A notification alert popped up informing her that she had a Snap from Dex. She tapped the little blue chat bubble and waited for the Snap to load. A picture popped up and Cayla was quite sure drool rolled down her chin. In fact, she was so mystified that her phone slid out of her hand and made a resounding “thunk” when it hit her in the face. Ouch. She bought the phone back to her ear.
“Dex. You sent me a dick pic! In real life?” she asked as she rubbed her face and prayed she didn’t have a bruise. Her brain caught up with her mouth and she cringed. She hated using the “D” word.
“Yes,” he answered unabashed. “Asked and answered. You have another ten seconds to see it again unless you take a screenshot. Cayla swiped her screen. Dex chuckled a few seconds later. “It notifies me when you do that.”
Cayla smiled to herself. “I know. Just know I have perfect blackmail material.”
“Or masturbation material,” Dex supplied. “Let me know when you do. I’d love to hear about it. Or watch.”
Cayla’s blood pressure spiked, and she squirmed in her bed. She couldn’t shake the image of Dex watching her pleasuring herself while he stroked himself. It was easier to imagine than it was ten minutes ago thanks to the picture burning up her phone. He made her lustful, and she didn’t like it.
“What’s your goal here, Dex?” She heard him yawn and stretch and immediately imagined his muscles flexing with each move, his strong thighs shifting him in a different position, his hardness lying against his belly like it was in the photo. Damn.
“I have many goals, but at least one should be obvious by now,” he continued when she didn’t respond. “I want you. I’m dying to taste you and give you pleasure with my tongue.” Cayla bit her lip to keep from moaning. “Then I want to bury myself deep inside of you and feel you cum all around me.” Cayla wasn’t sure if it was possible to have an orgasm from suggestions, but she was certain Dex had the power to make her find out.
“I can’t orgasm from intercourse.” That’s it! She was taking her battery out and not talking on the phone for the next week.
Dex scoffed. “That’s not true sweetheart, they just weren’t doing it right.”
“No, really, I read an article once…”
“And the person who wrote the article was a bitter man or woman who either didn’t know what they were doing or haven’t met the right person,” Dex interjected dismissively. “You can and will. Trust me.”
Cayla felt suddenly tired. She’d gotten closer to Dex in a ten-minute phone call than she had over the last few months they’d known each other. At this rate, she’d jump him at the airport. She could not and would not be the conquest of another self-centered man.
“I’ll be home in time for Valentine’s day.” His announcement brought her back to the present. “Do you want to be my date?”
If her hormones were in charge they would say, “Skip the date and meet me at my house.” But, her brain decided to show up instead. “Dex, we talked about this at the wedding.”
“We didn’t discuss much. You made a statement, and I dismissed it. I don’t know what happened in the past, but I know we have tangible chemistry that we should explore.” Dex yawned before continuing, “Three weeks Cayla. Have some wet dreams about me.”
He was gone before she could respond. And, much to her chagrin, she missed him already. Cayla vowed to push Dex out of her mind; well, she would after taking another look at the picture he’d sent her.
Damn.
Chapter 4
Cayla let herself into her home and breathed a sigh of relief. Another week gone, and she was one day closer to leaving paid hell. She breathed in the lavender scented air of her home and some of the tension eased out of her shoulders. She was in her sanctuary. She kicked off her stiletto pumps and pulled the elastic out of her hair releasing her ponytail. After running her fingers through her hair and rubbing her scalp, her relaxation was up another five percent. Now that she’d placed her purse and keys in their rightful place, she grabbed her cell and picked up her heels en route to her bedroom.
Within ten minutes, her phone was on the bathroom counter playing her relaxation playlist, her shoes were in the closet, and her clothes were in the hamper; her naked body slowly slid into a warm bath laced with a relaxing herbal blend. A warm towel covered her eyes, and her head rested on a bath pillow. This is the life. Cayla’s relaxation level had reached a successful Eighty-five percent. Dex lurked in the last fifteen percent, and since meeting him she hadn’t been able to reach the optimal level of one-hundred percent relaxation.
