I can hear the sounds your pussy makes,” he says. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, and I hear him grunt.

“Hen, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“Come with me, baby. When I say now,” he tells me, and I bite my lip to stop my orgasm as I wait for him.

“Now!” he orders, and I come with a cry as he chants my name over and over again into the line.

When we catch our breaths, we both start to laugh.

“I need to see you, Ophelia. Meet me tomorrow for coffee,” he says, and I stiffen.

This thing is fun when everything is a mystery to us and I don’t want to ruin it. I don’t want to miss this excitement. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Hendrix,” I murmur.

He stays silent for a while, but then he says, “Okay, whatever you want. I’ll try my luck next time.”

I smile. “Who says there will be a next time?”

“I’ll keep some of my Felix Felicis,” he says.

I laugh. “Goodnight, Hendrix.”

“Goodnight, Sexy Cat Thief,” he says, and I end the call with a huge smile on my face.