Chapter Sixty-Two

Danica

HG: Good morning, il mio passerotto

Me: Mmm. Morning, HG.

Me: Two more days until you come home. . .

HG: I can’t wait to see your beautiful face

HG: What are your plans for the day?

Me: I have some admin work to get done today. No clients until later this afternoon, but thought I would swing by Jonathan’s to check and see how he is doing

HG: *scowls* Is that really necessary?

HG: Can’t that man-child take care of himself, already?

Me: Theo, he was shot

Me: At my place of business

Me: Because he was trying to help protect me. . .

HG: *sigh*

Me: Besides, he is one of my best friends, so you two are just going to have to find a way to get along with one another

HG: Do I have to? I feel like the asshole is always making heart eyes at you, and it really pisses me off

Me:

HG:

HG: La mia diavoletta. . . what aren’t you telling me?

Me: Well. . .

HG: Out with it

Me: Ok so, it’s really not a big deal. Nothing you need to concern yourself with, but Jay and I do have a *teeny tiny itsie bit* of history

HG: You fucking slept together, didn’t you?

Me: In my defense, he has a gorgeous body. Like, abs that were MADE for licking ice cream off of. . .

HG: I’m gonna fucking kill him

Me: No, you aren’t.

Me: Because you are the jerk that broke up with me in the first place

Me: And if you hadn’t broken up with me, I never would have felt the need to find a rebound to try and move on with my life

HG: He isn’t just a rebound if you are still sleeping together

Me: *outraged* WE ARE NOT STILL SLEEPING TOGETHER

Me: Technicall y

Me: I mean. . .

Me: I called things off after I took him home from the hospital

HG: I’m still gonna fucking kill him

Me: No. You are going to be a grown-ass adult and deal with it. Friends sleep together sometimes. He is my friend, and we did sleep together, but we aren’t now. Because I am with YOU.

Me: So YOU need to be the bigger man and play nice

Me: If you screw up my friendship with him over this, I will be pissed

Me: He has been one of my best friends and sparring partners for years.

Me: Besides, if you want to get technical about it, I was his friend and his sex buddy for YEARS longer than you and I were ever together. And if he can accept me moving on to someone else (i.e. you, the man who broke my heart, the one that he threatened to kill for me when he found out HOW you broke my heart) then you should be able to do the same

HG: *Grumbles*

HG: Fine

HG: I will play nice, but I still don’t like him

HG: And if he says ANYTHING to me about sleeping with you, or about how you look naked, I reserve the right to punch him in his pretty-boy nose

Me: *Laughing* Deal

HG: Do I at least get a kiss before my game today?

Me: *sends selfie lying naked in his bed*

The phone rings and I answer immediately, only to hear his voice, low and husky in my ear. “That is so much better than a fucking kiss.”

Needless to say, I was going to be late getting to work today. The rest of the morning was spent in bed, lazily exploring my body with my fingers being guided by Theo’s husky commands. After about ten minutes, we switched to video chat, and I had to prop the phone against his pillow so my hands would be free for all the teasing exploration he guided me through. All the while, I felt his heated gaze on me through the phone as I watched him lazily stroke himself.

“Mmm, that’s my naughty little devil. Just like that. Good. Now, I want you to take one hand, slowly run it across your chest. Take your time, go slow. I like to watch the goosebumps rise on your skin from the heat of my words.”

True enough, I feel a chill run over me, my nipples taut as I slowly caress my skin. I slide one hand slowly over my breastbone, dragging it over to caress the underside of one breast, before circling the top and following along the other breast. Theo’s breath is heavier now, I can see his chest rising and falling with the heat of his desire burning into me. His chest is bare, and I can see the nipple ring glinting in the sun as he lays naked on top of his hotel room bed.

“Good girl. Now slowly, slide your fingers over the top of one breast. Take it slow, I want to see your hard nipple, so that I can imagine playing with it, pinching it before I take it in my mouth.”

My nipples harden, my fingers drawing gentle circles over the peaked flesh.

“Mmm. Just like that, baby. Good. Now, I want you to play with your nipples, give them a little pinch, twist them. Show me what you like.”

I moan softly at his quiet command, taking a full breast in each hand and gently circling the nipples with my fingers before I begin to pinch and pull them, twisting just enough to cause a twinge of pain before I rub it soothingly once more. Watching through the phone, I see Theo squeeze the base of his dick, hands moving down to play with his balls before sliding up once more and stroking with slow, firm movements.