She’d just left happy hour with Natalia and Kalilah, but she didn’t have a chance to discuss the picture or her phone conversation with Dex. Okay, that phone call was two weeks ago to the day, and they’ve been to happy hour three times since Kalilah had returned; it was classic avoidance of the subject. Although she would never show his picture, she could have at least discussed it.
Bottom line: she was flustered. He’d called two weeks ago with hot promises then vanished so thoroughly she’d almost felt like she’d imagined it. All it took was a deeper look into a well-hidden folder in her phone to remind her that she wasn’t crazy. Fifteen minutes and a good bath later, Cayla was wrapped in a plush robe and ready for some chick flicks.
She jumped when her doorbell rang; she froze in place lest it was an unwanted guest. The sound of a big vehicle starting and speeding off made her wonder if she’d just received a package. She checked the time on her phone; 7 PM was kind of late for package delivery. A quick peep around her door answered her question; an unexpected package waited on her doormat. Cayla placed the package on the table and studied the label. It was from Dex. Her stomach flipped excitedly as she ripped open the box. Maybe it was some badass souvenirs or some special chef spices. Her mind ticked off thousands of possibilities as she slid a rectangular box out of its packaging.
Cayla set it on the table and ran her fingers over the smooth wood of the case; it was a nice box. She lifted the lid, but shocked fingers dropped it back into place. No way! Cayla circled the table, eyeing the box like she was a detective, and it was a hostile suspect. It couldn’t be. She lifted the lid again to ensure she wasn’t hallucinating. She wasn’t. Lid dropped. Another stare down ensued.
“Stop being ridiculous. You’re a grown woman,” she mumbled to herself and settled on her couch with the box tucked under her arm. Her unexpected “gift” now rested on the coffee table in front of her. Cayla took a deep breath and opened it again. This time, she reached for the note on top and slid it open with slightly shaky fingers.
To keep you warm at night.
-Dex
P.S. It is an EXACT replica molded from the source. Enjoy!
“Only Dex.” Cayla sighed and picked the flesh colored dildo that rested in the box. There was a pack of batteries in the box, as well. Correction: flesh colored vibrator. Her curiosity spiked, and the embarrassment faded. Her thumb traced a vein and her hormones joined the party. Do a test stroke, they said. You should try it, they said. Let’s see if it fits in your mouth, they said.
Luckily, curiosity was still running the show, and she needed to know if he was serious. Now in investigation mode, Cayla called up the picture on her phone and performed a comparison. Her analytical brain kicked in, and she studied the device and the picture. He wasn’t lying. She tested the weight, of course the real thing would be different, but the length and width was all him. Oh, my. His…member was fantastic. She tried to circle her fingers around it; but not quite.
Her original plan was to call him and give him a lecture about sending women sex toys, but she suspected that he was expecting her to freak out like she did. What would Kalilah do? Her naughty side formed a new idea.
Dex was in Palma, Spain, perched on a barstool having a riveting debate on the best Spanish wine when his phone pinged. He smiled when he saw the name. She got it. He closed his bar tab and waved to his new friends before retreating to his room; it was after midnight anyway. After an ac
celerated bed time routine, he was settled in bed and ready to be scolded by Cayla.
He completely ignored the fact that no woman, ex-girlfriends included, had ever had the power to make him leave a good time just to talk to her on the phone. He slightly frowned when he realized that he’d never invited anyone on his trips. Not even the thought of spending time with his family had ever spurred him to extend an invitation. Was he that horny?
Dex unlocked his screen and answered himself with a resounding YES! His mouth went desert dry, and he reached for his bottle of water. He was almost instantly hard.
Cayla: Where should I put it?
Cayla: How about here?
She’d attached a picture of her holding the vibrator near her open mouth. Her tongue slightly poked out like she was about to tease the tip. The little tease even had the nerve to take the selfie from what would be his point of view if she was kneeling in front of him.
