by Dee Palmer
The only good thing about him leaving is that he’s taking the company jet and I can hug him until the very last minute when he will have to pry my arms from his trim waist to climb the few steps to board the plane. “I’ve gotta go, beautiful.” My arms constrict like a snake at those words, but with enormous effort, I give him one last squeeze and let him go. He hugs Will who is standing just behind me and climbs the steps.
“I’m gonna expect lots of phone sex!” I blurt, and he turns at the doorway. His glorious grin widens with wickedness, and I squirm under his heated gaze.
“I’m going to expect lots of video phone sex.” I give an exaggerated body shudder to show my approval and blow him one last kiss. I stand back and reach for Will’s hand as Jason’s plane taxis out on to the runway.
“You really love him?” Will scrunches his face and rubs his chin as if he posed a puzzling question. I slap him hard on his taut tummy. He tenses but doesn’t flinch.
“Well, duh!” I roll my eyes, only to freeze when I hear the thunder of the engines prepare for take-off. “More than anything,” I say, but the words are drowned out but the roar of the Stone jet hurtling down the runway. Will tugs me and I follow him back into the airport.
“Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” Will says, and I quirk my brow at his comment and bite my lips together.
“Don’t look at me like that. I am under pain of death to make sure you rest.” He cups his package between his legs as an afterthought. “And I value my bollocks too much to try anything else. Even if Jason is three thousand miles away.”
“It’s not Jason you need to worry about if you tried something. Trust me. And it’s definitely your bollocks that would be in danger,” I remark with a sly and sinister smile
“Tease.” He grins, and I snort out a laugh. “I know my place, don’t worry. Only when invited. However, this week and the next, please consider me your personal slave. Because I happen to agree with my brother on this. You are very precious and need to rest.” His playful tone switches to sweetly sincere half-way though, and I squeeze the hand he is still holding.
“Jason never said you were a sweetheart,” I gush, fan myself and dip in a mock swoon.
“I can imagine. What did he say I was?” He ignores my attempt to mock.
“Mostly a pain in the arse.”
“Yeah, well that makes two of us.”
“But you’re both a nice pain in my arse.” I wiggle my brows playfully.
“Really? You’re going there?” He shakes his head and groans. I giggle, not remotely sorry that he has to shove his other hand down the front of his board shorts to make a quick adjustment. “This is going to be torture isn’t it?”
“It is what I’m good at.” I snicker.
The place Will has been asked to house-sit is amazing, not big, but it’s quaint and homey. Bare, wooden floors and white-washed walls, one large open-plan room that looks out across an almost deserted beach and a crystal clear, calm ocean. I spend the days lounging on the terrace, maybe take a stroll along the beach with Will. The evenings we chat, watch a movie or I kick his arse at Halo on the Xbox—much to his irritation. But it shouldn’t be a surprise since my best friend is a guy, and it was either learn or lose complete control over the television. Whatever I end up doing though, I make sure I’m back in my bedroom by six in the evening. Because, with the time difference, that is when Jason is also in his bed. Each night since he left over a week ago, he’s called at that exact time and now, just nearing that hour is like ringing the bell for Pavlov’s dogs but in my panties. I close my book and swing my legs to stand, a mix of excitement and sexual frustration keeps my nerves tingling and definitely gives me a spring to my step.
“Is it that time already?” Will looks at his watch but he knows from my grin that it is; it really is. “Mind if I join you?” His voice drops and I stop short in the doorway. I lift my sunglasses off my eyes to check if he is joking. The searing heat in his eyes is deadly serious, and suddenly, my mouth is very dry.
“I can ask.” He looks so much like his brother, although they are poles apart in personality. No, that’s not right. They are both passionate, kind, loving, and sexy as all hell, but Will is less intense, more carefree maybe, certainly less dominant. He is still a dominant, just nowhere near the end of the spectrum where you would find the likes of Jason, or Daniel for that matter.
