“Fuckin’ right they are.” My core clenches at the fierce, possessive tone. “Are you touching yourself? Imagining my tongue working your clit? Thinking about how good it would feel to have my cock buried inside you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s because no one makes you come like I do. No one knows the rhythm of your body the way I do. Like a goddamn symphony for my ears alone.”
There’s no point protesting. We both know it’s true.
But…
“Are you sure about that?” I circle my clit again, every muscle in my body going taut as I imagine Parker’s thick digits wrapped around his cock. “I’ve got my new friend Rose here with me.”
“Yeah?” The quiet slap of flesh echoes down the line as he jacks himself. “Should we invite her to the party?”
Abso-freaking-lutely.
“The more, the merrier.” I switch the rose bud on, setting it close to the phone so he can hear the quiet hum as I wriggle out of my thong.
“Fuuuck.I wish you were here.”
Tenderness warms my chest, but it’s quickly consumed by a tide of molten desire, the knowledge that Parker is somewhere in this hotel, stroking his cock, heightening my arousal.
“Mmm.” I grab the rose and drag it across my stomach, relishing the gentle vibrations. “So good. I’m not sure if I should start with my nipple or—”
“Spread your legs like a good girl.” My thighs part instantly. “I want that rose on your pussy,” he rasps. “It’ll be like I’m right there with you, sucking your clit until you scream.”
I press the rose to my clit andDios mío.
A strangled cry escapes my throat. The onslaught of sensation—a combination of sucking and blowing—is almost too much to bear. Devin makes noises of encouragement, but I barely register them. Pleasure radiates through every nerve in my body, the tension between my legs coiling tighter and tighter as I race toward climax at light speed.
“Qué rico.”
“That’s right.” Parker’s breath hitches and it’s possible he’s holding out, waiting for me. I don’t know. I can’t think past the intensity building between my legs, the promise of an explosive orgasm hovering at my fingertips. “Come for me, Shorty.”
With the palm of my hand, I rock the vibrator against my clit, losing myself in the fantasy as I spiral toward oblivion.
“I’m going to—”
White light explodes behind my eyelids and I cry out, pleasure ripping through my body like an avenging angel. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Every nerve in my body sings and my back bows off the bed, the sheer intensity of the orgasm threatening to split me in two as a warm liquid dampens my thighs and sheets.
“Fuck, yes,” Devin roars, riding out his own climax on the other end of the line. A beat passes before he announces, “We’re going to have to do this again.”
“Yeah, we are.” I scoot up in the bed, examining the wet spot on the sheets. “No pressure, but I think Rose just made me squirt.”
He’s silent so long, I check to make sure I haven’t dropped the call. “Devin?”
“Shit.” He chuckles and heat prickles along my exposed skin. “I never thought I’d actually be competing with a toy.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. The phone sex was A+ work.” I grab my cell off the nightstand and switch it back to talk mode, bringing it to my ear as I curl up against the pillows. “Do you do this a lot?”
“Phone sex? No.” He snorts. “Is that what you heard on campus?”
“No.” I pause, pulling the sheet over my body. “You just seemed…very comfortable with the whole thing.”
“That’s because I’ve been listening to your pornalicious audiobooks.”
“Really?” I grin, doing my best to suppress a laugh. “Well, good news then. If you don’t make it as a sports commentator, you can always try your hand at narrating audiobooks.”
“Let me guess. You volunteer as tribute to help me practice?”
