“Yes, I just…” I paused and caught my breath from my pounding heart. I never realized how much I needed Goldie until she was untouchable. “I miss you,” I admitted.

“You’re killing me,” she said as I heard her shift again.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m giving the old beany boo a tickle. Keep talking, your voice alone will make me come all over my damn fingers.

“Fuck, Goldie. What did I tell you about touching yourself? Whose pussy does that belong to?”

I heard her huff out a breath. “Well, since it’s attached to my little v-section here I would say mine but by the tone in your voice, I guess I have to say you.”

“You have to say?”

“God, you’re demanding tonight.”

“Who does your pussy belong to, little one?” I asked between clenched teeth.

“You,” she said breathlessly, still shifting.

“Goldie! Are you still touching yourself?”

“What?! No…”

“Do you know what happens to liars?”

“They climax while their boyfriend tells them how much he would love to eat them out?”

I shook my head and held back the smile that was trying to cross my face.

“They’re brought to the edge of orgasm while being tied down and then they never fall over because they are left hanging…for the night.”

“You wouldn’t…”

“I so fucking would so remove your hand from the delicious pussy of yours.”

She moaned in the phone as her breath picked up.”

“Goldie…” I reprimanded.

“Oh….God…” she breathed out. “I wish you were here, sucking on my hard nipples right now. They’re so fucking hard, Jett.”

I gripped the back of my neck as I took a deep breath of frustration. Frustration for not being able to be the one who brought my girl to orgasm. My erection from just hearing her breath pressed against the zipper of my pants and I shifted in my seat to get a little more comfortable.

I pressed the intercom to my driver and said, “Drive around until I’m ready to go back to the club.”

Thankfully the limo I was in was completely closed off from the public and my driver. I unclasped my belt and pulled down my pants until my erection sprang free.

“Please tell me that was your zipper that I just heard.”

“Do you have something you have to say to me?” I asked as I started stroking myself. My head fell back as images of Goldie ran through my mind.

“I’m so fucking here to submit to you, Jett. God, I want you so bad.”

“Tell me, little one. Are you naked?”

“I am.”

“How do the sheets feel against your gorgeous naked body?”

“Not as good as your hands would feel.”

“Where would you want me to touch you?”

Her breathing hitched as she said, “I would want you to play with my nipples. I swear if nipples could have blue balls, mine would have the biggest blue balls known to man. They’re just begging for your touch, for your fingers to roll them and then for your mouth to claim them.”

A tingling sensation shot up my spine from her words.

“If I was there, I would not only claim your nipples but I would bite them until you moaned my name, then my mouth would travel down your stomach until I hovered right above your pussy. From there, I would tease you with little flicks of my tongue until you were sopping wet. Tell me, little one, how wet are you now?”

Her voice was strained as she said, “So unbelievably wet.”

“Where are your fingers, little one? Are they inside, buried deep or are they just teasing that little nub of yours?”

“Teasing.”

My strokes started to pick up, envisioning her just stroking herself but never going deep enough, like I do.

“I want you to bury your fingers inside you like I would. I want to hear you moan from the pressure you put on your clit while you finger yourself.”

“I don’t know how…” she said breathlessly.

“Yes, you do, little one. Just stick two of those beautiful fingers inside you and press down on your clit with your thumb. Do this for me, little one. Please me.”

“There’s nothing I want more,” she said as she moaned out my name.

My cock twitched in my hand from the little mews coming through the phone.

“Oh…God.” She panted. “Oh fuck, Jett…”

“Are you going to come?” I asked as my release neared.

“Yes, please, may I come?”

“Pull your hand away,” I demanded, trying to stretch out my orgasm.

“What?!”

“You heard me, pull away.”

A strangled cry escaped her mouth, indicating her displeasure with my command.

“Tell me, little one, what kind of sensations are rolling around in you right now? If you do a good job describing them to me, I will let you come.”

“I’m numb.” She breathed out. “My clit is throbbing uncontrollably as my legs tingle with passion. Passion that you gave me, that you made me feel. There is a fire that built up in the pit of my stomach and if I don’t come soon I think I might combust. Fuck, if I was a guy, my erection would win a goddamn prize at a county fair. My lady balls are in your hand, Jett, please let me come.”

I didn’t hesitate because I could feel my balls tighten and my impending release start to come forth as I squeezed the tip of my cock. “You may come, little one.”

“Thank fuccccck,” she drawled out as her breathing picked up and unintelligible moans flew out of her mouth.

Hearing her come over the phone was my undoing. I leaned over and pumped my hand up and down until every last drop was out of me.

“Holy cock and balls, that was amazing,” Goldie said over the phone, making me laugh.

“It could have been better,” I breathed out.

“Well, I’ll take phone sex Jett over no sex Jett right now any day. Thank you for lending your pussy to me. I hope it had a good time.”

I laughed. “Don’t make a habit of it. I’m not very good at sharing.”

“Sharing is caring, Jethro.”

“Jethro?”

“Not your full name?”

I laughed again. “No, it’s just Jett.”

“Well, that’s boring. Are you sure it’s not Jethro or maybe Jettispher or Jettonathan.”

“You nailed it on the head, Jettonathan is my real name. How did you ever guess?” I said sarcastically.

“I’m just that good,” she said in the phone with arrogance.

I told the driver to head back to the club and then sighed as I looked out the window.

“I miss you, little one.”

“I miss you more, Jettonathan.”

“Let me guess, that’s going to stick?”

“Yeah, you’re totally fucked. Sorry.”

Chapter Thirty Five

“Come with Me Now”

Lo

A loud knocking sounded at my door followed by Kace popping into my room unexpectedly. It felt like déjà vu and as I wiped sleep from my eyes, I could have sworn I was back at the Lafayette Club, late for a practice until I saw the small room that I occupied.

“What the hell?” I said as I tried to make out Kace’s body.

“Are you seriously just waking up right now?”

“Are you seriously barging in my room…again? For the love of God, get a hobby.”

“It’s noon and you’re not answering your phone.”

“It’s noon?” I asked while looking around. “God, that phone sex must have really taken it out of me.”

Kace’s jaw tightened and that’s when I saw the white bandaging that was wrapped around his arm.

My hand flew over my mouth as I stumbled out of bed, he caught me but winced from having to use his arm. Thankfully I got dressed after my little phone convo with Jett or else Kace would have had a handful of naked breasts right now.

“God, I’m sorry.” I straightened up. “Are you okay?” I asked while eyeing his bandage.

“Just a scratch. How come you’re not answering your phone?”

“Uh, just a scratch? A fucking bullet went through your skin.”

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” Kace ignored me…like usual.

I threw my hands up in frustration and went to my phone.

“It’s dead. I guess I didn’t plug it in last night.” I grabbed the cord and plugged the damn thing in. “Why? Do you have a secret you have to tell me? Did you finally lose your virginity last night and you want to talk about it?”