“I’d like that.” He clears his throat, and I nod my head for him to follow me inside. I hear his feet pad on the floorboards behind me and fall silent when they cross onto the rug in my room. He sits in the large wicker chair in the corner of the room, and I climb on my bed. I sit cross-legged in my loose shorts, bikini top and nothing else. I pull the arm of the television stand across and fix it to just in front and above me. Will took the TV off and helped me to adjust it to hold my iPad for my video calls with Jason and for a better ‘hands-free’ experience. On the dot, my iPad chimes with the Skype ring tone, and I shift to get comfortable. Jason’s face fills the screen, and my heart aches and warms.
“Hey, beautiful.” His voice is like rich chocolate and raw with pent-up lust.
“Hey.” My mouth is instantly dry, and I drag my tongue over my parched lips. His eyes zero in on the movement and he waits until I have finished before he speaks.
“How’s my baby?” He beams, and my hand instantly covers my abdomen.
“All good. Fuck, I miss you.” I touch the screen, and he closes his eyes when my palm presses the screen over his face. Silly, yet I can almost feel his stubble on my fingertips.
“Me too, beautiful…me too. Not long now though. Tell me about your day. I miss your voice.” He is unashamed of how sappy he might sound, and I fucking love him for that.
“Is that all you miss?” I’m always turned-on before the call even goes through. Just the thought, the anticipation, but tonight, with Will staring at me, I am more than a little eager.
“Oh baby, we’ll get to that, I promise.” His lids look heavy, and his sensual tone makes my toes curl.
“About that…I have company.”
“You do, hmm? Do you want to play?” He sounds cautious, and his brows furrow with unease.
“Do you want me to?” I’m not second-guessing this; it’s important that he is okay with it.
“No, but if it’s what you need,” he clarifies, and his expression relaxes.
“I need you.” I state as an absolute, irrefutable fact. I think his chest might’ve puffed with pride at that, just a little. He’s adorable.
“He can watch, but no touching.” Jason states loudly—not for my benefit—and Will mutters something not so complimentary. Luckily for him, Jason doesn’t hear, or I am pretty sure that offer would be off the table too. “Not negotiable, and only if that’s okay with you, beautiful?”
“That’s pretty fucking hot, so yeah I’m cool with that. Will?” I tilt my head away from the screen to check.
“I take it the no touching just refers to me touching Sam?” His voice travels loud and clear, and I smirk just after Jason does.
“Yeah, Will, that’s exactly what I’m referring to.” I watch Jason’s face for any sign of unease, but his mouth is slicing his handsome face with a flashy wide smile and his eyes seem to sparkle with latent lust. “Okay, beautiful, tell me about your day.”
“Seriously?” Will grumbles.
“You can always fuck right off, Will,” Jason snaps. “This isn’t about you getting off. If that’s all you want, go call a sex line. I want to talk with my girl.” Will lets out an exasperated breath, but doesn’t make to move. In fact, he slouches down and pops the first button of his jeans. I sit up and start to tell Jason about everything and nothing. Nothing much happened today that was any different from the other days, but he asks me lots of questions all the same. He makes me laugh and tells me a little of what he’s doing. I look over to Will who looks like he has dozed off.
“We might have a barbecue tonight. The weather is warm enough, and Will bought s
ome steaks at the market earlier,” I ramble on.
“Take off your top,” he asks in such a level tone it takes a moment to register the words. I swallow thickly when I do. I loosen the bow around my neck and reach behind me and do the same to the back strap. The string bikini top falls into my lap.
“Lose the shorts.” His voice drops to a deeper, rougher timbre that makes the hairs on my neck stand to attention. They are not alone. Jason tilts his screen so I have a full view of his naked body, his fist pumping slowly up and down the length of his achingly impressive erection. A small whimper escapes my throat, and I bite my lips, holding the sound captive. “Sam?” he growls, and I jump to my knees and quickly shimmy out of my shorts and sit back in just my bikini bottoms. My eyes are fixed on his slow moving hand and my tongue darts out to wet my lips when I see the first drop of moisture on his thick crown. Damn.
“Hold your tits and pinch your nipples. Lift them high for me, baby. Yes, just like that. You know when you push them together like that the only thing I want to do is slide my cock between them and hold your head so you can kiss my tip every time I thrust.” His voice drops low and husky.
