Chapter 9 : Crossing a Line

Kit's POV

"Yes," Sera whispered on the other end of the line, sending a hot wave of lust over my body. She kept making these breathy little whimpers, heart hammering hard. I didn't need to see or scent her to hear how worked up she was.

And, fuck, if it didn't turn me on.

Now sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I didn't care. All that seemed to matter was satisfying Sera, listening to her noises. I could take care of myself later, but right now, all I cared about was her.

The wolf inside me felt like it was pacing back and forth in its cage. Roused and excited, threatening to steal my control for himself. He wanted to be the one to make Sera squirm, and say things I would normally be too hesitant to say out loud.

"You're making me hard," I groaned.

She gasped, her heart jumping again. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm," I hummed back. "If I was with you right now, you'd feel just how badly I want you."

"What would you do?" she asked softly. "I-if I was with you?"

So cute.

I adored her little stammer. I could imagine her tucking her hair behind her ear, chewing on that pink lip. Lips that I wanted to kiss, run my tongue across the seam until they parted for me. I'd nibble and bite until they weren't pink anymore.

They'd be painted red.

"I'd want to touch you, feel you against me," I said, pausing as a guttural voice broke through. "Taste you."

I heard another soft, breathy whimper. And that noise did something to me, sending pure electricity down to my cock. "Would you get on your knees for me?"

My mouth started to water, thinking about tipping her back onto my bed and burying my face between her thighs. Oh, fuck, I wanted to taste her. "I'd bow down in front of you," I promised, my voice dropping an octave.

"Shit," Sera murmured. She rarely swore, but I liked it when she did. "I'm so…swollen."

My cock jumped, thickening with excitement in my sweatpants. I could feel arousal dampen the cotton at the slit. I rolled over onto my stomach, propping my elbows up, deeply entranced by all her noises. "Then slide your hand into your panties and tell me what you want from me."

Her breath caught as I heard the rustle of fabric. "Keep talking. I like the sound of your voice," she whimpered. "Tell me how you'd touch me."

This woman was going to kill me.

A hunger built inside of me as my chest rumbled with something that felt like a growl. Sera sounded needy while somehow also being hesitant in telling me what she wanted. There was a shyness, something sweet about her request, but I knew there was a fire under the surface.

And it was sexy as all hell.

"Get comfortable, sweetheart, because the first thing I'd do is press my lips against your thighs. Feel how they tremble for me," I said, listening to the way her breathing deepened. "Then I'd slide down, and pull your panties down with my teeth."

"Oh," Sera whimpered, voice breaking on a soft moan.

"Would you want me to use my tongue or my fingers?" my wolf broke through, needing more. Her moan stirred him up, wanting to push her buttons.

But she was quiet and for a moment, I thought maybe I went too far, too fast.

"Y-your tongue."

Fuck, yes.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. Using my tongue to drink you up. Sliding my fingers up and down, teasing your swollen clit," I promised. "Would you like that, Sera?"

"Y-yes…oh, yes." She paused, voice getting uneven.

I knew she was touching herself. My cock throbbed and my hips rocked up and down against my bedspread helplessly. I felt just about ready to burst and I hadn't even tried to touch myself yet.

"Kit," she gasped my name and I bit back a noise, rolling my hips again.

What I would give to hear her say my name like that over and over again. "What is it?" I groaned, licking my lips at the mental image of her laying back on her bed. Hand in her panties. Her hair cascading all over her pillow.

A gorgeous blush all over her face.

"Are…" another gasp, "are you touching yourself?"

"Do you want me to?" I asked, another agonizing pang of desire surging through me, hard enough to make my toes curl.

"I-I want to hear you," she requested shyly. "Please."

My cock pressed hard into my mattress, threatening to punch a hole through my pants. I've never gotten this worked up by phone sex before. It felt addicting.

So fucking good. I was hot to the touch, practically feverish with lust. I rolled back over to my back. "You want to hear me, sweetheart? Pleasure myself to all those sexy noises you're making?"

"Ah…y-yes. Please. I-I want you to," she whimpered, her breath deepening as she moaned my name again.

Fucking hell. I pulled my sweatpants off, my cock springing forward, hard and weeping. Practically purple, angry with desire. "Fuck," I swore under my breath as I took it into my hand, pumping slowly. I wanted to ease some of the pressure, not come the second I touched myself.

She made a soft noise in her throat, whimpering. "I'm so wet, Kit."

A deep rumbly growl fell from my lips. "Keep touching yourself," I requested. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

Her voice shook when she said, "I'm thinking about your arms. How'd they look tensed around my head. Or how they'd feel spreading my legs further apart." Sera tripped over her words, but I could hear how her breath trembled.

"I'm imagining how you'd taste, clenching those creamy thighs around my head. Think about it, baby, how good my tongue would feel against your clit, dipping into your body. I wouldn't be done until you collapsed, strung out on your orgasm. Hardly able to form words."

"Kit…fuck, Kit."

She released a small cry and my eyes just about rolled back, thrusting my cock into my hand, paying extra attention to the veins ridged underneath. A moan crawled up my throat.

