Free Crash Point-epub by Mari Carr

he’d put her on speakerphone as well.
    “What are you doing now?” she asked.
    “Unzipping my jeans.”
    She licked her lips, sorry she hadn’t suggested postponing her meeting with Ned and inviting Blake over.
    Before she could make the offer, Blake took charge. “Cup your breasts. Lift them up and squeeze them.”
    Chloe dragged her hands along her stomach, surprised by the sudden sensitivity of her skin. How could Blake get her to this point with no more than a few words? She held her breasts, her nipples budded, ready.
    “Squeeze them hard. There’s no point in denying you don’t like your pleasure laced with pain.”
    Her face flushed, the response caused by embarrassment and need. She’d tried to hide her darker kinks from other lovers, always feeling slightly strange for her desires. She’d never had to do that with Blake. He’d just seen what she wanted and given it to her. No questions, no qualms. Hell, most of the time it seemed as if he wanted it even more than she did. Something she didn’t think possible.
    She applied the pressure to her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly. Her breathing grew heavier.
    “Are you touching your nipples?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Pinch them hard. Let me hear that pretty whimper of yours.”
    She tightened her fingers, suddenly self-conscious of her sounds.
    Blake’s voice when he spoke again, seemed breathless. “You can take more pain. Stop holding back.”
    She gave in to the desire, pinching her nipples harder than she’d ever dared. The sharp sting sent zings of pure pulsing arousal straight to her pussy. She pressed her legs together to capture the heat and moisture.
    “Are you wet, Chloe?”
    “God.” She felt lightheaded with need. “Yes.”
    “I’m so hard right now. My hand is wrapped around my cock, but it’s not the same as being inside you.”
    “Come over.” The invitation was out before she could consider why she shouldn’t issue it.
    “I can’t. You have to go to work soon. We’re just going to have to let this be enough for now.”
    This was nowhere near enough. Chloe fought to restrain her brief flash of temper, a disposition her mother said she’d inherited from Papa Lewis. Like her father, she was prone to impatience and while their tempers ran hot, they usually only blazed hot for a moment before they were able to rein it back in. “Dammit, Blake.”
    “Shh. It’s time to get serious. Keep one hand on your breast, while you drop the other lower. I want you to tell me how hot and wet your pussy is for me.”
    She obeyed his request, opening her legs. She drew her fingers along the seam, gasping at the sensations provoked by that simple touch. “Oh,” she cried.
    “You sound so sexy, Chloe. God, baby, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. The head of my cock is seeping come and my balls are tight. We’re going to have to move fast. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off.”
    The gruffness of his voice told her he was telling the truth. Chloe wasn’t worried. It wouldn’t take much to push her over at this point.
    “Rub your clit. Push your fingers against it hard and fast.”
    Chloe did as he asked. She groaned then released her breast, using her free hand to grasp the edge of the kitchen table. She needed something to hold on to, to keep her grounded.
    “My cock is going to explode. Are you close?”
    “Yes,” she hissed, her fingers familiar with this motion. She was no stranger to masturbation and she knew all too well how to get herself off. Even so, this was way faster and so much hotter than anything she’d ever done. Knowing Blake was on the other end of the phone, imagining his hand stroking his own cock, his head thrown back against his couch with his eyes closed. It was as if he was sitting right in front of her, each of them performing their shows in person.
    “Push two fingers into that hot cunt. Shove them in deep and fast.”
    Chloe knew what would happen if she did that.