Completion Chapter 114

It felt strange to wander around Reed’s large ho without him in it. I’d finished washing his sheets the day before along with my laundry. The cleaning crew would be in tomorrow and I didn’t have driver’s training until the afternoon with the big test on Friday. I decided to tackle Reed’s paperwork again and create a spreadsheet to figure out what was what.

It took an hour to set up the spreadsheet. As I started on the first stack of papers to add in the figures, the office phone rang. I debated answering, but quickly decided I should because it was one of my job responsibilities.

ssage pen in hand, I answered, "Reed Tyler’s residence. May I help you?"

"Who is this?" It was a decidedly female voice.

"This is Jaycee Shumway. May I help you?"

"I don’t know who you are, but I will speak with my son imdiately."

Ah, oh. "I’m sorry, but Mr. Tyler is unavailable." There was no way I was telling Reed’s mom he was in Florida and I couldn’t believe she didn’t know.

"Take a ssage and get it to my son."

Didn’t she have his cell number? "Yes, ma’am. What is your ssage?"

"I am making a donation to the Audubon Society and he must approve the amount due to the size of the donation. Have him call at once."

The line went dead and I gently returned the receiver to the desktop. I didn’t want to bother Reed, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I compromised and sent him a text. An hour later, he called.

"Was she rude to you?" was the first thing he said when I answered.

"Not particularly; she just asked to give you the ssage."

"I’m in a hurry right now, but I’ll call my attorney and take care of the problem. You doing okay, baby?"

Just the word "baby" sent a thrill through , which was completely ridiculous. "I’m good."

"I’ll call tonight. Gotta go." He hung up.

I spent another hour on facts and figures before it was ti for driving. Today I was headed to the freeway with rush hour traffic. Poor Tom had a heart made of steel and I had a lead foot. I loved the thrill of controlling a vehicle. He didn’t make too many sounds of distress and I got myself back ho in one piece.

Later, a driveryep, I gave in on this too picked up and drove to Tasty Burger. I worked six hours, climbed into the car again and was driven ho. Ho was an aweso word when it wasn’t a tin can.

My phone rang just as I was walking up the stairs to the loft. I stopped and leaned against the railing.

"Hi." My voice was all breathy, but it was only because I walked up the stairs. Who was I kidding? Reed’s ringtone made my heartbeat double.

"Are you ho from work yet?"

"You caught right before I opened the front door."

"Go to my house and talk to there." I could hear need in his voice and my heartbeat sped up.

I reversed directions. "Is Sal in the room?"

"No, but he’ll be back soon. Hurry."

I opened the door, deactivated the alarm, and whispered, "I’m inside."

"Go to my room. I want to picture you on my bed. Take off your uniform, Jaycee."

He was thinking about what I was wearing and I couldn’t help smiling. "I need to sit the phone down."

"Put it on speaker and keep it close."

"You’re killing , Reed."

"Mmm, you kill too. I think about you when I should have my head in the ga."

I turned the phone speaker on and set it down on the dresser.

"I want to know when you get to your bra and panties. Hurry, Jaycee."

I pulled my top over my head while slipping out of my shoes. Unzipping my pants, I pulled them off and flung them aside. "I’m there, Reed. Can you hear ?"

"You’re not even close to there, baby, but I promise you will be. Lay down on the bed. Move the phone to the pillow."

I did what he said. "Okay."

"Cup your breasts." He waited a mont. "What color is your bra?"

"White." It was the only color I owned.

"I like white, but I’ll add so color to your wardrobe so you can feed my phone sex fetish."

I giggled. "You have a phone sex fetish?"

"I do now. Stop talking, baby, and do what I say." Dominant Reed was taking over. I could hear it in his voice. "Pinch your nipples over the material."

He was seriously going to kill . My groan was soft, but he heard it. "Harder, Jaycee. I want you feeling it in your clit."

"Where do you get this stuff?" I asked with a louder groan.

"It’s what you do to . Now release your nipples and slide your hands under the material. Tell what you feel."

"You’re embarrassing ." He was also turning on and this was all taking place over the phone. How would I ever live without this man who could do this to with only his voice? My pussy was wet, and more than anything, I wanted him in bed with .

"Tell , Jaycee."

"Ahh, they’re warm and soft."

"What about your nipples?"

My breathing picked up. "They’re hard and sensitive. They want you, Reed."

He ignored my words. "I want your hands moving down over your silky skin to the top of your panties. Do it now."

I slipped my fingers from under my bra and skimd them over my flesh all the way to my panties. Reed didn’t wait for to tell him they were there.

"Just one hand, Jaycee. Flatten the other on your stomach. Now move your hand underneath the material and find your clit."

I was past all embarrassnt now and craved what he asked. My fingers went through my folds while my head moved back and forth on the pillow, my breathing rough.

"Pinch your clit between your finger and thumb. Squeeze it tighter and make it hard for ." His voice was low and husky, almost urgent, and I wondered if he had his hand around his cock. He had to.

"Move those fingers lower and slip two inside your pussy. Bring the other hand down and use it to rub you clit. Put your hips back on the bed, Jaycee."

"Oh, God," I groaned. "Do you have a cara in here?" I would kill him.

"No." His husky laugh ran over . "But I know you. I know your body. Hips down, fingers in, and push on your clit."

"Are you rubbing yourself, Reed? Please tell ." My question was desperate.

"I’m stroking my cock just for you, baby. Are your fingers in?" I couldn’t miss the catch in his breath and it increased my own desire.

"Yes, they’re in."

"Draw them out slowly and then I want you to lick your fingers."

I couldn’t believe this.

"Jaycee, taste yourself now."

The slide of my fingers leaving my pussy was almost painful. I needed them there, but the urgency in Reed’s voice turned on too and I wanted to give him this.

"I want to hear it," he hissed out.

I turned my head slightly so my lips were almost touching the phone while sucking my fingers into my mouth. Saliva pooled because of his words before I tasted myself, but it made the sound wetter and so much naughtier.

"Hell, Jaycee, I’m going to blow. I wanted to drag this out, but I can hear you sucking. I swear I feel it on my cock, your lips just on the head. Christ, lick your fingers."

I made sure he heard it, but the joke was on because my clit quivered and I pressed down harder with my other hand. I moaned loudly.

"Put them back inside you and finger fuck yourself, but move the phone lower. I know you’re wet and I’ll hear it."

I didn’t waste any ti. I needed my fingers inside . My hips ca up and t my slick fingers as they entered my pussy. I circled my clit with my other hand like Reed would do. He did know my body. The squishy sound of my fingers in my pussy was loud, but so was my breathing. I smiled because I could hear Reed’s too. I cried out suddenly and pressed my fingers in deep keeping them still.

"Don’t stop, baby, I’m almost there."

I didn’t want to move my fingers, but I did and it felt so good. Reed’s loud groan thrilled and I rode out the sensation until the walls of my pussy finally stopped spasming.

"Pick up the phone, Jaycee, and take it off speaker."

My fingers were wet and I would need to sanitize my poor phone so I didn’t need to worry about soone else touching it.

"Rub your wetness over the faceplate, baby."

"How did you know?" I croaked.

His husky chuckle sent another thrill through . "Because my hands are wet with and so is my phone now. I want you to think of every ti your lips talk against the phone." He laughed again. "I need to end our call and jump in the shower before Sal cos in. If he finds like this, he’ll ask to switch rooms. Goodnight, Jaycee. Think of ."

He ended the call without another word. My kinky baseball player was perfectly evil and I loved it.