DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Pucking Around: Chapter 18
I shift on the bed, feeling a little self-conscious, but then my phone dings.
JAKE (8:15PM): Holy shit. Warn a guy next time. Caleb is sitting right next to me
I smile down at my phone. Why does the idea of Caleb seeing my picture on Jake’s phone give me a secret thrill? I lay on my back and type a reply.
RACHEL (8:16PM): Well, then angle the phone away *wink emoji*
My smile widens as I raise my camera and take a new picture from another angle. This time my hand with the star tattoos is cupping my breast, fingers splayed in a nice side-boob shot. You still can’t see anything, and only he would know it’s me because of the tattoos on display. I send it. Immediately, I see three dancing dots.
JAKE (8:18PM): Fucking hell. Seattle, I’m in public. Hold on—
It only takes a minute or two before the phone is ringing. Of course, it’s him. Taking a breath, I answer. “Hello?”
Wherever Jake is, it’s loud. He sighs into the phone. “What the hell are you doing to me, Seattle?”
“I’m answering your many many texts,” I reply. “Why, did you not want me to?”
“I’m out with the guys. I almost fell out of my chair and just shuffled to the bathroom sporting a semi.”
“Where are you?” I say, stretching out on the bed. Just the sound of his voice is soothing me, even as it spins me up tighter.
“I don’t know. Some beach bar. Seattle, why do I have a topless photo of you on my phone?”
“You’ve been sending me topless photos all weekend. I thought it only fair I reciprocated.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “This is a trick. This is…I don’t know where the trap door is, but you’re about to pull some lever, aren’t you?”
I laugh. “No tricks. No trap doors. Consider this my apology.”
“Apology?”
“Mmhmm,” I shamelessly let my free hand roam over my bare chest. Knowing I have him all to myself is making me so wet and needy.
“Why are you apologizing? Wait—” He growls his frustration. “Seattle, what the hell are you doing?”
I sigh as I slide my fingers under the top of my panties. “Touching myself.”
“Oh, fuck. Switch to video.”
I swirl my fingers over my clit. “No.”
“Baby, what are you doing? Talk to me.”
“I have my hand in my panties,” I reply. “I’m touching myself. Jake, I’m so wet,” I whimper, my fingertip dipping inside my pussy.
The gravelly sound in his groan is like a slap straight to the clit. I arch my back on a sigh, sinking a finger deeper inside.
“Baby girl, you gotta talk to me. Tell me what’s happening.”
“I’m—I—” I huff with frustration. I’ve never been good at dirty talking on a phone. If I ever worked for a phone sex hotline, the guys would probably ask for a refund. “Hold on.” I shimmy out of my silky sleep shorts and my underwear.
“You’re killing me here, baby—”
“Hold on,” I say again, tapping the icon on the phone to switch to video.
“Oh, fuck yes—” His words cut off as the call switches.
I hold my phone out with one hand, so my face is in view. His camera flicks on and I see his beautiful face close in on the screen. It’s dark. There’s a heavily graffitied wall behind him. “Where are you?” I murmur.
“Fuck if I know,” he replies. “Some bathroom in a shitty beach bar. I’ve locked the door, but I can’t camp out in here. Now, you called me for a reason.”
“Yes,” I reply, spreading my legs and letting my fingers explore again. I can’t help it. Seeing him and feeling so turned on, I can’t not touch myself.
“You called me to apologize,” he presses.
“Mmhmm,” I say, circling my clit again. I’m biting my bottom lip to keep in my moan.
“And why are you apologizing?”
I still my hand, holding his dark gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I reply. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
He nods, dragging a hand through his hair. “Well, it is what it is, right?”
I shake my head. “No. This is real, Jake. What we have…” If I try to put it into words, I’ll cry. And I don’t want to cry tonight. I just want to feel good. I want to make him feel good too. “I left you in Seattle. You didn’t get to say goodbye.”
“Yeah, that sucked,” he mutters.
I take a deep breath, letting it out. “So, now’s your chance.”
He raises a dark brow. “What?”
“Say goodbye.”
“Seattle, what are you—”
“I robbed you of the chance to have me one last time,” I explain. “I knew if you did, I wouldn’t be able to walk away. I would have stayed. I would have told you my name. Well, now the game has changed. Neither of us can walk away. And you know my name anyway. The reasons I slipped out don’t matter anymore. So here I am. I’m naked and I’m saying yes to anything you want for the next…” I tap my screen to check the time. “Five minutes.”
He groans, dragging a hand through his hair. “Five minutes? What the hell?”
“Hey, I’ve got a plane to catch, remember?” I tease. “Say goodbye, Jake.”
“You are in so much trouble.”
“Clock is ticking, angel. Are you going to make me come?”
“So hard you see stars,” he replies, spinning to lean against the wall of the bathroom. “Touch yourself. Touch your breasts. And show me,” he adds, his voice harsh with command.
I angle the phone down a bit until my boobs are in the shot. I cup each one for him, pinching each nipple tight until I’m shivering with need.
