Chapter Five

TRINITY

I woke up the next day feeling slightly hungover—but honestly, not too bad, all things considered. My body was heavy with sleep, but the memories of last night floated through my mind like a hazy dream. Stretching beneath the sheets, I reached for my phone and squinted at the screen. Not surprised to see the time had slipped past eleven.

As I unlocked my phone and began scrolling, a message notification caught my eye. Stephen’s name lit up my screen. My heart fluttered as I opened the message.

STEPHEN

Good morning, doll. I hope you’re sleeping well. Not much happening here—I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I’ll pick you up tonight at 6:30. I’ve made reservations for seven. I hope that works. Send me your address when you’re awake and refreshed.

A grin tugged at my lips as I read it. He remembered. Not just the plan, but every detail. Knowing that tonight would be just the two of us made the anticipation all the sweeter.

I started typing back.

TRINITY

Slept like a baby. But did you even sleep? Texting me at six in the morning and you went home after us. Are you sure you’ll still be up for tonight?

I hit send and closed the thread, scrolling aimlessly through social media while waiting for a reply.

Barely a minute passed before my screen lit up again.

STEPHEN

Believe me, I’ll be very up for tonight, doll.

My lips parted as the implication hit. A flush spread down my neck, and I felt a deep throb between my thighs. I bit my lip, shifting under the covers. My core pulsed in response to his words, and the ache became impossible to ignore.

I typed back, unable to stop myself.

TRINITY

Is that so, Mr...? And what exactly has you so excited about tonight?

The reply came back quickly.

STEPHEN

You. Ever since you kissed me last night. Or maybe it was that photo you so teasingly sent. I’ve been aching to feel you close to me again.

The boldness of his words made my whole body tense with need. Feeling a little daring now, driven by both lust and curiosity, I pushed a little further.

TRINITY

Oh really? And what would you have me do once I was close to you again?

I clenched my thighs as heat pooled in my center, unable to deny the tingling spread that was building inside me. My hand drifted beneath the covers, fingers brushing softly over my breast. My nipples were already hard, my breathing shallow.

The screen lit again.

STEPHEN

Oh no, doll. It’s what I would do to you... and that delicious body of yours.

~Fuck.~

This man had me ~soaked~, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. My fingers trailed across my stomach, dragging my nails over my skin as the tension in me deepened.

Then my phone lit up again—this time, a call.

Stephen.

Shit. Shit.

I took a second to steady my breathing, wiped the heat off my face with the back of my hand, and swiped to answer.

“Morning,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t betray just how turned on I already was.

There was a pause on the other end. A low, shaky sigh came through the speaker.

“Hmm... please tell me you’re as aroused as I am right now.”

His voice—husky, full of gravel and want—sent a bolt of electricity down my spine.

I swallowed hard. “I thought it was just me.”

“It’s you that’s doing it. The very thought of you. That body... fuck, that sexy bed voice you’ve got going on right now. God, I want you.”

I could hear the growl in his throat, could feel the way it ignited every nerve ending in my body. My fingers hovered just above my panties, the need for relief so strong it was making me dizzy.

“I wish I was waking up in that bed with you,” he murmured. “Hearing that voice in my ear while you’re still half-asleep... feeling that gorgeous body wrapped around mine. ~Fuck,~ I’m so hard for you right now.”

I don’t even know what came over me.

Bold. Reckless. Aching.

“Is that so?” I purred. “Prove it.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, then a guttural groan.

I blinked in shock at what I’d just said. “Oh my God, Stephen—I’m sorry. That was so—rude, I just—I don’t know why I—”

“It’s just what, Trinity?” he prompted, his voice low and hot with interest.

I hesitated, cheeks burning.

“It’s just … you turn me on so much.”

There was silence.

Then his voice, a little deeper. “Trinity?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Good. Because you’ve got me ridiculously aroused. I’m touching myself just to get some relief. I’m throbbing for you.”

A moan escaped me before I could stop it.

“Baby?” His voice dropped again. “Check your messages.”

My heart raced as I pulled the phone away and saw a new message notification. I opened it—and gasped.

~Oh God... mmm...~

The picture left nothing to the imagination. The proof was undeniable. He was hard. Huge. Aching for me. Just like he said.

My hand slid down beneath my panties, fingers finding my clit as I rubbed slow, gentle circles, completely consumed by the desire flooding my body.

His voice snapped me back.

“Huh? Sorry...”

Stephen chuckled darkly. “You like that, baby?”

“I can’t even think straight,” I whispered. “I’m so turned on.”

