Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Luci?” His voice is panicked when I don’t answer.
“I’m here,” I laugh. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely buzzed.”
I laugh again loudly, placing the bottle and cup on my desk before crawling into bed. I press the phone tightly against my ear as I pull the covers over me. The cool pillow feels good against my warm cheek, and I close my eyes, listening to his breathing.
“Bold,” I tell him.
“What?” He chuckles.
“Bold. You were bold for coming here yesterday,” I sigh. “I like it when you’re bold.”
“I’m going to be upfront right now,” he chuckles again, and I can picture his smile, so sexy and wide as it travels all the way to his eyes, “and let you know that I’m going to take advantage of this to the fullest.”
I close my eyes and hold onto my picture of his face. We’re quiet until his deep voice seductively whispers. “So what are you wearing?”
“Really?” I giggle. “I’m tipsy, not stupid.” I smile up at nothing, at myself, at him, at his defeated sigh as it echoes loudly into the phone.
“It doesn’t matter, naked or clothed, you’re hot either way.”
“Debatable,” I giggle.
“You looked so hot yesterday,” he confesses. “Every time I see you, it’s difficult to stay away.”
“Nothing.” I suddenly answer his first question, my voice deep. “I’m not wearing anything.”
“Don’t tease me,” his voice is throaty and I giggle again.
“Keep laughing,” he whispers, his voice strained.
“Oh my god,” I throw my head back on the pillow, amused. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” He exhales deeply, taking my silence as an answer. “Yes,” he admits.
“Shit,” my jaw drops.
“Yeah,” he breathes out a moan. “I won't tell if you don't.”
I laugh a breathy sound, and he moans again wildly. “Am I crazy?”
“Yes!” I answer excitedly.
“Do you want me to stop? I can call you right back, or we can just talk tomorrow or something.”
“No!” I shout a little too enthusiastically. “No,” I repeat, lower this time. “But you have to let me hear you.”
“Still so kinky,” His joy is unmistakable. “Still so much trouble.”
“And this doesn't change anything,” I add.
“Okay,” he laughs. “You hear me. Nothing changes. Got it.”
The line goes quiet, except for rustling and heavy breathing.
“What are you thinking about?” I whisper.
“You,” he grunts. “Always you.”
“What about me?”
“Fuck, Luci,” he groans, and the sound of him doing so directly in my ear, brings back wonderful memories. “What not about you. Everything.”
I smile, a true, genuine smile.
“Uhhhh!” He moans, and that’s it, I’m soaked. I close my eyes and let myself pretend the bad things never happened. I enjoy listening to his sounds, the movement of his hand, and his heavy, labored breaths.
“Lately, I’ve been thinking about seeing you again. Every encounter more real than the last.” He grunts again. “And before that?” He’s breathless. “I’d just replay every one of our times together. Sometimes, I feel it’s what kept me feeling alive.”
I nod, knowing exactly what he means.
“But right now, aside from the way you looked on our non-date,” he laughs. “Or you in your pajamas yesterday, or showing up in my classroom last week, or your smile, or the way your big brown eyes light up when you see me, even though you’re mad, I’m thinking about our very last time together,” his voice is airy and quick. “What it was like being inside of you.”
“I remember it all too well,” I breathe, squeezing my legs together.
“How could either of us forget?” He agrees, and the way his groans are becoming more drawn out has me breathing harder too. I can’t help it. I move my hand under the waistband of my pajamas, playing with the wetness.
“Coming in you was better than I ever could have imagined it would be. I never came in anyone bare like that before.” I hear his hand picking up speed. “And I think about it all the time.”
I may have let a moan escape.
“Are you touching yourself? Fuck!” He grunts loudly. “Luci, please tell me you are!”
“Maybe,” I tease, and his next moan is so loud that I think for sure he came right then, but a second later, his words are tight, and I can still hear his jerking movements. “Fuck, you’re make my dick so hard!”
I moan, resting the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I move my other hand into my underwear. One playing with my wet hole while the other rubs circles over my clit.
“Uh, yes!” He grunts, and I close my eyes, focusing on his voice, picturing his swollen head as he thrusts into his hand.
“They replaced all the chairs at school, but I kept mine,” he pants. “Because that’s where I came in that tight hole of yours.”
I moan loudly.
“That’s it, Luci,” he encourages. “I can't stop thinking about it. The way your pussy coaxed my come out,” he grunts loudly. “I fucking poured inside of you. You milked every last drop out of me, you know that?”