Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (17 page)

Exhaling heavily, he cleared his throat and spoke gruffly, “Alright seems you have me at a disadvantage here.” Puzzled, my brow furrowed and I thought he must mean with him being drunk and me being sober until he spoke again. “Well, you know what I’m wearing. So…are you going to tell me what you’re wearing?”

Blushing I thought that most respectable girls would conclude the call on a drunk guy asking that, but it was a phone call with someone who I’d never know in real life, and I was so lonely that I made a snap decision to throw caution to the wind and let myself have that one indulgence with a stranger that Ruby kept going on about, in the safety of my own bedroom.

Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I said, “A little sky blue tank top and pajama shorts.” My jaw hung in amazement that I had been bold enough to play along with him. I just prayed he was one of those drunks that remembered nothing the next day.

“Oh, girl, seriously?” he ground out gruffly. “Are you braless?”

Swallowing hard, I nodded, before squeaking out, “Yes.”

“Am I allowed to hold your breasts in the palms of my hands?” he said seductively, his tone an octave lower and I heard him shift again.

Pursing my lips to stop my nervous giggle, “Is that what you want to do?” I asked, prolonging the agony for him.

“So, let me clear this up with you. Am I asking permission for everything I want to do, or am I going to take charge and tell you what we’re going to do.”

Swallowing noisily, I felt my pussy clench in delight at his suggestion of taking charge. “I already said whatever you want. So, I guess it’s your call.” Shaking my head silently in disbelief, my mouth in a silent ‘O’ that I was having this conversation at all.

Hearing Paul moving again, I figured he was getting more comfortable. “Where are you?” he suddenly asked.

“Sitting on the edge of my bed.”

“No you’re not, you are in mine. Lie down beside me,” he commanded.

I crawled on my bed and lay down, then told him I was lying down.

“Good. Now take your shorts off. Leave the tank. I want that to stay on, one of my pleasures in life is staring at a girl in a tiny tank top with perky tits. Call it a particular kink of mine. Now, tell me what I’m looking at.” His tone was masterful and abrupt.

Again my eyes rose to the top of my head and wondered what he meant by looking at, but before anything came to mind he prompted me. “Describe your pussy I need to know what I’m playing with.”

Another gulp, then I worked a swallow, wondering if I could really go through with talking about myself in such intimate terms. “Do it! Tell me. Don’t think about it, just tell me,” Paul ordered, his voice sounding masterful.

“Well…” I giggled, “My pussy is neat.” It was the best I could think of and he started chuckling heartily at me.

“Chloe, lesson one, men do
not
want to fuck a neat pussy. Make me want you. Tell me why I’d want your pussy over anyone else’s.”

Smirking, I thought his comment was too funny, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do what he asked. “You need help for descriptive words? Alright, is it small, big, plump, slim, swollen, what are the lips like, outer, inner, color, odor, texture, smell, wet? Come on Chloe, use your imagination,” Paul barked impatiently.

Without thinking I said, “My pussy is small, waxed, closed lips that form a clean seam, no extra skin, the lips inside are small and crumbled– like the petals of a flower. Right now, my clitoris is hard and swollen and from the hood to the end of my entrance is about one and a half inches. My pussy feels warm and is wet, because I guess this is turning me on. My inner creases are dark cerise in color and when I open my inner lips the entrance is very pink. Is that what you mean?” I concluded nervously and sounding timid.

“Damn, Chloe, and you’ve never done this before, right?” Paul was chuckling again and I decided to put him in his place.

“So, you have me at a disadvantage, Paul. You know what my pussy looks like it’s only fair you tell me about your dick.” Biting my bottom lip, I was amazed that I was doing something that risky with someone I didn’t know, but more than that I was so turned on by what was happening between us, I wasn’t interested in being embarrassed from that point on.

Paul chuckled again. “Ah, well. Hmm…alright here goes. My dick is thick, straight, about five inches asleep and nine when I’m hard and the girth expands quite a bit when it gets into action. It’s circumcised and I have an apa through the slit, it’s not too veiny and attached to some pretty hefty balls. And I guess the whole package is soft, shaved and velvety to the touch.” When he finished describing himself, he worked a swallow of his own, continuing in a voice that was laced with lust,” And right now, my dick is standing proud at the full nine. Guess that’s because it wants to sink balls deep into the pussy you just described to me.”

