“I’m being crazy,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose, her face pointed toward the ceiling. “We’re not even dating, and I still can’t help myself. I’m being irrational and I can’t stop it.”
“We’re not dating? Says who?” I all but snap, and her head whips back to look at the screen. “I can’t fuck you until you’re too tired to moveandtake you to dinner? I’m not out banging other girls, Lana. I have no interest in any of that.” Dragging my hand down my face, I curse under my breath. This isnothow this conversation was supposed to go.
“I’m just saying I don’t know what we’re doing. I don’t know what Iwantto be doing.”
“I know it was unfair to put all that on you.” I sigh, letting her see. “I just really like you.”
“I…like you too,” she admits with a shy smile, and even though it’s noteverything,right now it’s enough.
“I’d rather you just talk to me when you’re feeling like this though. I’m not asking for you to just believeeverything I do andsay, but I amasking you to give me the benefit of the doubt on what you can and to talk to me about the things you can’t.”
“I told you my ex cheated on me, and you’re young and sexy. Why wouldn’t you be out there living your best life?”
“Because I’m living my best lifehopefullydating a woman I’m absolutely crazy about. I mean seriously, she’s a cougar and hot as hell. I’d be an idiot to mess that up.”
She grins and I do too before flipping the camera around and showing her the room.
“Where’s Bodhi?” she asks, and I chuckle before righting the camera and propping my hand behind my head.
“I told him you were mad at me so we have thirty,”—I look at the time—“more like twenty-five minutes until he’s back.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it again. “Why would he do that?”
Times like these I want to shake some sense into her—seems to be a trend today—but I know her ex tore her down and made her question even the best intentions.
So, I’ll do what she needs,bewhat she needs, until she believes me.
“So we could talk,” I start and then let my lips curl up into a wolfish smirk, “or I could watch you get off, telling you exactly what to do, what I want to see, as you make yourself come.”
Her eyes widen in surprise and she blushes, her cheeks an adorable shade of pink.
Come on, Dream Girl, you know you want to.
“I wouldn’t know what to do.”
Sitting up, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head and watch as her eyes lock on my abs and chest.
Grinning, I undo my belt and pull it from the loops, dropping it on the floor as she gulps.
“Like what you see?” I tease, popping the button on my jeans and dragging down the zipper before stepping out of them and settling back on the bed.
“This isn’t weird?” she hisses as I palm myself through my boxers.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, because I’m already imagining you naked with your hair fanned out against the pillow.”
“I… I don’t know if I can do that.”
“You can watch.” I grin. “Or we can hang up and each go about our night.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Hold on,” she grumbles, and I can’t tell if she’s put out by it or just so off-balance. Either way, it’s adorable.
She gets up off the bed, tossing her phone screen up on the mattress so I have a killer view of her ceiling. It’s the same ceiling I had the pleasure of viewing while she rode my cock. Although to be fair, it was nearly impossible to take my eyes off her.
I groan at the memory of her flushed cheeks and her bouncing tits as she impaled herself on my cock. She’d owned me, unapologetically chasing her release until she was begging me to fuck up into her.
