Broken Kingdom (Corium University Trilogy 3)

“I know.”

“What are you doing?” I close my eyes and imagine her in bed.

“Wondering why I brought up the subject at all.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But.” My cock twitches again, thickening now. “You could start by running your hands over yourself—on top of your clothes. Focus on how it feels. Describe it.”

At first, she says nothing. Her breathing is slow, even. “It feels good, I guess.”

“That’s a good start.”

“I’m touching my legs, starting at my ankles and moving up my calves… my thighs…” Her voice catches.

“Relax. Go with it.”

She makes a noise of agreement. “My inner thighs. It doesn’t feel like anything yet. Like if I was in the shower, washing.”

“Close your eyes,” I suggest. “Imagine I’m with you. Focus on nothing but the sensations and the sound of my voice while you drag your fingers over your soft thighs. Your skin feels like silk.” When she lets out an approving sigh, I know my instincts are on point. She needs to be reminded of how beautiful her body is even after what it’s been through.

“Hang on a sec. I’m going to take my pants off.” While she does, I take the opportunity to undo my own and lower them enough to free my straining cock. Her tiny sighs bring to mind memories so vivid it could be her hand stroking me.

“You have all the time in the world,” I remind her between long, slow strokes. “Was I right about your skin? Is it as soft as always?”

“It is.”

“And does it feel good?”

“… it does.” This time, her voice isn’t indecisive. It’s encouraging.

“What about the rest of you? When you touch other places?”

“Like my boobs, right?” She snorts. “You can say it.”

The humor is also encouraging. She’s not afraid or closed-off. “Your tits, then. What about those?”

A small whimper has me biting back a groan. Listening while she wakes up her body is hotter than I thought. “Yeah. Still feels good.” She breathes. “You can rest easy.”

“Like I could rest easy where your tits are involved.” I can almost taste them, her rosy nipples standing up for my tongue to sweep across them. Can practically feel her back arching when I close around one and suck it between my teeth. Fuck me.

“Tell me what you’re doing with them.”

“Brushing over my nipples. I’ve pulled down the bra cups so I can touch them.”

“Nice visual. You’re so hot, taking what you want.” Her whimper drives me on. “Controlling your body and your pleasure. It’s hot as fuck.”

“You’re saying you want the girl to be in control when you’re fucking?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” We share a short laugh that makes me wonder if I’ve ever felt so connected to her.

“It feels good. Mmm… I’m even getting wet. I can feel it.”

I clench my jaw before anything reckless comes out of my mouth. Pushing too hard might scare her off.

“What do you want to do about it?” My fist tightens, pumping faster now that I have the image of her wet, glistening lips in my mind’s eye.

“I don’t know. I want to touch myself there. I’m starting to ache.”

“I’m right here with you,” I murmur. “Do whatever feels right. If you want to touch yourself down there, go ahead. It’s your body, remember. You know what you like.”

Her breathing is all I hear for a while until a groan vibrates through the phone. “Oh… Q…”

In my head, she’s under me, writhing and moaning now that my fingers have delved into her wet folds. Parting them, catching her nectar, slicking my fingers before I slide them deep inside where it’s hot and tight. Precum leaks from my tip, and I can’t hold back a groan no matter how I try.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asks in a shaky whisper. “Is that what that sound means?”

“Is that okay?”

“Mm-hmm. I like to think of you doing it while I’m doing this.”

My strokes quicken at her encouragement. “I had to. Listening to you is too much.”

“It’s good. Almost like we’re together.” She moans a little louder now, more insistent.

“That’s right. Build yourself up. You’re so beautiful, so perfect…”

“Quinton… oh, my god…”

“What are you doing? Tell me,” I beg.

“My fingers. Running them up and down my lips. It feels amazing.”

“Fuck, yes, it is.” Her breathy voice is doing things to me. Driving me crazy. She whimpers, and I could come from the sound alone. “Take your time. Enjoy it.”

“Mm-hmm.” Only I wonder how much longer she’ll be able to take her time now that she’s on fire like I am. “Incredible. It almost hurts, but it feels so good.”

“Do you want to touch your clit?”

“Yes,” she whines. “Oh, my god, yes.”

“Do it. Make yourself come.” My balls begin to tighten, but I hold off, wanting to come with her. She’s on her way; I can hear it in her voice and the quickening of her breath.