Dumbstruck, I had never been so turned on in my life as I was at that moment. What he had described to me was so hot, and I felt deeply frustrated that I couldn’t reach out and touch it. I was glad when he spoke again, because I had no clue what else there was to say about it.

“Now, we know what it looks like, but…how does it taste?” Prompting me to answer him, I said what I was thinking.

Speaking honestly I answered, “I don’t know. I’ve never tasted myself.” Covering my face with my hand, I felt mortified again to be talking to him about that part.

“Are you telling me that no one has ever gone down on you and then kissed you? Are you fucking serious Chloe? You’re not a virgin are you?” Suddenly I felt embarrassed talking about my past with him.

“Sorry, no.”

“Sorry, no? You’re not a virgin, or you weren’t serious about tasting yourself?” He sounded agitated and it made me wary again, but I felt this was something I needed to do so I answered.

“No I’m not a virgin and yes I was serious, I don’t know how I taste.”

“Well fuck, DO IT! I want to know how you taste. Take your right hand and place two fingers on your pussy.” The way he said it was very authoritative and I immediately wanted to comply with his demand.

Taking two fingers I ran them up and down my wet, swollen pussy and couldn’t believe how horny I felt by how he was handling me on the phone.

“Describe what you are feeling.” Another command quickly followed the last one he had just given me.

“Soft, hot, wet, silky, slippery, slithery, puffy, open, sticky, tickly, tempting …you mean that?” Not sure exactly what words would be the best to describe what I was feeling, I just rhymed all the things running through my mind and I was beginning to get carried away.

“Whoa. Fuck Chloe, slow it down. You’ll have me coming like a horny teenager, you keep up that pace.” Clearing his throat, he chuckled again. “The flood gates kinda opened there for you, huh?”

Feeling embarrassed again, I gave a slight cough, and swallowed audibly. “Sorry, but I don’t know what you want from me.” I began to sit up because I was losing confidence again.

Paul spoke in a softer tone. “You know what I want? I want you to stick your fore and middle fingers into your pussy and coat them in your juice. Push them deep inside and then I want you to suck them. And I want to hear you sucking them.”

In his husky, seductive voice, Paul’s sexy tone was low and it broke slightly at the end of the sentence. Hearing the desire in his voice was damned hot. It was obvious he was enjoying thinking about me doing that and it was making his mouth dry. Paul was completely invested and turned on with what we were doing, so I lay back again.

“Talk to me, tell me what you are doing and what you feel.” Biting my bottom lip again, I said, “Sliding my fore and middle fingers down either side of my inner labia. It feels warm and wet, slippery and it’s coated in my sticky juices. I can feel them running down my seam onto my butt. My entrance feels open, ready to receive my fingers.”

Paul groaned and it was a guttural sound. “Fuck.”

Smiling at his reaction, I was glad I had found the courage to continue. “I’m pushing my fingers inside and it feels, squidgy and tight and warm, and doing this is making my nipples tingle and my heart beat faster.”

Paul interjected after clearing his throat, in a voice so low and gravelly that it didn’t sound like him at all. “Fuck me! Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“No. I haven’t,” I stated flatly, stopping with my fingers still deep in my pussy. “Should I continue?”

“Chloe I’d hunt you down and kill you if you didn’t.” Even with his playful tone delivering those words I had frozen for a second. “Are you okay?” Paul’s voice sounded concerned and I sensed he was aware I had stopped abruptly.

“Sure, I replied, trying to sound more confident than I was.

“Then take your fingers out gently and put them in your mouth. God, I wish I was there to put my mouth over one of your nipples and suck hard when you did that.” Doing as he asked, I put my fingers tentatively into my mouth. “Suck, Chloe. What do you taste and smell like, Tell me.” In an urgent voice laced with frustration, Paul was sounding quite desperate.

Pulling my fingers out of my mouth, I rubbed one back and forth on my lip then tested it with the tip of my tongue again. “Sweet, kinda faint body wash smell, but the taste is like really watery jello.” It was the best I could come up with.

