Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“Are we those kinds of roommates?”
“Not yet.” He laughs.
But his laughter is strangled because he is so turned on he can barely talk.
“I see.” And I do. I can easily picture this scenario because it’s so similar to what happened over the past weekend. “I close the door behind me just in case someone happens to come home—and lock it. You watch as I put my back to the door and continue watching you. I still don’t know what I should do.”
“You know what you should do.”
“And what’s that?”
“You should walk over to the bed, stand at the foot of it, and slowly pull my boxers down my hips.”
“Oh, that’s hot…”
I close my eyes to imagine it. Taking the small vibrating toy, I place it between my legs, positioning it over my clit and letting it hum hum ever so softly.
My eyes are still closed as Drew softly tells me what happens once the boxers are down over his hips, and I can see it so clearly.
Me, pulling the blue shorts down. Watching as his beautiful dick springs free. Wanting it in my mouth, eyeing it hungrily.
I had no idea I was such a dick enthusiast, but here we are.
The vibrator continues humming, making me purr.
Drew is silent.
His phone moves to a rhythm I can only identify as his body to the tempo of his arm.
He groans.
“So I stand at the foot of the bed and slowly pull down your boxers?”
I lied when I said he wasn’t good at role-playing. He’s very good.
We should do it in person sometime.
Oh, a girl can dream.
“Yeah, you pull them down, and your mouth begins to water.”
“Not literally, I hope.”
Drew laughs. “God, I hope not.”
“I would never drool while I was standin’ over you like that. Now, if it was in my mouth, that would be another story.”
“Now there’s a thought.”
He strokes.
Strokes.
My pussy vibrates.
“So what next?”
This is his fantasy now.
“You start peeling your clothes off. First, you take off your shirt, so you’re only in a bra. And then you reach beneath your skirt and take off your panties.”
I’m in a skirt?
“Then you climb on the bed on all fours, crawl toward my dick, and lick it up the base.”
So hot.
So sexy.
“For a few minutes, you suck me off, and I take a handful of your hair and work your head up and down my cock, pushing it deeper into your throat.”
Yikes.
Good thing this is only a fantasy ’cause I’d probably choke.
Wouldn’t be the worst way to die…
“I can feel my balls tighten because I’m close to coming, so I make you stop.”
I nod, the tingling in my lower half getting stronger as the neon blue vibrator works every nerve in my body, flirting with an orgasm before pulling back again.
It’s such a tease.
“I know what happens next,” I whisper. “I climb on top and raise my skirt and sink down on top of you.”
“Good girl…” he breathes. “Such a good girl.”
Am I?
Not really.
“And I ride you nice and slow because I want to come too. I want you to come inside me, and I don’t want it to be quick. I want to drag it out. I want to fuck the shit out of you, but at the same time, it has to be slow.” I whimper. “Uh, it would feel so, so good…”
“So good.” He moans, the furrowed brow is deep. His groan is long and drawn out. “Oh fuck, it would feel good.”
“Better than before when I was riding you and the headboard was banging against the wall.”
“God, I loved hearing that. So fucking hot.”
“That was hot.”
I wonder what Miranda’s neighbors might have been thinking. I would have been so freaking irritated if I were trying to sleep in the apartment next door and had to listen to someone having sex through the wall.
I turn up the volume on my vibrator, and it buzzes a bit faster.
“How close are you?” Drew asks.
I swear I catch a glimpse of perspiration on his upper lip, or am I imagining it?
“Close.” I can be closer still with the touch of a button.
“Me too,” he replies. “Show me your tits.”
I lower the phone so he can see my chest. It’s an easy request, and his expression doesn’t disappoint.
He looks like he’s in pain, eyes fixated on my boobs, arm working faster.
“Oh shit, Tess. God, you have great tits. I want to suck on them.”
“Mm-hmm,” I muster in reply, memory jogging back to the moment he had lowered his head to put his lips and mouth on my nipples. Back to the moment I plunged my hand through his hair, watching him suck and lick my breasts, the spot between my legs soaking wet.
“I want to come so bad.”
Moan.
Groan.
“Then do it.”
I don’t know who is making more noise—Drew or I as we simultaneously pleasure ourselves. I don’t know if this is going to bring us closer together or draw us further apart.