“Oh God, I’d love that.” I pinch my nipples hard and a spark of pain and electricity shoots straight to my clit. I’m still kneeling, but I have to squeeze my thighs together to try and ease the searing heat and ache that is building.
“You’d let me fuck your tits?” His words may sound like a question, yet the intonation is all statement. I answer anyway.
“I’d let you do anything, Sir.” My breathy response makes his jaw tense, and his Adam’s apple bulges with the rise and fall in his throat.
“Fuck! Lose the bottoms. I want to see how wet you are.” The gravelly timbre in his voice is so low, he coughs to clear his throat before he orders. “Sit back and pull your knees up, spread them wide for me, beautiful.” I’m mesmerized by his languid strokes, and in my peripheral vision, I can see Will mirroring the moment I see on screen. It’s like a high definition 4D experience. Sight, sound, and smell all bombard my body, and I sizzle with anticipation and desire. I tug the ties of my bikini bottoms and push them away. Sitting back I slowly draw my knees to my chest. I watch Jason’s chest rise and fall then halt on a sharp inhale. I hear Will’s breath catch at the same time I place my hands on my knees and push my legs wide open. I am dripping.
“Use just one finger and take a taste for me,” he commands, and I visibly shiver. I lick the pad of my thumb and draw it down the centre of my body then switch to my middle finger when I reach the top of my folds. It slides easily along my slick core, down the centre, feather-light and very, very wet. I pull my hand away and up to my face. I hold his gaze as he holds his breath. Searing heat and electricity crackle between us all and through the screen as if there was no screen at all, no barrier. I open my mouth and push my finger in, wrap my lips tight and slowly bring it back out.
“Holy shit!” Will groans, and my eyes flick to see his cock straining in his white-knuckle grip. A deep pull inside me grows to an unbearable ache, and the muscles in my thighs twitch, eager for some relief.
“How do you taste?” Jason’s voice rakes over my body like his nails would my sensitive skin. I am on fire.
“Like I really want you.” I gasp and writhe, unable to keep my body still.
“Show me…show me how much you want me…Touch yourself, now.” His tone is stern, and I don’t hesitate to do exactly what he wants. I’m so desperate and needy, already teetering on the edge. My fingers sweep between my legs, and I arch into the contact, a few soft circles of my clit before I put a little more pressure and rub up and down in a rhythmic curl of my fingers.
“Open your lips, slide a finger right in, tell me how that feels, Sam.” I do as he says and force myself to hold his intense gaze, because all I want to do is roll my eyes back, close my lids, and enjoy being fucked by his unbelievably sexy voice. I bite back a whimper, and my tummy muscles clamp down at the first erotic wave of my climax.
“Stop,” he calls out, and I freeze, my eyes wide with surprise. I pant out a breath to fight the build-up that had begun. It’s not necessary; on his order, my burgeoning wave disintegrated in my hand. I close my lips over my teeth in a growl but hold my position, unmoving. “Did I stutter?” he asks with astonishing calm while I’m a stunned and aching mess.
“What? I have stopped.” My voice is pitched and a little whiny. I can’t help it, he makes me whine.
“I asked you a question, Sam. I expect an answer,” he states flatly, and I have to bite my tongue. This may be playtime, but still when we play, I know my place.
“I’m wet.” I sigh and grind a little into my hand. “I’m very, very wet, Sir, and—” I swipe my middle finger over the soft sensitive tissue just inside of me and let out a deep satisfied moan. If he tells me to stop again I’m not listening.
“Good…go on,” he encourages with a deep groan.
“I ache. My fingers aren’t enough. I want you.” I tilt my hips to get more friction, my frustration evident in my voice.
“Where?”
“I want you inside me. Your big cock pushing inside, right here.” I arch and pump my fingers in and out, thrusting two as deep as I can. It’s not enough; it will never be enough. “I miss you.” I sigh and am hit with a wave of sadness that threatens this erotic little tableaux.
“I know, beautiful. Me too. Stay with me.” His sensual plea brings me back, and his demands secure me there…right there with him. “Squeeze your breast, tease your nipple…you know that’s what my mouth would be doing right now…do it for me.”