“Fucking perfect. My favorite flavor.”

When Paul said that, my pussy pulsed with the reaction of my hormones to the taste of myself and his words combined and suddenly what we were doing didn’t seem enough.

CHAPTER 17 - STEAM

Chloe

I could hear soft shuffling noises as Paul moved around, his breathing sounded shaky and uneven and the rawness in that sound made me sigh deeply.

“You’re gone on this, huh? Me as well. Dick as stiff as a fucking dead man and nowhere to sink it into. Can’t say I’ve had time for this before. And I never knew it could be so fucking hot. So this is a first for the both of us, darlin’.” Paul’s voice was still slightly slurry.

Clearing his throat again, Paul grunted and from the whoosh of air escaping his lungs I figured he had laid¬ flat on his back. The sound of his grunt made me feel as horny as hell.

“So, now I know what you’re wearing, what your pussy tastes and smells like and you did say anything I wanted right, Chloe?”

Talking to me in an unashamed, raw, sexy tone, about things that made me blush crimson gave me shocking electrical pulses of pleasure around my body, as his words set my hormones into chaos. Feelings I’d suppressed at the hands of Kace came flooding back, making me feel desperate, with a heightened level of arousal that I never knew existed before.

I bit my lip as I lay naked from the waist down. I was excited and wondering what Paul was going to tell me to do next, and hardly believing that I was actually doing something so naughty and scandalous. Paul was a stranger and my best friend in the world at that moment. In reality, he was the only person who called me almost daily just to connect with me.

I knew this was crazy, out of character behavior, but I lay waiting, holding my breath for him to take me to the next level. While I did, there was an ache in my chest and my heart squeezed with a pang of sadness, that I would never know the man who wanted to take the time to speak to me, in my safe but lonely world.

“So, I guess the next thing would be for me to satisfy you and for you to come for me.” Quiet and still, I sat shaking my head, feeling so needy for anything he wanted to offer, but inhibited enough to think I couldn’t go through with him telling me to make myself come while he was listening and telling me what to do. And I wondered what he would say if I said no.

“Place your pillows at the head of the bed and lean back on them and then put one under your ass so it is slightly raised.” Speaking in a soft and gentle velvety tone, he was so seductive that I didn’t want to argue, and quickly did what he told me. “Tell me when you are sitting comfortably.”

Plumping the pillows, I sat semi recumbent on the bed, crossed my legs at the ankles and answered, “I am.”

“Tell me how you are sitting.” Paul’s tone sounded soft and encouraging, and there was a quietly confident air in his words.

“I’m sitting with my legs stretched out crossed at the ankles and laying back on the pillows like you told me.”

“Alright, Chloe, here is what you are going to do. I want you to slide down, uncross your legs and open them. Put the pillow under your ass like I told you. When you’ve done that you are going to take a picture of your pussy for me.”

It was one thing to describe it, quite another to take and send a picture. What would I feel like, talking to him again after that? Would we even speak after what we were doing? What if he posted it somewhere? I could deny it; unless he was recording us talking of course, but it was still something else to send something that intimate to someone, especially a stranger.

Paul’s commanding tone brought me out of my reverie. “Chloe, I want you to do it now. Don’t think about it, do it.” The way he commanded that I take the picture, sounded like it was second nature to him. Paul’s voice was urgent and demanding.

For the umpteenth time since our conversation started I worked a swallow, my mouth dry, and I struggled to swallow the spit down. Licking my lips, I uncrossed my legs and pulled my feet toward my butt, then splayed them out to the side. Positioning the phone on my heel, I could see myself down there.

Weird how my pussy changed in color with the rush of blood flooding it and the hormones making me feel wired inside, as if it were connected to a million tiny electrodes positioned throughout my body which ignited with the words he was using and the touch of my own hand.

I was barely able to control my shaking hand. The excitement of doing something so intimate with a complete stranger was totally liberating. Sensations rushed through me and my heartbeat raced, pounding wildly in my chest. Sharp electrical pulses deep within in my core, seemed to fuel me on.

Conscious of the conflicting feelings and the endless debate going on in my head about what to do, I tussled with Ruby’s comments about the mysteries of the one perfect night of sex which swayed my decision and pushed me into action.