“That’s hot,” he groaned. “I want you to touch yourself for me. Tell me how wet you are. I want to imagine it’s my fingers sliding through your slick folds, finding your sweet little hole, waiting for me.”

“I’m already touching myself,” I admitted breathlessly. “I’m aching for you. My fingers are slowly rubbing, imagining they’re yours.”

“Rub faster, baby,” he rasped. “My hand’s sliding up and down my hard dick, wishing it were your tiny, soft hands wrapped around me.”

I gasped, my back arching as I pushed a finger inside myself, the wetness coating my skin undeniable. I moved in slow, deliberate motions, feeling the coil inside me tighten with every breath.

“Mmm, Stephen...”

“I can hear you, baby,” he growled. “Those moans... that perfect little purr you make when you touch yourself. You’ve got me pumping my cock so hard for you. I want to hear those sounds while I’m slamming into you. I want to claim you. Fuck. Keep moaning for me.”

My body trembled, thighs shaking as I edged closer to release, his voice in my ear, his picture on my screen—the perfect storm of pleasure.

I started moaning louder at Stephen’s encouragement, my body arching off the bed as I pushed a second finger in, circling faster, the pressure building rapidly.

“Talk to me, baby,” Stephen growled through the phone, voice thick with desire. “Are you close? I’m so fucking close. I want to hear my name on your lips, Trinity. I want to hear you purr when you come for me. Let me listen to you, doll.”

His voice—low, desperate, commanding—was the final push. Every moan he let slip fed the fire inside me, and when I heard him groaning my name, something primal took over. The tingles started to rise, coiling in my stomach, racing down to where my fingers moved faster and faster.

“Oh God, Stephen … I’m so close,” I panted. “I can’t take it anymore. Your voice … your ~groans~ in my ear—fuck!”

“Cum for me, Trinity,” he urged, strained and breathless. “Let go. I want to hear you fall apart for me, baby.”

That was it. My body trembled, the orgasm washing over me in waves of pure ecstasy. My vision blurred as I cried out his name, clenching around my fingers, riding the high as the image of him on top of me—filling me, owning me—flashed through my mind. I could almost ~feel~ his body pressed against mine, the weight of him, the heat of his skin.

“Fuck! I’m there, Trinity—~ahhh!~” His guttural cry spilled through the phone as he came, his release crashing alongside mine. The idea of his pleasure coating his stomach, his hand working himself as he imagined me touching him—it sent another shudder through me.

It was euphoric. The hottest, most intensely intimate experience I’d ever had—and we hadn’t even ~touched~ each other in person.

“God,” Stephen gasped, his voice heavy and raw, “baby … what are you doing to me? That was so fucking hot. The sounds you make … like nothing I’ve ever heard.”

My face burned, still flushed from the aftershocks of release and the heat of his words. “Mmm... that felt amazing. I just … wow. I didn’t expect that.”

“I know,” he said softly, his breathing slowing. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you later. I need to kiss those soft lips of yours again. Feel you close.”

I smiled to myself, eyes closed, my hand still resting against my body. “I fell asleep earlier, remembering the feel of your mouth on mine.”

We lay there in comfortable silence, the only sound the shared rhythm of our breathing as we came down from the high. My body felt boneless, heavy with satisfaction. My eyelids drooped, sleep inching closer.

“Mmm,” Stephen murmured, voice soft now, tender. “My sweet doll. You’re sleepy—I can hear it in your voice.”

“I am,” I admitted, smiling into the receiver. “I feel so relaxed, Stephen.”

“I just wish I was holding you right now … feeling your body against mine as we drift off.”

God, that would be perfect. The thought of his arms wrapped around me, his lips brushing my hair—it made my chest ache with longing.

“I wish that too,” I whispered.

“Beautiful…” his voice curled through me like silk. “Put your phone down and get some sleep. Before you know it, I’ll be there to pick you up.”

“I can’t wait,” I said, a soft yawn escaping before I could stop it.

“Sweet dreams, doll. I know I’ll be dreaming of the sounds you made. Purring for me.”

I bit my bottom lip at his words, remembering every one of his growls in my ear not so long ago. Every soft moan, every desperate plea.

“Oh—and send me your address before you fall asleep,” he added gently. “I want to be there right on time.”

“I promise,” I murmured, voice thick with sleep.

We hung up, and I shot off a text with my address. I plugged my phone into the charger and set my alarm, making sure I’d have enough time to get ready. Then, curling beneath the blankets, I let my body melt into the mattress.

The last thing I remembered before sleep took me was the sound of Stephen’s voice echoing through my mind.

~“Let go for me, baby.”~

And I did.