Chapter Twenty-Four

Cody

“Damn, baby, it’s only been three days and I’m losing it without you.”

Chelsea smiled sadly. “I know. LA seems so far away.”

I laughed. “Tell me about it. It’s like a whole nother world out here.”

“I bet. I’ve been a few times, for work stuff, and it does feel like that.”

“What kind of work stuff?” I asked, sitting forward on the edge of my hotel room bed. I’d just finished up a long practice. The game was the following night, so we flew into town that morning, got in practice, and then were dismissed with the strict orders to keep our shit together and not do anything stupid. Apparently LA is a hot spot for getting wild and out of control.

Oddly enough, the only thing on my mind during practice was how much I couldn’t wait to get back to my room and call Chelsea.

What the hell was happening to me? I was losing all my chill for this girl.

I grinned to myself, knowing I wouldn’t stop it even if I could. Falling for Chelsea was the most fun I’d had in my entire life. It was cheesy as hell, but she was the perfect counterbalance to my crazy.

A tall order.

“For the meetings in LA? Those were when I was still shopping the pitch for my first game. I had a few different venture capitalist firms on the line for it. So, they would fly me out, hear my pitch, and if they liked it, they’d do the wining and dining stuff.”

I nodded. “And tell me, baby, what would you be wearing for these meetings? I gotta say, the idea of you strutting that perky little ass of yours into a room full of rich windbags makes me all kinds of hot and bothered.”

She laughed and I leaned back on the bed, letting the soft, musical sound wash over me. Damn it, I needed her in my arms. I wanted to see that smile on her lips. To watch her eyes light up and roll back in her head every damn time I said something she thought was cheesy.

The image of Chelsea in my mind would be enough to get me through till I could see her again, but I ached for the real flesh and blood woman.

“A business suit, usually.”

“With slutty panties on underneath?” I prompted.

“Cody, you know what I’d do if I was there right now…”

“Do tell.”

“I’d kick you in the balls.” She laughed. “Seriously! You’re always right back to turning me into a hoochie!”

I chuckled. “I can’t help it, baby. When I think about you, you’re usually wearing something hot. Or nothing at all…commando under some tight ass business suit. Yow!”

Chelsea laughed harder and I could just picture her cheeks turn pink. Kind of like the way they do after I get done blowing her mind with my face between those pretty thighs. “You’re too much, Mr. Wright.”

“You love it.” I grinned and pushed off the bed. “That’s why you miss me so much.”

“Hmm. Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe I’m just using you for your body.”

I laughed. “Baby, you can do whatever the hell you want to my body.”

“I know. You’ve mentioned that on a few occasions.”

“Chels, you’re killing me. I want to see you. Let’s get this video chat thing fired up. What’dya say? We don’t have to do anything kinky.”

Chelsea sighed. “All right. But I’m not getting naked on camera.”

“Fair enough.”

After a few minutes of suffering through technology glitches, we got connected, and Chelsea’s big, beautiful eyes were looking back in mine. She looked like she was in for the night. Her hair was wavy and damp, like she’d just got out of the shower. Her face didn’t have a trace of makeup on. But, damn, she looked better without it! A fact I’d tried to tell her multiple times, but she never listened.

“You look hot, baby. Can I get the full body shot?”

Chelsea rolled her eyes the way I knew she would, and my heart pounded.

She backed up from the computer and did a cute little spin. She was wearing a form-fitted black tank top that made her tits look amazing, and a pair of little white shorts that hugged her ass cheeks to perfection.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Maybe video was a bad idea. Now I got a stiffy and you won’t play with me on camera.”

Chelsea laughed. “Sorry. You can’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

I waved her off. “How’s the game coming along?”

“Good. Paris is mad at me because I’ve been barricaded in my office for a few days, but she’ll get over it. She always gets extra clingy when Robby is out of town for these long stretches.”

“What about you? Are you getting clingy?” I asked, pulling a half-cocked smile.

“If clingy is your not-so-subtle code for horny, then no, I’m not.” She tugged her lower lip in between her teeth and I almost came undone.

“Now, now, baby, you know you’re a terrible liar.”

She broke out laughing. “Okay, fine! Maybe I’m just a little…frisky.”

“I passed frisky days ago,” I replied, laughing with her.

“Not a surprise. I’m pretty sure you pass the point of frisky within a couple of minutes of coming.”

I grinned at her, no sense in denying the truth. Chelsea had me pegged. And damn it, I wanted to peg her down and have my way with her. She looked too damn sexy.

“Four more days. Then you’re all mine, baby.”

Chelsea nodded. “I can’t wait.”

“How did this happen?” I asked, marveling at her sweet smile, and thinking about the way it made my heart jump around like the bubbles in a glass of champagne.

“What do you mean?” She furrowed her brow.

“You and me, baby.”

She laughed softly. “Well, it certainly had a fairy tale beginning. I think I called you an asshole and you liked it.”

I roared with laughter. “That does sound about right. What can I say, I like a challenge?”

“That’s all I am, huh? A challenge?” she dared, her eyebrows high, waiting for the answer.

“I thought so.”

“But?”

“But I was wrong. And never happier to be…”

Shit, we were wading waist-deep into a deep, dark pond of emotions that I wasn’t ready to deal with just yet.

