“Emery.” He cut me off. “Hear this loud and clear. You are the only thing I want to be playing with.”
My throat caught; a deep relief I didn’t want to analyze simmered under my skin.
“She just texted me to ask how my vacation was going and said she couldn’t wait to come back.” The sound of him moving and flopping on his bed could be heard in the background. “I answered, ‘it’s good,’ but maybe I should have said it’s been fucking amazing because every night, I’m balls deep in the most stunning woman I have ever seen. Consumed with how she feels coming on my cock. Oh, and she happens to be your aunt. So how’s your vacation going?”
My cheeks heated at his claim, and I strolled to the twin bed I was sleeping on, lying down, feeling the forbidden naughtiness of us.
“Yeah, probably better to go with a simple ‘it’s good’.”
A dark laugh vibrated in my ear. Every inch of my skin tingled, every nerve sensitive and aching.
“Is it against the rules to say I miss you?”
“No.” I drifted my hand up my thigh and over my core, the ache becoming acute. “I miss you too.”
“Fuck,” he breathed out. “I want to be inside you so bad right now.”
“Me too.”
He went silent.
“Mason?”
My phone buzzed again. This time he was video-calling me. Somewhere in my brain, it told me this was a bad idea, but the two glasses of wine had dulled any judgment.
I hit the button, his face coming into view, taking my breath away. He laid back on his bed, his gaze heavy on me.
“Take off your sweater and pants,” he demanded. A little taken back by his gruffness, I couldn’t fight how lust boiled between my legs. “Now, Emery.”
My breath catching, I did as I was instructed. “You too.”
He smirked, ripping off his shirt, his muscular torso and deep V-line coming into view. He pushed down his jeans and showed me how rock-hard he was under his boxer briefs. His body was miraculous, and my hands and mouth craved to worship it.
“Slip your bra off.” He watched me as his hand rubbed over his erection. “Slowly.”
Unclasping it, I let the fabric slowly drop away from my body.
Mason groaned. “Play with your tits for me.”
My palms circled my nipples, squeezing and massaging, my spine crackling more with heat.
Addison’s laughter came through the wall, stressing how wicked and wrong this was.
“Fuck.” Mason gripped his cock, rubbing it harder. Knowing exactly how it felt in my own hand, how it tasted on my lips, I got increasingly turned on.
“Finger your pussy,” he growled. “Let me watch.”
Gripping the phone in one hand, my fingers slid down into my panties, rubbing through me, peppering sweat along my spine, getting off on the way he watched me.
I had never done anything even remotely similar to this. Not really. One time Ben was on a business trip, and we tried to have phone sex. It felt awkward, and I faked my orgasm.
My pussy soaked my underwear as I stroked myself, loving the heat burning in Mason’s eyes.
“Take them off now.” He freed his cock, but his hungry gaze was on me. Slipping off my underwear, I sat naked on the bed, painfully aware of who was in this house and how easily my sister or niece could walk right in without knocking. It felt even more sinful.
“Spread your legs wide.”
My back arched as I opened my thighs, continuing to rub myself, the sparks already igniting through me. “Mason…”
“Put the phone between your thighs. I want my view of your pussy, like I’m eating you out right now.” His dirty command produced a moan from my throat, my teeth biting my lip to keep it back, my body burning. “Pretend it’s my fingers inside you right now. Going harder. Deeper.”
My lids shut, the sound of my wetness growing louder, my hips bucking as I hit deeper, making believe it was Mason.
A groan and hiss came from him, and I peered up. His expression was tight as his cock thickened, pre-cum spilling out, which only egged me on.
“Em, I want to be fucking you so hard.” His eyes locked on the angle of the camera, what he was seeing. “To watch me slide in and out of you, covered in you.”
“Oh god.” A rough, guttural moan escaped. My hips bucked, needing a release badly. “Mason…” His name spit through my teeth.
“Push down on your clit.” His voice was as coarse as mine, his hand moving faster, watching me do what he said. “Now pinch it. Don’t move the camera… I want to watch you come.”
I did, feeling my spine jolt, my orgasm hitting me. I chomped down on my lip as I tried to keep my moan from escaping, my vision going blurry.
A strangled sound came from Mason, and I gaped in reverence as cum gushed in waves from him, covering his stomach, a throaty sound of pleasure jerking through him.
When I caught my breath, I lifted the phone to see him. A mischievous little smile took over one side of his face, his eyes glittering, his cheeks and chest flushed.
“Fuck, that was hot.” He reached over to his desk chair, grabbed a towel, and wiped himself off.
Propping up on my elbows, my pulse still beat like a hummingbird. “Yeah.” I hadn’t expected it to be that hot or that good. “Think it will curb you until I get home?” I teased.
“With you? It won’t take the edge off for an hour. Kind of used to having you all night now.”
How in the hell could I just orgasm and be turned on so quickly? It was all Mason. He seemed to bring it out in me. “I know. Same.”
The naughtiest grin pulled his lips. “You have a good Christmas.” He winked. “See you when you get home.” He hung up before I could respond. A huge smile took over my face, still shocked I just had Facetime sex with him.
“Aunt Emery?” A knock tapped on the door, making me scramble for my sweater and underwear. “You okay?”
“Yeah?” My throat was raw and wobbly, the guilt I ignored earlier leaping back up.
“Oh, thought I heard something. Like you were hurt or something.” Shame. Shame. Shame. “We are going to start Elf.”
“I’ll be right there.” I fumbled for my suitcase, grabbing my pajamas.
A stab tore at my gut, shame over my actions and my weakness for letting it happen, no matter how good and right it felt. I was a horrible person and an even worse aunt.
Mason and I had to end. It was inevitable anyway. In two weeks, Addison would return for school.
The thought of her finding out. Hurting her…
Why was the worst thing for you, the only thing you craved?
On the morning of the twenty-sixth, I rolled my suitcase toward the front door, anxious to get an early start, trying to deny why I was in such a rush to get home.
“Wow, you’re wanting to head out early.” Harper came from the kitchen holding a cup of coffee. “Have a hot date tonight?” She winked, teasing me. “You know, one of these days, I’ll be right.”
You’re not too far off now. Except we wouldn’t be clothed or leaving the house.
“We’ll let me see if I can get Addison up and moving.” She headed for the hallway. “Addison! Better get your butt up.”