Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) by Ines Johnson Read Free Book Online Page B

be on her knees begging. Because you want it, don’t you baby? You needed it.”
    “I…”
    “Hurry home, Kira. There are things I want to do to you. Things that will take time.”
    I picked up my pace.
    “I want you dripping for me by tonight, Kira. I want you aching for me to fill up that pussy.”
    I took off at a run. I was panting by the time I got to my door while Owl kept telling me the filthy things he would do to me.
    I’d never begged a man. I’d never let one tell me what to do. I usually was the one with the balls in the relationship because I usually licked the guy’s testicles into submission. And then I’d hold his balls in a vice grip until, inevitably, they left me to go sniff up some other girl’s skirt.
    Not today. I’d made a decision. I’d follow Owl in this aspect of my life, my sex life. He obviously knew what he was doing. He’d taken me to places I didn’t know existed inside the bedroom, in the back seat of a car. And he had yet to lead me astray.  
    I got into my room. I undressed, and I grabbed the vibe.
    “Lay down,” he commanded. “Put the phone on speaker. I want to hear you put my present inside you.”
    The stickiness of my dripping pussy and the buzzing of the vibe were the only sounds in the room. That and Owl’s groans of appreciation.
    “Don’t close your legs,” he commanded.
    I swear it was as though he could see me. He anticipated my every move, my every desire, before I was even aware I wanted it. I needed the friction of pressing my thighs together, but I did as he said. I reached my heels to each corner at the bottom of the bed.
    “You laying down, Kira?”
    “Yes, Owl.”
    “Good girl. Stretch your hands over your head and hold onto the headboard.”
    I did as he said. I spread my legs wide on the bed and stretched my hands over my head. I felt completely exposed.
    “Stay like that and do not come. Do you understand me, Kira?”
    “Mmm hmm.” But I already felt the sensations building in me.
    “I didn’t understand you, Shakira.”
    Part of my brain wanted to rail against the bass in his voice, but the rest of me craved it. “Yes, Owl. Yes, I understand.”
    “That’s my girl.”
    God, that’s what I wanted. To be his girl.
    “You remember the first time I had my tongue on you?” he asked. “You acted like it didn’t affect you. Maybe it didn’t. But now if I swirled my tongue over your clit it would jump for me wouldn’t it?”
    “Yes, yes.” My clit jumped at the memory of his velvet tongue against me. It wept at the sound of his voice suggesting a repeat visit.
    “If I licked open your pussy lips I’d find them plump and soaking wet, wouldn’t I, Kira? I could lick my tongue up the sides and you’d get juicer and juicer, wouldn’t you baby?”
    “Oh god, yes.” I felt the juices spilling out of me, running down the crack of my ass.
    “Then I could put my tongue right inside you and taste all that sweet juice as it came down.”
    “Owl, stop. Please. I’m gonna come.”
    “Did I say you could come?”
    “Please, Owl. Please.”
    “Not yet, baby.”
    “I can’t stop. I can’t stop.”
    “Shakira.”
    His voice resonated through me, stronger than the impending contractions. My entire world came to a stop.
    “Turn off the vibe, Kira.”
    “No, please don’t ask me to do that. I need it.” I was whining like a child about to have their new toy taken away.
    “Take it out.”
    I had no intention of doing as he asked, but somehow I uncurled my fingers from the headboard. I reached down between my spread thighs and gave the cord connecting the vibe a yank. I was so wet it slid easily out of my pussy.
    “Is it out?”
    “Yes.” I hoped he heard the pissy pout in my voice.
    “Did you come?”
    “No.”
    “Good girl.”
    And then he hung up the phone.
    I was so sensitized, so achy, so needy. I started to cry.
    What the fuck? What had I gotten myself into?
    Fuck this. I reached my hand between my legs and rubbed. I was so