Debauched (Undone Book 3) (10 page)

I take her hand and press it to my lips before moving it to my cock, straining against the zipper of my jeans. “Does this feel like I’m faking?”

She shakes her head.

I release her hand and it travels back to the safety of my chest.

She sucks in a little breath. “Thank you for not laughing.”

I grip her neck and give her my most serious, most intent look. “Sweet or dirty, innocent or depraved I want to know it all.”

“I’ll try.”

I smile down at her. “That wasn’t so terrible, now was it?”

“Yes it was.”

I laugh. “But later, you’ll call me and tell me, won’t you?”

She starts to tremble and she clutches my shirt. “All right.”

I stroke down her spine. “You’re a good girl, Ruby.”

She shudders. Sucks in a stuttery gasp, gripping me tighter.

I fist her hair and tug so her face tilts. I lick her, and then scrape my teeth over her jaw. “You’re
my
good girl.”

She melts into me, and our mouths once again fuse together.

This girl is mine. She will come for me.

It’s just a matter of time and patience.

Ruby

I’m lying in bed, staring at my ceiling, panting for breath. I tried so hard to resist, not wanting to make the call I’d promised Chad, but in the end I hadn’t been able to deny the ache.

That’s never happened to me. I can always resist.

It’s two in the morning, I’m exhausted, and when I’d agreed to call him I’d convinced myself I’d go home and go to bed. That I’d have nothing to report.

The darkness enveloping me, I’d lain in bed, replaying the night over and over again until I burned with lust. It was such a strange experience, because it was nothing I’d ever felt. Before Chad infiltrated my thoughts orgasms had been functional, a once in a while occurrence to relieve stress, not neediness. Something I should do because it seemed the only thing I had available to prove I wasn’t sexually dead.

But tonight, I felt turned on. Hot. Wet. And swollen.

I don’t understand what Chad is doing to me. Or how he’s making me respond when no one else has.

The way he kissed, it was better than sex. Way better.

He kissed like I was the only woman in the world. That he’d never tasted anything so good in his life. Like he couldn’t get enough, but he’d been true to his word, and never gone further.

It had given me a freedom that was foreign to me.

I hadn’t had to think or plan what I was going to do. I didn’t have to think about what kind of guy he might be, what kind of sex he was into so I could play my part. I didn’t have to fake
anything
because he expected nothing from me. For the first time I let myself feel, surprised to find I could.

I glance at my phone, lying on the table next to me. I’d promised.

He’d made me a promise earlier tonight and kept to it. Now I had to do the same.

My cheeks flushed. I picked up my phone and pressed his number.

“Hello, Ruby.” His voice is sleepy.

I clear my throat. “Did I wake you?”

“You did, but I don’t mind.”

I bite my lip. “Should I have waited until morning?”

“No,” he says, his tone filled with that steady surety that soothes me. “If I’d wanted you to wait, I would have said so.”

A distant part recognizes what I’m doing and wants to stop me, but I’m too tired for that. I close my eyes. “All right. Thank you for a lovely evening.”

“You’re welcome. Are you busy after work?”

My heart leaps with excitement. “No.”

“Do you want to go see a movie?”

“Yes.” I’m almost embarrassed to admit to myself, that I would have said yes to almost anything to be with him. Oh god, I’m turning into one of those girls. I’m not sure I can handle it.

“Good.”

“All right then…” I clear my throat again. “Good night.”

Just as I think I’ve gotten off scot-free he says, “Aren’t you forgetting something, girl?”

A lightning bolt of need shoots straight through me. How many times have I witnessed Michael call Layla “girl” with an envy I can barely admit? My face heats. “Um… No?”

He chuckles low and lazy. “So you are not calling to tell me you fucked yourself with your fingers and came?”

He makes it sound so good. So delicious and wicked.

“Oh, that.” I try and make my voice light. “That too.”

“Tell me.” His voice lowers. “Say the words, I came thinking about you.”

I lick my lips, going hot all over again. “I came thinking about you.”

“Did you think about tonight?”

“Yes.” It’s so much easier when he asks me questions.

“Did you think about me standing over you?”

“Yes.” I had, I pictured him staring down at me, his blue eyes hot, his gaze intent. And the more I thought of it, the hotter I got.

“Did you play with your nipples?”

I don’t understand how he does it. My belly turns heavy with lust. “Yes.”

“And I watched you?”

“Yes.” My breathing kicks up.

“Are they hard and begging for attention right now?”

At the words, my nipples pull impossibly tight. I croak out, “Yes.”

“You’re going to touch them and listen to me talk. Your nipples are all I want you to touch, understand?”

“Okay.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. The part of me that always rears up tries to stop me, whispering this is wrong, that I shouldn’t, but I don’t let her win. Chad is accomplishing something no other man ever has, and I don’t want to stop.

“What are you wearing?”

“A tank top and underwear.” My tone is filled with breathless excitement.

“Lose the tank top.”

I work it over my head and toss it to the floor.