Chelsea ducked her chin. “Me either.”

“So, are you saying that I’m not an asshole?”

She laughed. “No, you’re definitely still an asshole. But, you’re my assho—oh! That didn’t come out right!”

“Baby, you look so sexy right now.”

Chelsea dropped her chin into her hand. “Hurry home.”

“I’m trying.”

“Do these types of trips happen all the time?”

I shrugged. “Long ones like these happen a few times every season. It all just depends on how the league schedules things.”

“I don’t like it.”

I laughed softly, wishing I could reach through the screen and run my fingertips down her soft cheek. “Me either. But hey, at least we’re kicking ass.”

Chelsea laughed. “Yeah. Besides, right now, I need the distraction-free time.”

“True. Although, I would like to think I was both helping and not just hindering the project.”

“You were.”

We’d spent a lot of late nights together at Chelsea’s. I’d give her a backrub and make her snacks while she worked on the game. I’d catch up with the worlds of sports, or tune into one of the hot rod restoration shows I liked to watch. Eventually, when her eyes were going crossed, I’d pry the keyboard from her hands and take her off to bed and fuck her till she couldn’t think about anything other than the way we fit together and the way my dick filled her so completely.

Well, damn, now I was horny again.

I leaned into the computer. “So, explain to me the no video chat sex again?”

Chelsea rolled those big, beautiful eyes. “Cody…”

“Come on, just tell me again.”

“Why? So you can argue with me?”

I smacked a hand over my heart. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She laughed. “Uh huh. I’m learning your tricks, Mr. Wright.”

“Damn.”

“I don’t want anything ending up where it’s not supposed to and leaving the whole world with access to titty pictures, all right? I make children’s games for a living. It would be an image—and career killer.”

“And yet, you say things like titty.”

Chelsea shook her head at me, a wide grin tugging on her lips. “You’re impossible.”

“You tell me that with a startling frequency.”

“For good reason!” She shifted in her chair and I could see the neckline of her tank top and the gorgeous curves of her cleavage.

“What if we had phone sex? No one can track that.”

“Phone sex?”

I laughed at her puzzled expression, as though it were some alien term. “Yeah, you know, talk dirty and get off at the same time. It could be hot.”

She quirked her lips into a pout.

“Come on, baby, I’m dying over here. I want to hear you moan and pant my name.”

She shivered and my smile darkened.

I reached over and picked up my phone. I dialed her number and held the phone up so she could see me dialing.

She picked up the phone and killed her video with a kiss at the camera.

Damn, I missed the visual already.

“Hey, baby,” I drawled into the phone.

“How do we…start?”

I chuckled. “Well, for starters, you’re gonna put me on speaker phone. What I have planned for you is going to require both hands.”

“Ooo.”

“Now, I want you to take off that tank top, nice and slow.”

“Okay…”

“Then the shorts. You wearing anything under?”

“Nope.”

I grinned and snaked a hand down my shorts. My hand wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as Chelsea’s was, but desperate times…

“All right baby, now lay down on your bed, and I want you to run your hands up and down your body. Touch your hips, your perfect titties, the insides of your thighs. Go slow, feel yourself, enjoy all your beautiful curves.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“You getting wet, baby?”

“Uhhuh. But only because I’m thinking about you. What are you doing?”

“I got one hand on my cock and I’m thinking about you laying on the bed, your legs spread, and that pretty little cunt dripping wet just for me.”

She gasped. “Shit, Cody…”

“That’s right, baby. Now, tell me something, tell me what you feel.”

“My nipples are hard and tight and my pussy is getting so wet. I want to touch myself.”

“Okay, baby. Stroke that pussy. Go slow.”

Chelsea moaned and I let the sounds and images inside my head take over. I stroked myself a little faster and closed my eyes.

“If I was there, I’d get on my knees, and suck that big, thick cock all the way back,” she purred.

“Fuck!” Pre-come started dribbling down my head. “I’d get a taste of that sweet pussy too. Baby, are your fingers wet?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“Suck on them. Taste yourself. Wipe your pussy juice on your titties.”

Chelsea panted and moaned and I grit my teeth, trying to hold it together.

“Now rub your clit faster. Are you getting close baby? I don’t know how much longer I can hang on over here. Thinking about you touching yourself has me ready to explode all over this fuckin’ room.”

Chelsea moaned in response and started saying my name over and over again.

“Fuck, Chels, keep…going.”

My orgasm hit me like lightning as she said my name and moaned loudly into the phone beside her.

When her breathing returned to normal, there was a beat of silence, and then she started giggling. I laughed along. “What the hell is so funny over there?”

“That was the craziest orgasm ever!”

“Ever? I’m offended.”

She laughed. “I mean, solo.”

“Aha. Well, happy to help. If you’re lucky, I’ll cook up something even nastier for tomorrow. Would you like that?”

“Mmhmm.” She moaned again, still coming down from her climax. “And if you’re lucky, you’ll wake up and find a special picture on your phone in the morning. You won’t get all of me, but maybe some important bits that you might be interested in…”

I groaned and my cock twitched back to life. “Damn, baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Maybe. Either way, I bet you’ll go with a big ass smile.”