"My night isn't ruined, but I'm definitely not in the mood to go out anymore."

"Good. Don't. Stay on the phone with me. My family is downstairs, but despite that, I was feeling really alone tonight for some reason-until now. You're the only person I want to ring in the New Year with."

"I'd like that."

"You said you're not in the mood to go out. What are you in the mood for? Tell me."

"What am I in the mood for? Are you trying to have phone s.e.x with me or something?"

"I wasn't." I snickered. "But if I were, your calling me out on it just now would've ruined it."

"Sorry."

"No apologies needed, because I wasn't trying to have phone s.e.x."

"Right."

"By the way, if you change your mind and decide you'd rather go out, just say the word. I wouldn't blame you. You're all dressed up in that pretty little dress with nowhere to go now."

"Not true."

"You're still thinking of going out?"

"No...I mean, I'm not wearing the dress anymore."

A dull ache developed in my groin upon hearing that.

"You're not?"

"No."

"You took it off?"

"Yeah, I was uncomfortable."

My next question sounded almost urgent. "What are you wearing?"

"I'm in my bra and underwear under the covers."

I had to catch my breath.

"Nina?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you trying to have phone s.e.x with me?"

"You just asked me what I was wearing. Isn't that the universal phone s.e.x lead in? I still maintain you were trying to have it with me."

"Well, I wasn't considering it until you told me you were practically naked. There's only so much a man can take."

"You do typically exercise a frustrating amount of restraint, though."

"You think I've wanted to restrain myself?"

"No. That's the thing. You look at me like you want to devour me, but you act the complete opposite, like you're afraid of breaking me or something. I'm stronger than you think."

"You're partly right. You've become my best friend. I'm very protective. You know that. I've been gentle with you. But that's only one side of me."

"And the other side?"

"You haven't experienced it yet."

"I want to know that side of you, too. I really wonder what that's like."

I was h.o.r.n.y as f.u.c.k and had no willpower to resist where this was going. I just wanted her. Period. Weaker by the second, the repercussions of letting go just didn't matter to me anymore or at least for the moment.

"I can a.s.sure you, there's nothing gentle about the way I want to f.u.c.k you. Was that what you were wondering about? I've barely touched you because once I start, I'm not going to be able to stop, and you're not gonna want me to."

"Tell me what you want to do to me."

"You really want me to do that?"

"Yes."

You asked for it.

"There is a difference between having s.e.x and f.u.c.king. You've never come. You've never screamed out in pleasure because it felt so amazing that you thought you were losing your mind. You've never been f.u.c.ked, Nina. I want to show you what that's like in every way. I want to f.u.c.k your p.u.s.s.y, your a.s.s, your mouth and make you feel so insanely good that you'll beg me to keep filling you. And by the end, if I haven't ruined you for everyone else, then I haven't done my job."

Those words could never be taken back, but it felt so d.a.m.n good to let them out. Now, it was clear that we had officially ventured into unchartered territory.

She let out a long, shaky breath. "Wow...okay."

"Was that direct enough for you?"

"Yeah. Actually, it reminded me of what you said to me in your room that one night. I've replayed that one a lot in my head. But you were definitely more specific just now."

"Well, I'm sick of hiding it. And a lot's changed since then in terms of my willpower, and by that, I mean I don't have much of it left. You know what my fortune cookie said tonight? It said, 'It's easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.' I can guarantee you if you were here right now, I would not be holding back. Whether that's right or wrong, I've reached the end." My voice lowered to a whisper. "I need you."

My body buzzed at the sound of her soft voice in my ear. "Do you want to see me?"

"You mean, go there? Come see you? I've considered that, actually."

"No. I meant...my body."

Where was she going with this?

My d.i.c.k twitched. "You're gonna show me your body?"

"You undress me with your eyes a lot. I love when you do that. But do you want to see what I actually look like?"

Holy s.h.i.t.

There was only one sane answer to that.

"f.u.c.k yes."

Then, everything just went quiet except for the fact that I felt like I could hear my heart pounding. I could hear things shuffling in the background. What was she doing? Was she taking everything off?

The wait was killing me. Running my hands through my hair in frustration, I had no idea what exactly she'd be sending, whether it would be a video or a photo. My body temperature was rising by the second, so I lifted my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. My c.o.c.k was so engorged that it felt like it was burning a hole through my pants, which I ended up taking off, too. My legs stiffened as I stretched under my blankets and tried to relax my breathing. I prayed no one in my family knocked on the door and ruined this for me. Just the thought of seeing her naked was putting me over the edge. An out of control excitement ran through me like a teenager watching the opening credits to his first p.o.r.no. This night was definitely turning into an unexpected surprise. And I was all in.

"Okay..." she said after returning to the phone. "I took a still with my webcam. I'm gonna email it to you, okay?"

"Yeah," I breathed out.

More waiting.

"I've never done anything like this before. I just sent it. Now, I'm nervous."

"Don't be. I don't have to look at it if you don't want me to."

f.u.c.k that. A warning of imminent death upon opening wouldn't have been able to stop me from clicking on that picture.

"I can't believe I just sent that to you."

When my email notification sounded, I swallowed in antic.i.p.ation, opened my laptop and clicked on the message. It took several seconds for the attachment to open, and my face was burning up with each second that pa.s.sed.

When the image finally loaded, everything went still as I took in the sight before me. In the photo, Nina was sitting on her bed, leaning slightly to the side with her knees curled in. Her face was also turned sideways as her hair fell over her left breast. Her right one was completely exposed, showcasing a large, flat nipple that was a beautiful shade of light pink. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s looked even bigger than I imagined. Saliva pooled in my mouth from the need to suck on them. Although she wasn't wearing any underwear, you couldn't see her p.u.s.s.y, only the side of her a.s.s. It was a cla.s.sy pose that reminded me of something I would have sketched. G.o.d, she was beautiful.

"You're not saying anything."

Expressing with words what the picture made me feel seemed impossible. My voice was strained. "You're exquisite."

"Was it what you expected?"

I couldn't take my eyes off it. "Far more."

Not only was I so extremely turned on by what the picture did clearly display but also by the cruel tease of what it didn't.

"Will you send me a picture of you?" she asked.

My d.i.c.k was so hard that my briefs were barely able to contain me.

"If I send you one, you're gonna know what you just did to me."

"I want to see you," she whispered.

"Okay," I whispered even lower.

Positioning the camera over my body, I sucked in as I lay down. My gray boxer briefs were my only article of clothing, but they stayed on. I didn't want to shock her altogether. You could still see the full length of my erect c.o.c.k, which was resting against my thigh through the material. My abs looked ripped, and I was satisfied with the photo I snapped before hitting send.

"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?"