Dex: Warm
Cayla: Here?
The next picture was another point of view picture of her pink tipped hands squeezing the vibrator between her lace covered golden mounds. What did Fergie call them? Ah. Her lady lumps. And what lovely lady lumps they were. He hadn’t seen them in all their glory, even in the picture he still couldn’t see any more of her breasts than what he would if she was wearing a tank top. But, this context was different. And the sight of his faux-wee settled snug between the breasts he was dying to motorboat had a firming effect on the real one.
Dex: Warmer
Cayla: So, here?
Dex groaned in the dark. The next little nugget of wonderful was of her lying in her bed. It was an almost full body picture of her. Her lace bra was peaking over the deep V of her spaghetti strap black nightgown. It was a clingy little number hugging to her slender torso, and the hem of it pooled at the top of her thighs. Her knees were bent, and the tip of the faux-wee was resting against her most important mound between open thighs. He’d mentally inserted himself between them, imagining her wrapping them around his waist.
Dex: Yes! Right fucking there.
Fuck this texting. He hit the phone icon, and she answered on the second ring. “Are you wearing panties?” he asked by way of greeting.
“Yes, you loon. I am fully clothed still.” She was slightly breathless. Teasing him must be turning her on.
“So, slide them to the side or take them off.” He worked to keep any sort of desperation out of his voice.
“Dex, we’re not having phone sex.” He could almost feel her rolling her eyes. It didn’t matter; he liked challenges. “Why would you make me a vibrator?”
Dex smiled at the question. The answer was obvious; he wanted to be the only guy she thought about when she got off. “I’m giving you a preview.” She scoffed before he continued. “Let’s put it like this: when you walk through the cosmetics section of a department store you have a lot of options, and the helpful people at the counter offer you in-store samples. But, the well-prepared reps provide samples that you can take home and try a few times. You know. See how it works with your body before you get the real thing.”
“Per your example, I would have to decide to want the real thing…”
“You want it; you just have to admit it.” She hummed with disagreement.
“I want a black one, Dex.” Dex swallowed a sigh. He had a lot of work to do. Their chemistry was almost magical, and she chose to be stuck on one insignificant detail.
“I can make another faux-wee in black. The colors are optional.”
“Man, Dex. I want a black man. Did you just call it a faux-wee?”
“Yes. Tell me your list.”
“My list?”
“Yes. Your list. You obviously have an idea of the perfect guy in that pretty head of yours.”
Cayla hummed like she was thinking. “Hmmm. Let’s see. He would need to be dependable and loyal, driven, self-sufficient…” She paused. Dex imagined her face scrunched up in concentration as she mentally double-checked her list. “…And a sense of humor.”
Dex rolled his eyes with such exaggeration that it rivaled Robert Downey Jr’s GIF; in fact, he sent her said GIF.
“What?” Her voice was laced with irritation.
“Your boring, generic ass list is what.”
Cayla scoffed. “There is nothing wrong with my list. Most women want stability and loyalty.”
“Well, get a pet or buy a new car. There is always more to a living, breathing man, and you’d be bored in ten minutes if a man with just those exact qualities was presented to you.”
“I would not!” Dex smiled, he almost believed her indignation.
“Yes, you would. That is not what women want.”
Another scoff. “And you are an expert?”
“Nope, but I’ve paid enough attention to know those stock answers are bullshit, and women really need to stop lying to themselves.”
“Do tell, Guru of Women, what do we want?”
“Well, chemistry for starters. If there isn’t something appealing about the guy, you’re not going to take the time to get to know him. To figure out the things you named would require getting to know him first.” Dex shifted to a more comfortable position and settled in for his speech. “Women say this crap, but everything y’all do contradicts the list.”
“In what way?” she asked, not really convinced.
“Well, the example I just gave you for one. Two, every romantic comedy you run to, every top-selling love story you buy, and every good love song you download all point to something completely different. Desire.”
