“I just sent it.”
With my heart pounding, I kept staring at the photo of her while I waited for her to open mine.
Then, she said, “Wow. You’re so…”
“Hard.”
“Yes. But I was gonna say gorgeous. You’re a beautiful man.”
“Thank you.”
“Your body is amazing, Jake. I’ve always thought so. And that tattoo on your side…it…does things to me.”
Those words. Her photo. I couldn’t take it anymore.
Through gritted teeth, I said, “I have a problem.”
“What?”
“I can’t stop looking at you. I want to touch you. This is torture.”
“What do we do now?”
I let out a single laugh. “You mean, now that we’ve played ‘show me yours, I’ll show you mine?’”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever thought about me when you touch yourself?” I asked.
“All the time.”
“You’re all I think about when I jerk off, Nina.”
“What are you getting at?”
“Our options are limited, but I know what I really want.”
“Tell me.”
It was one of many scenarios that had made its way into my fantasies before.
“I want you to touch yourself while I listen. I want to hear the sounds you make while you’re thinking about me until you come.”
Her tiny breaths quickened. “Only if you do it with me.”
“I would most definitely be joining you. We can come together. Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t hesitate. I needed this.
“Lay back. Don’t let your mind drift anywhere else but on my voice.”
It sounded like she was getting comfortable in her bed. “I love your voice, by the way, always have. It’s so deep and raspy. Sexy.”
“I’m glad you feel that way because it’s all I’m going to be using to make you come. I’m not going to be doing a lot of talking, though, because I want to hear you breathe and the sounds you’re making.”
“My legs are shaking,” she said. “Godammit, Jake. What are you doing to me?”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
I gripped my shaft. “Good. Me, too. If my cock is this hard and wet from just looking at your picture, I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like inside of you.”
Her breathing was uneven. My own was even worse. I was starting to lose my ability to speak as my hand slid up and down along my hardness to the sound of her whimpering. We were letting ourselves get completely lost in each other. Intense pleasure fueled by the longing the distance between us caused made it like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
The ongoing vivid image in my head of her legs spread open while she rubbed her fingers along her wet clit was driving me wild as I pumped my slick cock into my hand. The sighs of pleasure coming out of her were bringing me closer to the brink with each second. But mainly, knowing that she was thinking of me, wanting me inside of her as she did it made me crazy.
When her breathing suddenly became ragged, I knew. “You’re coming…”
“Yes. Yesss.”
Painfully aroused, I’d been struggling to hold my orgasm back from the get go. So, when she told me she was coming, I jerked off faster and within seconds, hot cum shot out onto my stomach, my release so intense I was practically seeing stars.
We both sounded like we’d run a marathon as we breathed together.
The faint sounds of cheering and horns coming from downstairs snapped me out of my stupor. The timing of that briefly freaked me out until I realized the cheers weren’t for me. I looked over at the clock, and it made perfect sense.
“It’s midnight,” Nina said.
“Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year. That was the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” she said, sounding exasperated.
“Yeah…it wasn’t a New Year’s kiss, but it was pretty fucking awesome.”
“If that start was any indication of how the rest will go, it’s gonna be a great year.”
Her words haunted me as I came down from the euphoria of our first sexual encounter. My heart suddenly started to hurt. This year had the potential to be the best or worst of my life, depending on how things went. I’d find out sooner than I was ready for which way it was going to go. It wouldn’t be long before everything came undone.
CHAPTER 17
Past
The following work week flew by, and before I knew it, my ass was on the train back to Boston for the final time before I’d see Nina again. She’d be arriving in Brooklyn sometime over the weekend while I was gone. We had plans to go out Monday night, and that was when we’d have the talk.
I was on edge the entire ride. I’d never wanted to stay back in New York more than this weekend, but Ivy apparently had a bad week and with Nina possibly not home until Sunday, it didn’t make sense to stay behind. I forced myself to make the trip. So anxious to get the talk over with, I wished I could have just waited at the apartment for the moment she walked in, though.
On the train, the sounds around me seemed amplified as my head spun. My feelings alternated between excitement, dread, arousal and nausea.
I’d just arrived to South Station when my phone chimed as I exited the train. It was a text from Tarah.
Nina’s birthday is this Sunday. Even though she never told anyone, Ryan just happened to remember. We’re throwing her a surprise party downstairs at Eleni’s. I think it would be cool if you showed up. 7 pm. Let me know.