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Her words sent a jolt of electricity shooting straight down his spine to his dick. Her voice had lost its sleepy tenor and was just a sexy whisper, probably meant to keep the other girls on the bus from hearing her. But it was making him so hard it hurt.
    “We’ll see about that.” He didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing him, but his laughter was dark and quiet all the same. There was an intimacy about this that he didn’t want to mess up. “What are you wearing right now?”
    For a second she was quiet, and he hoped he hadn’t pissed her off. But when she spoke, her voice was low and thick—rekindling his belief that she needed this as much as he did. “My Hank shirt and panties. Black ones.”
    “Any chance I can get you to take off the shirt for me?” Sorry, Hank.
    “Well, now, that depends,” she drawled in the sweet Oklahoma accent he loved so much. “What are you going to do for me?”
    Oh yeah, this was happening. “What do you want me to do?”
    His girl didn’t miss a beat. “I want you to touch me, Trace. I need you to touch me.”
    His dick jerked and twitched beneath the covers. He closed his eyes and pictured her there with him. Sliding his hand down, he gripped the thick length of his erection. “Baby, I need to touch you so bad. I came damn close to driving to Oklahoma tonight.”
    She moaned and he almost came right then. “Don’t tease me,” she pouted.
    “Oh I’m not teasing. I have full intentions of pleasing you. In a variety of ways. Until then, how you comin’ with that shirt?”
    “It’s off. Just in panties now.” Thank you Lord for giving me a good imagination.
    “No bra?”
    “Nope.”
    He growled. “Run your hands over those pretty pink nipples for me. Tell me how they feel.”
    She let a light moan escape. “Hard,” she whispered.
    “Good. They’d be in my mouth if I was there. Now, run your hand down your stomach, slow. Real slow,” he commanded. He gripped his dick harder, willing himself to hold out until he got her off.
    “Trace,” she whispered. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
    “You can, baby. I’m here. You can, I promise,” he reassured her. “Now, rub yourself over those sexy black panties. Tell me how it feels.”
    “Good. Wet.” She whimpered again.
    “Mmm, I wish I could be there to taste you. Is it throbbing for me?”
    Her voice came out so strained it almost sounded like she was in serious pain. “Y-yes.”
    “Slide your panties off, Kylie Lou. Kick ‘em onto the floor.”
    He could hear her shuffling movements. Good girl was following orders. Lord knew it wasn’t something she did normally. He grinned to himself, feeling pretty damn special.
    “They’re off,” she breathed into the phone.
    “Spread your legs for me. As far as they can go.”
    “Can I touch myself?”
    Oh sweet Jesus. He loved that she asked permission. He felt himself falling headfirst down towards the point of no return so he removed his hand and tried to pull himself together. He had to take care of his girl first.
    “Yeah, you can. Just use one finger at first. Slide it inside for me. Once you’re good and wet you can touch your clit, if you’re a good girl.”
    Her heavy breathing was full-on panting when she spoke again. “I’m a good girl. Promise.”
    He growled into the phone. “Baby, I know you’re not alone on that bus, but when I let you come I need to hear you moan my name. Like that night on the bus. Can you do that for me?”
    “Yes.” She let out a broken whimper and he stroked his cock from tip to bottom and back up again.
    “Add another finger, baby. Once they’re both nice and wet, rub them over your swollen clit for me.” Her breathy moans and whimpers were about to send him over the edge. Dammit .
    “ Oh God , Trace.”
    “Fuck. Come for me, sweet girl.”
    “N-now?” she stammered.
    He knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. “Yeah, Kylie Lou. I need you to do it now.”
    “Okay,” she whispered urgently. Son