“Good girl. You look so beautiful,” he croons. “So fuckable. You know if I was there, I’d be flicking those tits with my tongue, biting until I leave teeth marks, branding them. You’re fucking mine, Seattle.”
“Mmhmm…for four more minutes,” I tease. “You gonna hurry this along?”
“Take your panties off,” he orders. “Spread your legs.”
I smile, shifting the phone up to show my face. “Way ahead of you.” I raise the phone up a bit and flip the camera so it’s panning over my naked body.
“Oh, fucking hell,” he groans. “Kill a man, why don’t you. Spread those legs, baby. Touch yourself. Use your fingers. Two in the pussy, thumb on your clit.”
I rush to comply, loving the feel of taking orders from him. My fingers sink inside my tight wet center, and I let my thumb rub little circles on my clit. “Oh god,” I whimper. “Jake, are you hard for me?”
“As fucking steel, baby. You have no idea.”
I suck in a breath, feeling that glorious spiral of a looming orgasm low in my gut. That warm feeling is spreading. “I’m close,” I pant. “Get your cock out. Come with me.”
He groans again. I can’t even see him at this angle, but I can hear him, I can hear his want for me. “Do you have a vibe? Not that tentacle thing. You’re not using that unless I’m there to hold it for you.”
I gasp, my fingers stilling inside me. “He told you about that?”
“Of course, he told me,” he says with a low laugh. “But can we not talk about Cay while I’ve got my hand on my dick? Get a vibrator. I wanna watch you ride a toy and pretend its me.”
I roll over, opening the drawer of my bedside table. I pull out my trusty pink vibe with a clit stimulator. The thing comes with like fifteen settings, but I only like one. High voltage buzz. Ruins me every time. I hold it up for him and smile, turning it on.
“Oh, fuck yes. Put it in nice and slow. Ride it for me and let me watch. Fuck—I’m so fucking close. Gonna come in this shitty fucking bathroom watching you shatter, baby.”
I slip it in, adjusting it on my clit with a soft gasp. It vibes so good, hitting me inside and out. I move the camera angle so he can watch as I give the toy a few little wiggles, my hips arching.
“Oh god—I’m so close, Jake,” I whisper.
“So am I. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. Come for me, baby girl.”
Between his voice and the vibrations, I crest my high so hard and so fast. I come apart, crying out for him, convulsing with each wave of my orgasm. I clench around the toy, strangling it with my pussy, as it buzzes against my clit. I’m hot all over and then I’m shaking, jerking it loose and tossing it on the bed next to me.
I sink back against the pillows, flipping the camera to look at him. He’s breathing hard too, his eyes glassy. We came together. Even through the phone, our bodies are so in sync with each other. We may be separated by circumstance, but this man holds a piece of my soul.
I lick my parched lips, waiting for him to look up at me. When he does, I see the relaxation there. “Better?” I murmur.
“Much,” he replies.
“I can’t offer you more right now, Jake.”
He nods. “I know.”
“But at least you got to say goodbye.”
“That was a goodbye to who we were in Seattle. Two strangers lost and alone.” He looks straight at me, his eyes burning with intensity. “But we’re not strangers anymore. My name is Jake Compton, and I’m the starting defenseman for the Jacksonville Rays. I like sushi and the color blue, and I drink my coffee black. I have a twin sister, and I hate all flavors of sparkling water. And I am not going anywhere, Rachel.”
“Jake…”
“You give me a chance, and I’ll be so damn good to you. I’ll treat you so right, baby. You’re it for me.”
I sit up, eyes wide. “Jake—what?”
He chuckles. “Easy, I’m not out here about to propose. I’m not that crazy. I’m just saying I’m in. You want a friend, you got one. A boyfriend, great. A fuck buddy, I’m there. You just name the time and the place. Because we are not strangers, Rachel. And I refuse to act like it. I’m not gonna tiptoe around my life pretending you’re not in it when you are. And if you don’t like it then…well that’s just too damn bad. You made a choice for both of us in Seattle, now I’m making this choice.”
I smile, settling back against the pillows. “Relax, Jake. I like it too. We’re friends.”
He raises a dark brow. “With benefits?”
I purse my lips. “Friends.”
“Right, friends working on the conditions of their friendship, to include a provision about benefits.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes. “You better get back to your table.”
“I guarantee you they left without me. I bet they think I ducked out to avoid paying the bill.”
Just then I hear a thundering pound at the door. “Jake! Jeez, man, you die in there?”
“Hold on!” Jake bellows.
I snort. “Goodnight, Jake.”
“Night, Seattle. See you tomorrow, bright and early.”
I raise a brow. “Bright and early?”
He flashes me a devilish grin. “Didn’t you check your schedule? You’re doing physicals tomorrow.”
“Yeah…”
“Well, I’m your first patient.”
I groan.
“Better get in that beauty sleep, Seattle Girl. I can be quite a handful in the morning. And I’m nothing compared to the rest of the guys.”
“Oh god. They’re gonna start hazing me tomorrow, aren’t they?”
He laughs. “You know it.” Then he hangs up, leaving me blissed out on my bed with a buzzing vibrator.