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“Yes.”
“Will you touch yourself for me?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
DREW
“Do you swear you won’t take any screenshots or video of this, Drew?”
“I swear on my life. Here,” I say, setting a pillow on the bed next to me and propping my phone against it. “I’m not even touching my phone.”
I watch her eyes rake over my bare chest. “Okay,” she says, and her body shifts as she reaches down.
“I want to see your hands on your tits first. I want you to imagine that it’s my tongue circling those nipples. I want you to make yourself good and ready for me.”
She lets out a humorless laugh. “Believe me, I’m already ready. I’m glad I’m not wearing any clothes, because my underwear would be soaked through.”
Oh, she’s into dirty talk. That’s a pleasant surprise.
“Good, let’s get you even more ready. I want you to show me what you like.”
She props her phone up on the bed like I did, horizontally, and then lies back down, facing the phone. Then she folds back the blanket that was covering her, and I take in the perfect form of her naked upper body. She’s so fucking hot that I can’t help but pump my hand over my cock, tugging slowly as I watch herbring her thumbs to her mouth and suck them in, then cup her breasts in her hands and slide them across her nipples. She tilts her head back so I’m looking at the creamy expanse of her neck, and I imagine running my tongue along her skin.
When she lets out a low groan of pleasure, I say, “I want to kiss you so fucking bad.”
She looks back at the phone. “Alright, sicko. You just stay in your lane over there, because I have no desire to get strep again.”
“God, that mouth,” I say. “I can’t wait until I’m there in person because I can think of all kinds of ways to shut you up.”
“Instead, you’re getting phone sex,” she says with a smirk. “Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“I’ll remind you of that sometime when you’re begging me to fill you.”
Another low groan escapes the back of her throat as I watch her roll her nipples between her fingers. “Fuck, Drew. I already want you so bad.”
“Yeah?” I say as I tug on my cock, pulling harder, wanting to feel the tightness I remember feeling last time I was inside her. “Show me. Reach down there and swipe your fingers against your pussy so I can see if you’re really as ready as you say you are.”
She reaches her hand out of view, then holds two fingers close to the camera. They are glistening with the signs of her arousal. “Fuck me,” I say. “I wish I was there with you right now.”
“Why?” she asks, her voice suddenly teasing. “What would you do?”
“Whatwouldn’tI do? First, I’d want to taste you,” I tell her, and she reaches her hand down. The small movements of her arm make me think she’s circling her clit. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes,” she sighs, then brings her hand that’s on her breast up to her mouth, circles the tip of her thumb with her tongue—which has me letting out a groan that’s part frustration, part pleasure—and then brings it back to circle her nipple again.
“Good. But don’t enter yourself yet. I’ll tell you when we’re at that point.”
“It’s cute that you think I need your permission to get myself off, Drew.”
“Again, with that mouth, huh? I’d like to see it so full of my cock that you couldn’t smart off at me.”
“But since we’re on the phone, I guess you’ll just have to suffer through listening to me then.”
My chest shakes with the quick laugh that erupts out of me. “Move your phone back. I clearly need to see what you’re doing, since I can’t trust you.”
Her lips curl up on one side. “You first.”
Reaching over, I push the phone, along with the pillow behind it, far enough away that she can see my dick jutting out of my hand. Her sharp intake of breath is proof that I’ve got the phone positioned in the right place, and I slide my hand up to the tip, circling it before sliding my hand back down. “This would feel so much better if you were drenching my cock right now.”