“Yes.” I gasp, my hips rolling onto my hand. “Jason I-I …please?” I cry out, breathless, my body on fire, tingling, sizzling, scorching heat peppering my skin with a sheen of moisture.
“Please what?” How can he be so fucking calm?
“Please, I need to come.” I beg.
“Then you need to ask nicely,” he states, his hand is flying at a rapid pace on his shaft, and I can feel the heat and want, radiating in tidal waves. It’s enough…just enough.
“Please may I come, Sir? Please? I can feel my muscle twitch on my fingers…just one word from you and you will send me spiralling…crashing…coming. Please?” I plead.
“Come for me, beautiful. Come now,” he demands, and I obey. I curl my finger round and press just where I need, riding the crest and nurturing the high with the heel of my hand, prolonging the pleasure. A fraction of what I need and get from him in the flesh. But needs must…and my need is softly simmering as my climax ebbs and I come back to Earth. I had closed my eyes, when I open them, the vision before me is enough to set me off again. Jason sprawled back on the bed in all his naked glory, his still-hard cock in his hand and a slick spray of his mess on his stomach. I lick my lips at the sight.
“If only, beautiful…if only. Fuck, when are you coming home?” He squeezes the base of his cock and a tiny river of his own climax dribbles over his knuckles. Damn.
“Soon. I have a doctor’s appointment in a couple of days. I feel fine so I think—”
“Ahem!” Will coughs an interruption, and my mouth drops open and possibly waters. His cock looks painfully hard in his fist, and from where I am, I can see every other muscle is also just as tense: clenched jaw, pinched brow, and the muscles in his forearm taut and bulging.
“Oh.” I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip, before biting down.
“What?” Jason’s voice is suddenly filled with concern.
“Um, Will didn’t…he’s…um… He might need a little more help.” I snicker and arch a brow in lieu of an actual question.
“Tough,” Jason states as coldly and effectively as an ice bucket challenge.
“Jason, that’s just mean.” I try to mediate between two raging mountains of testosterone “This was super hot with him watching, and it’s only fair I help him out.”
“You think so, beautiful, but you mistake me for someone who cares about that,” he clips, and I win
ce at his resolute words. “I don’t give a fuck that my brother has a hard-on from hell. He heard, just as well as I did, that you were about to come.” His tone brooks no argument, and I know better than to try. I can’t imagine how much just having Will this close must be killing him when he is so far away. I pull my legs together and offer a slight shrug and an apologetic smile at Will’s scowling face.
Will stands abruptly and drags his jeans awkwardly over his steely erection. I wince when he roughly pulls the zip shut. He walks over and pulls the screen to face him.
“You are a motherfucking sadist.” He snarls at the screen.
“And you are an idiot,” Jason retorts, his clipped voice not at all playful. Will storms out of the room, and I snatch the screen back.
“Well, that escalated quickly.” I grimace, and once I’m sure Will is out of earshot, ask, “What the hell was that?” I’m completely stunned.
“That was my brother overstepping the line.” Jason looks unfazed, but I’m rocked at the monumental switch in atmosphere.
“What do you mean? He just didn’t finish when we did. That’s hardly worth falling out over.” I check to see if Will is going to reappear, but there is no movement outside my room, no sound at all.
“No, he had plenty of time, the same warning I did. He had a blow-by-fucking-blow countdown. He chose not to come,” Jason states through gritted teeth, anger evident in his ticking jaw and curt tone.
“Why would he do that?” I shake my head in disbelief.
“Sam…” His soft smile is accompanied with a wry tilt of his head. He waits for me to catch up with his line of thinking. It takes moment but I get there.
“Oh…no. I don’t think you’re right.” I shake my head more emphatically. He can’t be right, Will doesn’t think of me like that.
“I hope I’m not.” He mutters and doesn’t look remotely convinced.
“It was a timing thing.” I wave my hand in a dismissive brush off.
“Maybe, but he completely mistimed if he thought I would be okay with you two playing when I’m thousands of fucking miles away.” He makes a very valid point, and I slowly nod in agreement. I let out a heavy breath.