Make You Mine by K.T. Quinn

22

Jayce

I laid in bed, staring at my phone. Waiting to see if Charlotte would text me. I’d been the one to text her first last night, and the night before that. I figured tonight it was time for her to be the one to initiate the conversation with me. I didn’t want to seem too eager, like a clingy boyfriend.

I shook my head. What has gotten into me? Worrying about text message initiations and seeming too eager was high school bullshit. The kind of shit guys grew out of when they were adults.

But Charlotte was the kind of girl who made me feel like I was young again, totally clueless about everything I thought I knew.

Our nightly texts were something I’d come to look forward to every day. During the day, while we worked, we pretended like we were just two strangers. Barely even acquaintances. But at night, we got more and more daring. It was crazy what a little distance could do for one’s self-confidence. Charlotte was slowly coming out of her shell.

And I was loving every minute of it.

To keep myself from texting her, I scrolled up to read the exchange from last night:

Charlotte: Well, what did you have in mind?

Jayce: Dealer’s choice. I’m not picky

Charlotte: Here you go!

[Photo attached]

Jayce: What is that? All I can see are a few freckles.

Charlotte: That’s a photo of the back of my calf. Sexy, huh?

Jayce: Your plan backfired, Peaches. I happen to have a calf fetish.

Charlotte: LOL, is that right?

Jayce: Hell yeah. Calves are much sexier than tits or asses.

Jayce: Give me 5 minutes and I can get off to this.

And then she’d sent another photo.

One much better than the one of her calf.

It was a selfie taken from above, with her free arm around her bare chest to simultaneously cover the nipples and push her tits together. The cleavage was thick and her breasts were full, and she had a lidded look to her eyes.

The very definition of a fuck me look.

I had let my hand drift down under the sheets of my bed, caressing my hard length. I don’t think I’d ever gotten stiff so fast. Like a goddamn light switch went off. Boom, erect. No transition.

I was stroking myself gently as the next text came through.

Charlotte: If you don’t like that, I can go back to sending you calf photos. Your choice.

Jayce: You called my bluff. This is better.

Charlotte: What would you do to me if you were here right now?

I had stroked myself faster while thinking about it. I would throw my lips into hers, crushing her gorgeous tits against my body, coiling my arms around her to hold her tight with a lust that knew no words. I’d kiss down along the perfect orbs of her breasts, my breath whispering along her core before burying my face in her delicious pussy. I wanted to taste every inch of her, to lick and suck and swirl my tongue into her sopping-wet slit until she screamed for me.

I would make her mine.

But I didn’t want to seem too eager.

Jayce: I’d do something to you that would make your toes curl and your back arch with pleasure. Something you’d never forget.

Charlotte: Go on.

Jayce: You’ll just have to use your imagination, Peaches ;-)

Charlotte: Oh, I am.

It’s crazy, but the photo was better than any porn. It turned me on to a shocking degree. I imagined fucking Charlotte from behind, feeling her tighten around my raging cock while we moaned together, surrendering to the mindless drive of our bodies…

I groaned and clenched my eyes shut as I came, loads of warm white spilling all over my belly. It gushed and gushed, proof of my unbearable lust for Charlotte. I gasped and panted and laid there, wishing I was coming inside of her rather than all over myself while looking at a photo on my cell phone.

But that was the other night. Tonight, she hadn’t texted me yet. And I was getting antsy.

Deep down, I knew we were playing a dangerous game. The more we flirted and teased, the more likely we were to act on it. The more we acted on it, the more likely we were to get caught. Then they would make Charlotte pay for my sins.

No woman deserved that.

That fear, that overwhelming terror for her safety, was the only thing that made me put my phone away.

“I need a drink,” I told my empty bedroom as I cleaned up, then went out to my truck.