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slippery.
The image filled his mind, the way it had a thousand times before. Her, with her legs spread and her fingers buried in her heat. All those nights he laid in his bed, alone, listening to the sound of her ragged breathing as she stroked that hot pussy. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes, fisted his cock, and stroked slowly as the sounds she’d made long ago filled his head. By God, she was beautiful in the throes of passion. He ached to be a fly on the wall of her apartment.
When he didn’t respond—because he couldn’t make his brain work much past that image of her—another message popped up.
MadHatter300: Guys like to know that stuff, right?
His heart twisted at another sign of her insecurity.
BookNerd: Sorry. You distracted me for a minute. You make my cock ache, sweetheart. That’s perfect.
MadHatter3000: You want me?
More memories flooded his mind. He squeezed the head of his cock, swiping his thumb over the bead of slick liquid dripping out the tip as the sound of her voice filled his head. She’d said those exact words to him once three years ago, had spoken them on a breathless, distracted whisper. Her voice had become an erratic, jerky huff that filled his mind with images of her long, slender fingers flying over her clit as she raced toward orgasm. It had taunted him then and did so again now.
BookNerd: You have no idea.
MadHatter3000: What r u thinking?
BookNerd: I’m imagining you, with your legs spread, fingers stroking your pussy. I bet you look incredible. Christ, I can almost smell you. I’d be on my knees at your feet, worshiping that pussy. I ache to replace those fingers with my tongue.
MadHatter3000: God, u don’t know what that does to me…
He let out a soft curse and dropped his head back onto the sofa. His cock was so hard, so engorged, every stroke had extreme pleasure shooting to his toes. He was a sneeze from the edge. A couple of long strokes would be all it took. The imagined sound of her voice wrapped him like hot velvet, like she was there beside him, and another memory lodged itself in his mind. Another heated phone call, once upon a time. “Tell me what you’d do to me, Gray…”
Too ramped up and too damn close to imploding, he forced himself to open his eyes and released his cock, focusing, instead on the computer. If he didn’t, he was going to come without her, and this wasn’t about his needs. It was about hers. He could take care of himself later.
He thought for a minute, then dove into the fantasy.
BookNerd: I like it slow. I’d take my time with you. Caress your thighs, stroke your belly, pinch your nipples. I’d lean in and inhale your scent. I bet you smell incredible.
MadHatter3000: U like that?
God, did he ever.
BookNerd: A woman’s scent is damn erotic. I’d have to lean in and taste. Long, slow strokes of my tongue, each one ending with a flick over your clit. I’d take my time, relishing the way you taste and the musk of your scent. Can you feel my tongue, baby?
MadHatter3000: God yes.
Grayson dragged a shaky hand through his hair. Christ. He could almost hear her moan that time. When she exploded, he’d no doubt go with her, and he wouldn’t have to touch himself at all. Every inch of him was set to combust.
Encouraged, he continued, allowing himself to get lost in the fantasy, for her benefit.
BookNerd: I’d swirl my tongue around your clit, scrape my teeth over your mound, nibble the insides of your thighs, stroking your lips with my thumbs…touching everywhere but where you want me to.
MadHatter3000: Tease…
BookNerd: ;) All the while my hands are all over you. Caressing and massaging your breasts, twirling your nipples between my fingers. Are your nipples sensitive, sweetheart?
He knew they were, because she’d told him once, but for the sake of the charade, he’d asked. And because he ached to know what she’d tell him.
MadHatter3000: Mmm. Very. I like them pinched.
BookNerd: Do the opposite for me.
The image filled his mind, the way it had a thousand times before. Her, with her legs spread and her fingers buried in her heat. All those nights he laid in his bed, alone, listening to the sound of her ragged breathing as she stroked that hot pussy. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes, fisted his cock, and stroked slowly as the sounds she’d made long ago filled his head. By God, she was beautiful in the throes of passion. He ached to be a fly on the wall of her apartment.
When he didn’t respond—because he couldn’t make his brain work much past that image of her—another message popped up.
MadHatter300: Guys like to know that stuff, right?
His heart twisted at another sign of her insecurity.
BookNerd: Sorry. You distracted me for a minute. You make my cock ache, sweetheart. That’s perfect.
MadHatter3000: You want me?
More memories flooded his mind. He squeezed the head of his cock, swiping his thumb over the bead of slick liquid dripping out the tip as the sound of her voice filled his head. She’d said those exact words to him once three years ago, had spoken them on a breathless, distracted whisper. Her voice had become an erratic, jerky huff that filled his mind with images of her long, slender fingers flying over her clit as she raced toward orgasm. It had taunted him then and did so again now.
BookNerd: You have no idea.
MadHatter3000: What r u thinking?
BookNerd: I’m imagining you, with your legs spread, fingers stroking your pussy. I bet you look incredible. Christ, I can almost smell you. I’d be on my knees at your feet, worshiping that pussy. I ache to replace those fingers with my tongue.
MadHatter3000: God, u don’t know what that does to me…
He let out a soft curse and dropped his head back onto the sofa. His cock was so hard, so engorged, every stroke had extreme pleasure shooting to his toes. He was a sneeze from the edge. A couple of long strokes would be all it took. The imagined sound of her voice wrapped him like hot velvet, like she was there beside him, and another memory lodged itself in his mind. Another heated phone call, once upon a time. “Tell me what you’d do to me, Gray…”
Too ramped up and too damn close to imploding, he forced himself to open his eyes and released his cock, focusing, instead on the computer. If he didn’t, he was going to come without her, and this wasn’t about his needs. It was about hers. He could take care of himself later.
He thought for a minute, then dove into the fantasy.
BookNerd: I like it slow. I’d take my time with you. Caress your thighs, stroke your belly, pinch your nipples. I’d lean in and inhale your scent. I bet you smell incredible.
MadHatter3000: U like that?
God, did he ever.
BookNerd: A woman’s scent is damn erotic. I’d have to lean in and taste. Long, slow strokes of my tongue, each one ending with a flick over your clit. I’d take my time, relishing the way you taste and the musk of your scent. Can you feel my tongue, baby?
MadHatter3000: God yes.
Grayson dragged a shaky hand through his hair. Christ. He could almost hear her moan that time. When she exploded, he’d no doubt go with her, and he wouldn’t have to touch himself at all. Every inch of him was set to combust.
Encouraged, he continued, allowing himself to get lost in the fantasy, for her benefit.
BookNerd: I’d swirl my tongue around your clit, scrape my teeth over your mound, nibble the insides of your thighs, stroking your lips with my thumbs…touching everywhere but where you want me to.
MadHatter3000: Tease…
BookNerd: ;) All the while my hands are all over you. Caressing and massaging your breasts, twirling your nipples between my fingers. Are your nipples sensitive, sweetheart?
He knew they were, because she’d told him once, but for the sake of the charade, he’d asked. And because he ached to know what she’d tell him.
MadHatter3000: Mmm. Very. I like them pinched.
BookNerd: Do the opposite for me.
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