“That’s right. Just like that. Mmm. If I was there right now, I would be taking one of those perfect breasts in my mouth, biting that perfect pink nipple while I played with the other.” I close my eyes, imagining it were his hands instead of my own playing with me .

“Now, I want you to bring your hands down, slowly slide them across your soft skin. I want you to feel how perfect you are. How soft and lush your body is. Just like that. Good girl. Your curves are so beautiful, and they fit perfectly against me. Mmm.” My eyes are still closed, but I hear him increase his pace, the sound of pumping loud in the quiet of the room.

“That’s right baby. Feel your silky body underneath those delicate hands and slide them down into that delicious cunt of yours.”

My eyes pop open at his words.

“No, keep your eyes closed.”

I shut them once more.

“Good girl, now reach down with your fingers, slide them through your folds. I want you to feel how much you want me. That’s it, just like that. Now tell me, how wet are you for me?”

With my eyes closed, I reach one hand down and feel myself. “I’m so wet for you.” My voice comes out breathy, the feel of my hand sliding through the slickness creating a soft tension in my core.

“Show me.”

I start to open my eyes once more, confused. “No. Don’t open your eyes. Bring that beautiful hand out of your pussy and show me how wet you are for me.”

I do as he says, sliding my fingers out, and hold my hand towards the phone. My fingers are drenched with my own arousal.

“Mmm. That’s good, but I know we can do better than that. Go ahead and slide those pretty fingers back inside that delicious pussy, my beautiful girl.” I do.

“Good, that’s so good.” His breath hitches. “I want you to grab the phone with your other hand, bring it closer to your center so I can see that pretty little cunt glistening with your need for me.”

I hesitate at this. “Don’t think. Just stay in the moment with me. Grab your phone.”

Reaching over, I grab my phone, and shift to readjust. “Good girl. Why don’t you grab my pillow, bring it between your legs so you can prop the phone against it. You’re going to need both hands for this next part. Make sure you place the camera so I can watch that fucking perfect pussy of yours.”

After taking a breath, I grab his pillow once more and bring it between my legs. I shift my own pillow, reaching behind me to readjust it to a more comfortable angle, before opening my legs wider and placing the phone back down, positioned with the camera angled towards my center .

“Such a good fucking girl. Just like that baby. Now, I want you to use one hand and open yourself for me. Let me see all of you. Just like that. Mmm. That’s so fucking hot. Fuck! Danica! Now take your other hand, start playing with your clit while you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

Doing as he says, I whimper as I find that perfect rhythm, circling my clit with my thumb while I insert two fingers inside myself, starting slow, slowly increasing the pace as I pump in and out of myself.

“You like that? Yeah, you like that, my dirty fucking girl. Look at you, you are dripping with how badly you need me. My greedy little devil. So fucking perfect.” Theo groans and I moan at the sound, and the feel of my hands. This is something new to me, I’ve never bared myself quite like this before. I feel so. . . exposed, but it is also so exhilarating, hearing how excited he is for me.

“Open your eyes, il mio passerotto. I need to see those emerald jewels watching me come to the sight of your pretty pussy being fucked by those delicate little fingers of yours.”

I open my eyes, my gaze locking on his. Theo’s pumps go from slow and methodical to hard and fast, and I can’t help but follow along. My fingers begin pumping in and out, matching the rhythm he has set with the slapping sound of his fist pumping his hard dick.

“Fuck, baby! Yes. Just like that. Keep playing with yourself like the dirty fucking girl you are. So fucking pretty! You like that?”

I whimper once more. The crude sounds of my own slickness sucking my fingers in with each pump, moving in beautiful harmony with his own labored breathing and harsh movements as he pumps his fist faster and faster.

“I need you to come. Be a good girl and come all over that pretty little hand of yours. Shit! Danica, baby. I’m gonna fucking explode. I need you to come now.”

My need for him is overwhelming, chills racing over my body as my spine tingles and core tightens with the building orgasm. I refuse to look away from this erotic sight, my chiseled, tattooed Adonis. I turn my fingers slightly, changing the angle so I hit the G-spot with my next pumps, and increase the movement with my thumb as I circle my clit. Abruptly, I am hit with the full force of a tidal wave crashing over me, and I cry out, soaking the sheets beneath me as I come so hard that I see stars. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmy, oh! Theo!”

“Danica! Fuck!” Blinking away the stars floating around me, I watch as Theo explodes, stream after stream of cum shooting across his hard abs .

“Jesus! Fuck, Danica. Holy hell, woman. You’re going to be the death of me!” He pants, breathless.

And yeah, ditto, dude.