“I want you to sleep like that tonight, picture me behind you, playing with your breasts, my hard cock settling into the curve of your ass.”

The image is sharp and crystal clear, and I want it to be reality. “All right.”

“Are you lying on your back?”

“Yes.”

“Close your eyes, and think of me standing over you, and circle your nipples.”

My lashes flutter closed, my breath kicks up, and I drag my fingers over the puckered skin. I gasp, arching a little. I see him like he was tonight. His arms crossed, looking down at me.

“You do know at some point I’m going to be standing over you, watching you do this, don’t you, Ruby?”

The thought terrifies me and fills me with a needy anticipation. I want to protest it will never work, but don’t. Instead a needy whimper leaves my lips.

His voice grows lower, more intimate. “Do you like it soft, or hard?”

“Both.” My fingers move insistent over my nipples.

“Is soft more of a tease?”

“Yes.”

“I’m looking forward to having my mouth on them.”

I moan, and roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Just keep it soft until I tell you otherwise, okay?”

I slow my pace. I can’t help it. I don’t know why. I just find his instructions so reassuring. They relax me. I don’t have to think about anything but the sensations racing over my skin, heating places I thought didn’t exist. “Okay.”

“You have the most fantastic breasts, at some point very soon I’m going to play with them for hours.” He laughs, low and wicked. “And I do mean
hours.
”

I gasp, fingers tightening.

“I’m going to lick and suck and bite.”

“Chad.” His name is uttered in a voice I’ve never used before, full of throaty rasp.

“What do you need, Ruby?”

“I-I don’t know.” All I know is I want something only he can give me.

“You can picture it right now, me bending down, my mouth sucking, can’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever tried to lick your own nipples?”

His words shock me, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “No!”

That’s completely depraved.

“Your breasts are large enough to let your tongue play over them.”

“I’d never…” I trail off on a startled gasp as my fingers grip my nipple and tug.

“Remember, soft, Ruby. Gentle.”

I slow, my body breaking out in a sheen.

“Do me a favor, dip those fingers between your legs and tell me how wet you are.”

Yes. I want that. I slide my fingers into my panties to find myself wetter than I’ve ever been.

“Are you wet, Ruby?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now circle your nipples with your wet fingers.”

I can’t explain it, how he’s making me burn, or even
why
he’s making me burn. I’ve play acted before, stroking my nipples for some guy because he liked to watch, pretending I’m some porn star to get him off, but this is different.

It’s the dirtiest act I’ve ever engaged in.

It feels wrong, and right, and everything in between.

I gather my wetness and then paint it over my nipple, sucking in a breath.

“Again.”

I don’t even hesitate.

“Again.”

“Chad.” My voice is almost unrecognizable.

“Am I standing over you?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want me to do? Just watch you? Or lick your nipples?”

“Lick me.” I’d kill to have his mouth on my breasts right now.

“I’d lick your skin clean. Then start all over again.”

“Oh please.”

“I will, Ruby, I promise you that. Until then, lift your breast and do it for me.”

“I don’t think I can.” That’s too wicked. But even as I protest I want it, to pretend it’s him.

“We’ll see. Won’t we?”

“I…” I trail off.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.”

“Okay.”

“We’re going to get off the phone and when we do, you’re going to come hard for me. I want you to let it all go, okay? Don’t think about anything. You’re by yourself. You don’t even have to tell me what you did. I only have three requirements. Okay?”

“I’m listening.” I want to come so bad I’m about to explode.

“I want you to think of me, standing over you, my tongue sliding over your nipples. I want you to be completely abandoned. And lastly, I want you to do whatever comes naturally. I don’t want you to censor yourself at all. Does that sound fair?”

I nod and realize he can’t see me. “Yes. I’ll try.”

“Good girl. In return, I won’t even ask. Won’t even hint. You won’t have to tell me anything you did or thought. Unless you want to, of course.”

“Never,” I gasp out.

He laughs. “Entirely your choice, girl. Come hard. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, he’s gone.

I put the phone down. Thinking about the heat that laces all our conversations. The ways he makes me burn with something I don’t even have a name for. I close my eyes and think of him, exactly the way he described, as he instructed. I shudder.

I pull and tease my nipples as I’ve never done before. I promised him abandoned and even though he’s not here and he’ll never know, I give it to him. Here, by myself, with no one to worry about, I can be free.

I throw my head back, and tug on the hard buds, plucking them over and over again as I moan. My hips rise of their own volition. I call out his name into the darkness, feeling silly and hot all at the same time.

And finally, when I can stand it no more, I raise my breast; tilt my head and lick, my tongue brushing the very tip of my nipple. It throws me off a cliff I’ve never let myself experience, and I shove my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit as my tongue flicks over my nipple and I envision Chad watching me. Alternating between my lips and his.

I come in an explosion, crying out in abandon as the orgasm rocks through me. Reeling through a climax that goes on and on, barreling over me in endless, violent, mind-numbing waves.