LIKE (Social Media #2) (3 page)

“I just don’t have time for one.”

“Right. But you have time to chat online every Saturday night for hours and hours? You know, for someone who is extremely self-righteous when it comes to my bad behavior, you sure do have some good excuses to justify yours. At any rate, dirty is just a word. Exhibitionist sex can just as easily make you feel sexy. But for some reason you choose something negative.”

“Are you going to stop the Twitter chat or not?”

Her abrupt subject change is a signal that she’s done with the personal stuff, and that’s OK with me. I’m about finished as well. With the personal stuff. I’m just getting started with the sexual stuff.

“I told you. Make me come with words, over the phone. And I’ll put a stop to the chatter.”

“Why can’t you just be nice and do it without the phone sex?”

“Because I want you, Grace. And this is a good way to get what I want.”

She’s quiet for so long I almost think she hung up. But then I hear a small breath of air and I know she’s about to give in. “Grace,” I whisper, breaking her silence on the other end and unzipping my pants at the same time. “I’ve got my hand on my cock, ready to go. Forget about Twitter and think only about me.” She takes a deep breath on the other end of the line and I know… I can just feel it. This will be epic. “Talk to me, Grace. If you were here, what would you do to get me off?”

Chapter Two

#MrsInvisibleMan

I
TAKE
a deep breath.

“Grace?” he asks, a softer tone this time. His breath is heavier, like he’s relaxed.
Like he’s jerking off,
the cynical person inside me corrects. “I’m ready. I have my hand on my dick and you’re in front of me. What are you doing?”

I take another deep breath and then I swallow. Should I really do this?

“What’re you thinking?” he asks.

“I’m debating,” I tell him truthfully. “On whether or not I should cross this line with you.”

“So letting me fuck you in a tropical forest on Saint Thomas wasn’t crossing a line with me?”

“It was,” I interject. “But that’s different. That was a fantasy fling, this is reality. This is my life, Vaughn. I have a real life and those people on my Twitter feed are friends. You’re playing with my life. You’re…” I shake my head a little. I should not be having this conversation with him. I should not be letting him into my head at all. He’s a fun dream guy in the sex department, but as a real human being, Vaughn Asher is an asshole. I don’t want to go any further in this demented relationship and giving in to his demands right now would be a monumental mistake.

“I’m what?” he asks.

“You’re using me.”

“I’m not using you. I think we both had fun on the island. We can both have fun right now.”

“You’re forcing me to have phone sex with you.”

“I’m not forcing you—Grace, please. If you don’t want to, just hang up and I’ll never call you again. How’s that?”

“But if I do that, you won’t make things right, will you?”

“Oh,” he says with a chuckle. “I get it. You
want
me to force you. You want me to take away your decision in this matter, because you want to do it, you just want to go on pretending you don’t.”

I’m silent. Because he’s right. I want it both ways. I want the excitement of what he’s asking—what he’s offering. But I don’t want to take responsibility for choosing to allow him to treat me this way.

And that’s worse, isn’t it? Because I’m lying to myself. The least I can do is be honest. So I swallow down that fear and take another deep breath to steady myself. “I’m staring at you from across the room.”

“Mmmm,” he growls through the phone. “Why so far away?”

“Because…” I bite my lip to stop a smile. “Because the length of your cock has taken me by surprise. I never got a good look at it, and…” I stop to think. “And it’s very hard.”

“It is. It is
so
fucking hard right now. I wish you were here, in front of me.”

“What would you want me to do?”

“Only what you’re comfortable doing.”

Well, that makes me smile. “I’m walking over to you, slowly, so you can appreciate my body. I’m naked.” I giggle as soon as the words come out.

“As am I. How do I look?”

“God,” I say. “You look like a god.” A god I’d like to lick from top to bottom. But I don’t say that. I’ve written that. I’ve written worse, but I can’t say that out loud to him. I just can’t.

“Are you still nervous?”

“Yes,” I reply too quickly.

“OK, then since we’ve just met and this is our first time, maybe you shouldn’t be allowed to touch me.”

“No?”

“No. Maybe you should only be allowed to touch yourself. Kneel down in front of me, Grace.”

I don’t know what to do. Do I really kneel? Is this all pretend and we just say we’re doing things? I don’t get it.

“Are you kneeling? Don’t lie to me. I want you to kneel down and picture me naked, sitting on a black leather couch, my hand on my shaft, pumping up and down in a slow rhythm.”

“I’m sitting on my bed.” I figure this game might be fun, but only if I play along. “But I’m getting to my knees now.” I stand up and kneel down on the rug that lines the long edge of my bed and then put the phone in front of me and press the speaker icon. “I’m kneeling now.”

“Mmmm. And you put me on speaker, like a filthy little blue bird.”

“Now what?”

“You want me to do the talking?” he asks with an incredulous tone. “When you’re the one who needs the favor? Sweetie, please.”

“Mr. Asher,” I say in a low husky whisper. “I want you to tell me what you want so I can please you.”

He chuckles. “If I do, and I take care of the Twitter frenzy, you will owe me twice, darling. Do you really want to stack these favors like that?”

“Yes,” I say back immediately. “Because I have no idea what to do, OK? I just don’t. I’ve never done this before, I’m out of my element, and I’m starting to get horny.”

I hear that smile from a thousand miles away. “Are you naked?” he asks, his voice a little bit rougher.

