“Ugh. It’s hot, alright? It’s sexy! It’s really really nice to listen to,” she grumbles.
I’m grinning as I let another purr rumble through my chest for her. I hear her sigh and shift on her bed. I rub my palm across my heated groin. A growing need to touch myself.
She makes a strangled noise.
“Is something wrong?”
“Ant. I don’t want you to think this means anything.”
“What would it mean?” I ask, cupping my own slit. My cock strains behind it, longing to emerge.
“I just wondered if you would help me with something.”
“What’s that, my flame?”
“I… haven’t been able to come since we were together,” she confesses. I suck in a breath.
“That must be really frustrating.” A small part of me preens at her admission.
“It is. Believe me. I’ve tried. A lot. The only times I have was—” She stops herself from speaking.
I need to hear the end of this sentence so badly. “Was when?”
“When I pretended you were outside my window. Watching me.”
Fuck. My dick shoots out in one fast swoop, into my waiting grip. Another purr rumbles deep in my chest, I couldn’t stop the noise now if I tried. She makes another soft moan on her side of the phone.
“Fuck, baby girl. That’s hot.”
She lets out one of her sexy little giggles.
“I can help you,” I tell her. “If that’s what you need right now. Friends help each other with things, right?”
“Right,” she agrees easily.
“What are you wearing?”
“Nothing,” she mutters. “I mean, clothes of course.”
“A shirt?” I ask.
“Tanktop.”
I reward her with a louder purr.
“No bra,” she murmurs. I can picture her now, spread across the bed. The slopes of her full breasts, her nipples puckering at the thin fabric of the shirt. Fuck. One hand tracing lazily across her stomach down to?—
“Underwear?” The rumble settles deep in my chest.
“Big baggy granny panties,” she says, but I hear the giggle in her voice.
“That’s a lie,” I say, slowly stroking my cock.
“It is,” she admits with a little laugh. “I’m Pooh Bearing it. No bottoms. Completely bare down there.”
I reward her with a deep loud purr and feel justified when I hear her breath hitch.
“Piper,” I whisper her name.