Silence. Now he had her attention. “I’ve been dragged to quite a few of those movies and most of the time, if there is more than one love interest the nice one gets left. The guy you described is banished to friend zone hell because he didn’t make her wet.” She gasped. “Yup. He had all the right qualities on paper, but something was missing. Women want a man to protect and fight for her, to pay attention to whatever the fuck random shit pops into her head, remember the big stuff, notice the small things, and love everything else in between. Women want to be the center of her man’s world, within reason. Do you know what else you want, Cayla?”
“What?” she prompted barely louder than a whisper.
“You want that I-feel-like-I’m-going-to-die-if-I-don’t-kiss-you-soon, we’ll-run-to-each-other-across-the-beach, we-could-get-caught kind of passion.” Dex sipped his water before continuing. “You also want white-hot, bone melting, toe curling, back scratching, sheet gripping, pillow biting, earth-shattering orgasms.”
Dex adjusted his throbbing erection. His body ached for her, and she was too far away. His intentions to open her eyes up about what she really wanted backfired. It currently had him imagining all the ways he wanted to have her. She’d better be happy he didn’t have the power to teleport himself to her house because he would be inside her giving them what they both wanted. Needed.
“Those relationships end, Dex.” Her words meant nothing because she was trying to hide the desire in her tone. He slowly rubbed the hand up and down his length, adding a little pressure with the heel of his hand.
“Darling, everything ends.” He added emphasis on every syllable. “Ev…ery…thing. But, damn…wouldn’t you want it to be epic while it lasted?”
“Dex…” Off her lips, his name was a mix between a whisper and a moan. He knew she was searching for a rebuttal, but the way she said his name fanned the flame he fought to keep at bay. Just like that, the No Self-love Treaty his hand and dick made five weeks ago incinerated.
He freed himself and wrapped his free hand around his length and moved with slow light strokes. He rubbed his palm on his tip and used the moisture to lubricate his strokes. The familiar tingles of pleasure spread through his body. “Hmm,” he hummed with satisfaction as the sensations heightened.
“Dex, are you…” she started to inquire timidly.
“Yes…” he moaned. Five weeks of longing were crashing down on him, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to fin
d his release. Dex stilled his hand so he could ask her a question. “Cayla, have you ever been with a guy who was so hot for you that he couldn’t wait to have you? Like, the moment you are alone he presses you against or bends you over the first available surface then fucks you until you fall apart in his arms leaving you both sated and breathless…I think that is something every woman should experience.”
She didn’t answer so he continued. “I want you to do two things. One, really pinpoint what you truly want. Two, determine what an actual deal breaker is for you.” He started to stroke himself again. “One thing still hasn’t changed, Cayla.”
“What’s that?” she rasped. He could tell she was completely turned on. He knew she would - if she hadn’t started already - touch herself soon. He hoped it was with his gift. The image of her lying in bed with her golden thighs spread apart as she rubs her clit before pressing the vibrator inside of her and moaning his name almost pushed him over the edge.
“Mmm. I’ll be home in three days,” he said between moans. “I haven’t changed my mind.” He let out a soft grunt before continuing. “Do some Yoga or Pilates for… flexibility,” he moaned again and increased the pressure and speed of his strokes. “Darling, hang up unless you want to hear me cum.”
Chapter 5
Kalilah watched as the nail technician warmed her water and added the ingredients to her future mommy pedicure. She inhaled the citrus scents and happily exhaled. She loved pedicures, massages, manicures – scratch that – any type of procedure designed for pampering. She was waiting for her extra secretive ass sister. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Cayla was hiding something, and there was no better way than a pedicure to get to the bottom of it since she would be trapped for at least forty-five minutes with her ankles deep in water.
Kalilah felt a flutter and smiled at her slightly rounded belly. Her baby was probably moving around. She rubbed her belly and tried to imagine how his kicks will feel. According to her pregnancy app, she would feel his kicks soon. She looked at the diamonds and metal adorning her left ring finger and shook her head in amazement. It all still felt surreal being Mrs. Sinclair and a soon-to-be mommy.
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