“No, I’m just in shorts and a t-shirt.”

“If I take control, you will follow all my directions?”

“I swear.”

“OK,” he agrees too quickly and I have a wave of nausea wondering what that might mean. “Strip, grab your vibrator, and return to that kneeling position. And Grace? Don’t bother telling me you don’t have a vibrator. Now do as I say and describe to me in detail as you follow my directions.”

“OK, I’m standing. And now I’m pulling my shirt over my head.” I do that and drop the shirt on the floor.

“Do you have a bra on?”

“No.”

“Stop for a moment and play with your breasts. Tell me how they feel, so I can imagine I’m the one touching them.”

I cup my breasts and squeeze. “They’re soft, and they overfill my palm. “

“Mmmm. They overfill mine too. I love them.”

“If you were here, I’d want you to suck them.”

“If I was there, I’d lift them up to your lips and make you suck them yourself.”

Oh.

“Do that, Grace. I’d like you to do that.”

“I can’t,” I laugh.

“You won’t. OK, moving on. Take off the shorts.”

My brows knit together as I ponder what that quick capitulation might signify. “My shorts are unbuttoned so I’m pulling them down over my hips.” They fall to the floor with a soft whoosh. “Now they’re around my ankles.”

“Do you have panties on?”

“No.”

He chuckles. “Do you go commando often?”

“Yes. I don’t see the purpose of underwear when mine are so skimpy they barely count. What’s the point?”

“I’m not complaining. Now get your vibrator and tell me what kind it is.”

I walk over to my night stand and pull the top drawer open. “It’s a Lelo. It’s in a black satin drawstring bag. It’s pink, and it’s the Gigi.”

“Does it feel good when you use it?”

“Yes, it better, it cost enough.”

“Who do you think about when you use it, Grace?”

“You.”

There is nothing but silence.

“Asher?”

He clears his throat. “Kneel down on the floor, spread your legs, and place the vibrator against your clit.”

“I’m kneeling. My legs are open, and—” I pause to turn my Gigi on. “And it’s touching my clit.”

“What setting do you start it on?”

“Full.”

“I’ll let that go this time, since this is all new. But when I get a hold of you and your Gigi, it will never be set on full power, Grace. A toy is used to stimulate you for me, not to get yourself off.”

Whatever
, I think to myself. “Yes, Mr. Asher,” I say back to him. I’m never going to see him again and as fun as this could be, that shit right there is a mood-killer.

“I know you disagree, but that’s only because I’m not there. You think the toy is what makes you come, but it’s the visions of me that make you come. So, if we’re together, you won’t need the toy, Grace. Not for orgasms. Only for stimulation prior to my cock entering your ass or your pussy.”

Whoa. OK, I’m back. “I’m wet,” I tell him.

“Of course you are. You have a vibrator up against your pussy and we are discussing the limits.”

“Wait, what? Limits? We’re not talking limits, Asher. We’re phone-fucking one time.”

“Lie down on the floor.”

I huff out some air. He’s got me right now. I need him to stop that Twitter chatter before it gets worse.

“Stick the tip of the vibrator into your pussy, get it nice and wet, then remove it and rub it across your clit.”

I hesitate. I don’t make any noise, I swear. But I can hear him groan on the other end, like he knows. “Jesus,” I say, giving in and doing as he says. “Fine.”

“It’s not supposed to be torture, Grace. It’s supposed to be fun. And you know what? If you’re really not into it, then fuck it. Never mind.”

I get three quick beeps to let me know the call has ended and I just stare up at the ceiling. “What the fuck?” I pick the phone up and press redial. He picks up on the third ring. Like he was busy.

“What?” he barks.

“You’re like a little girl, you know that? A spoiled little girl who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her own way. I was playing along, Asher. But I’ve never done this stuff before and it’s embarrassing.” I huff out a disgusted sigh and then end my tirade with a, “Fuck you,” and the technology-age equivalent of a phone slam. A pointer finger press of the
End
tab.

“Asshole.” God, why do I let him make me so angry. He’s such a—

My thoughts are interrupted by a string of pings from my tablet. Great, what the fuck did he say now? I grab the tablet and check the Dirty Heaven list.

MovieStar @VaughnAsher – 1m

@FilthyBlueBird my deepest apologies. A hacker took over my feed but it’s in control now. Sorry to interrupt your fun.

Oh, so now I get the passive-aggressive bullshit? I don’t think so.

Grace @FilthyBlueBird

@VaughnAsher –
the party just started, don’t be too quick to leave. #FantasyOrReality

MovieStar @VaughnAsher

@FilthyBlueBird I figured you’d be embarrassed by all the dirty tweets coming out of your #FilthyBlueMouth.

A slew of tweets flood the stream, all dirty. Hashtags start appearing that would make a porn star blush.
#TakeMyButtVirginity
#SOHFSlipNSlide
There are even some I coined that play off his movie roles like
#ThatsNotMyHand #ItsTheInvisibleMan
and
#IManUltimateStalker #WatchMeSquirt #OnYourInvisibleTongue

Grace @FilthyBlueBird

@VaughnAsher –
#MrsInvisbleOnline and that’s the way I like it.

MovieStar @VaughnAsher

@FilthyBlueBird Do it any way you like, Blue Bird. Sing for me, I’m waiting to be wowed.