"Make that noise again," Sera whimpered.

I was breathing hard, chords straining in my neck as I jerked myself again. "Ah…shit," I groaned. "Sera. Fuck, I want to hear you come so bad."

"I-I'm close. So…close. Shit. Ah. H-help me. I need…I need…" she garbled, panting hard.

"I'd suck on your clit, curl my fingers inside of you. I'd play your body until you clenched hard, milking my fingers and tongue as if it was my cock," I groaned, stroking harder.

She squealed as her heart hammered against her chest, her voice going completely silent as if she forgot how to breathe.

For a moment, I imagined Sera on top of me, rocking her hips against me as she took me. Inch by inch, riding me with all of her passion, controlling my body. My eyes fluttered closed, listening to her labored breathing. The soft way she murmured my name.

Broken sentences.

Fuck, it was so hot.

My cock pulsed, kicking in my hands as I came hard. I swore again, tightening my hand and pumping myself quickly. Milky fluid spilled out of my hand, and all over my chest. My body was trembling from the force of it.

Holy shit.

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Sera's POV

All of Kit's words, the drop of his voice, the groans of pleasure he made as he touched himself, unraveled me like a ball of yarn. I could hear him stroke himself, bursts of air coming out of his nose as he breathed hard.

I loved his voice. It did things to me I never expected. Made me bolder than I thought I could be. Here I was, going after what I wanted. Chasing pleasure. Giving into my desire.

And I wanted him more than I wanted anyone in my life. So hot it burned inside of me. I needed to put the fire out. I needed to quell the ache.

It was too much.

Too much.

Even the guttural growl when I told him I was wet. Everything he did turned me on. I became a mess. Desperate and needy. But at the moment, I didn't care.

However, I knew I'd regret it later.

I parted my legs wider, nonsensical mumbles spilling past my lips as I curled my fingers inside myself, using my thumb to stroke my clit.

Lust hummed through my veins.

I was so close, my orgasm was right there. It was too much. His heavy breathing. My body screamed for him. I imagined him kneeling between my legs, determined to bring me pleasure. His thick tongue sliding up my glistening folds, lapping up all my wetness. Making deep noises of approval as he devoured me. Pinning me with emerald eyes.

The image of him wasn't enough. My hips twisted, pushing against my hand. Wetness clung to my fingers, saturating my bedspread. I wanted to tell him how much of a mess I was for him, but I couldn't get the words out.

Pleasure fogged my mind and I felt dizzy.

Lost.

Teetering on the edge of a knife, ready to tumble over it into a roaring waterfall of ecstasy.

An agonized moan crawled up my throat. I needed something to push me over the edge.

"I'd suck on your clit, curl my fingers inside of you," he growled over the receiver. His voice was rough, thick with lust. Somehow more gravelly than it usually was. "I'd play your body until you clenched hard, milking my fingers and tongue as if it was my cock."

My body roared, squeezing my fingers as waves of ecstasy washed over me. I fell over the edge as my orgasm consumed me.

I pumped my fingers, squealing. I imagined Kit was on top of me, my legs parted around his broad shoulders as he buried himself in me over and over again. The veins in his arms would bulge, thick muscles tensing as he got closer to his own peak.

I couldn't articulate what was happening as my core trembled, spasming as pure pleasure ebbed out from my clit, finding its way into all my muscles. It felt so good.

It would only be better if Kit was actually on top of me, pinning my hands over my head, pleasuring my body.

I never liked being restrained.

It scared me.

So why did it feel so erotic when I imagined Kit doing it for me?

My intimate muscle squeezed and clenched over and over again like I was urging him to finish with me. Begging him to fill me with his…

Oh, fuuuck.

I whimpered, teetering on a sob as I imagined him coming, muttering sweet nothings as he pumped me full of himself. I'd never wanted that before.

Never wanted a man to spill inside of me. Not until now. Kit was awakening all new desires, and new heights for me.

I murmured Kit's name, eyelashes fluttering.

I heard him grunt on the other end of the line, swearing under his breath until he released a low groan of pleasure.

Oh, my goddess, that was hot. A twinge of lust licked at my core again.

"Sera, holy shit," he panted.

My face was hot, boiling with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and now with shame. Did I just do that? Say I wanted to be friends and then have explicit phone sex while pleasuring myself?

What was I supposed to say after that?

Apparently, he didn't know either. Damn it. I crossed a line. I knew I had.

Why couldn't I stop myself?

I laid in my bed, listening to his breathing. My limbs felt like jelly, but even so, I didn't feel entirely sated. At least the edge was taken off.

"Um…well…thanks for that," I said awkwardly.

"Yeah…um. It was nice," he replied, just as awkwardly, still trying to catch his breath.

"I should go."

"Yeah, it's late. I have a job in the morning."

I flushed even darker. "Oh…I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

The sound of a throaty chuckle. "It's okay. As I said, I'd rather talk to you than sleep. Have a good night."

I gulped, my heart skipping a beat. "You too, Kit. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Sera."