“Yes. Please let me rub my clit. It aches. I ache for you.”
“Slide your panties to the side and fuck yourself with one finger. Don't touch your clit until I give you permission, baby.”
“Just one,” she asked, her voice almost a frantic whisper. “I need more. Fuck. I need your cock inside me.”
Magnus felt his dick jerk in response to her harsh whisper. Giving in to temptation, he pushed his boxer briefs down. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it steadily. “Christ, love. My cock is leaking on my stomach. I'm throbbing.”
She let out a shuddering breath and begged, “I need more. Give me more!”
“Use as many fingers as you like. I want you to fuck yourself hard but you're not to touch your clit. Not yet,” he ground out.
Her breathy gasp carried through the line as she complied. “Oh,” she sighed in relief.
He didn't want her too relaxed, though. Not when he was so close to the edge. “Fuck, Caroline,” he groaned. “Use your free hand and keep playing with your nipple. Pinch it for me, love. Don't be gentle with them. I know you like it when I'm rough.”
She gave another sharp intake of breath, followed by a shuddering exhale.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “Use your thumb and rub your clit for me.” Tightening his grip, he stroked himself even more quickly.
Caroline panted, her harsh breathing filling his bedroom. “Can I cum?” she asked, desperation filling her voice.
“Yes. Cum for me, love,” he ordered, feeling his balls draw up against his body with his impending release.
When he heard her sharp intakes of breath, followed by her soft moan, he erupted, ropes of hot cum shooting up and onto his stomach. “Fuck,” he all but roared at his release tore through him.
Seconds later there was a loud clunk. “Love? Are you there? Are you alright? Did you pass out again? Caroline?”
There was a slight scuffling noise before she sheepishly said, “Shit. Sorry. I dropped the phone on the floor.”
“Oh Christ. I thought you passed out again.”
“Nope, but I did spaz out for a second and knock my phone off the bed,” she admitted, laughing. “Hang on. Let me clean up.”
Magnus heard the unmistakable sucking noises and said, “Oh god. Did you just lick your fingers clean, love?”
Her soft chuckle sounded through the speaker. “I did.”
“Aaaaand, now I've got an erection again,” he informed her, watching his cock jerk to attention. He grabbed several tissues from the box next to the bed and mopped at the mess on his stomach.
“Oops,” she said, clearly enjoying his predicament.
He teased, “Don't be too proud of yourself. I've got plenty of hours of dark left. I believe I'll be hopping into a very cold shower, then going get dressed. I'm going to go buy those nipple clamps we discussed the other night. You know. The ones with the chain connecting them. You won't be laughing when you're tied to the bed, nipples clamped and begging me for my cock, love.”
“You're an evil man,” she whined.
“You're the one who left that dirty book here,” he reminded her. “I thought it was a not-so-subtle hint.”
She laughed again. “I did actually forget it. I didn't expect you to read it.”
“There was a woman with handcuffs and a blindfold on the cover. I couldn't help myself,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Fair enough,” she said, yawning. “I can't really blame you.”
His own post orgasmic buzz wearing off, he yawned in response then asked, her, “Tired?”
“Starting to get that way,” she admitted. “I'm going to let you go. I've gotta get up early so I can drive my grandmother back to Orillia. It's gonna be a long day.”
“Feel free to call Easy Mac and I'll take care of you,” he said.