Wide awake with arousal, I shoved down the front of my sweats and wrapped my hand around my horny cock. “What are you wearing?”
She laughed, all mischief. “Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know?”
I closed my eyes, letting her voice crawl all over me. Her mocha eyes and swollen, dark nipples, begging for my mouth,the way her thighs trembled if I bit down. The image alone had me strung tight, desperate. I stroked harder, breathing faster. “Be honest,” I growled. “Does your naked body miss me as much as I miss you?”
“I can’t stop thinking of you,” she confessed.
“Play with yourself,” I drawled, pulling and playing with the foreskin around the glans. I continued massaging at a faster pace.
“Oh, I already am, Mister Scott. I’m naked, and I’m rubbing myself with a little body oil.”
“Good. That’s my girl.” I pictured Vera, naked and slick, sprawled across her sheets. My voice dropped. “Take your hand, baby. Pretend it’s my cock. Show me how much you missed it.”
“Oh, I won’t forget you. I need you in me. Wish you could see what you’re doing to me right now.”
On cue, I heard a soft vibrating noise in the background. “What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I’ve got my vibrator, but I’m picturing your cock sliding inside me instead,” Vera teased.
“You want me filling you up, huh? You want my cum dripping out of you, baby?”
She laughed breathlessly. “The real question is, do you want your cock inside me?”
“Fuck, yeah. He’s far from virtuous right now.”
“He was never virtuous, you filthy boy. The bad things you do to me…”
“I want you,” I grunted, fist working harder. I was wired, every muscle hungry for her.
“Oh, I’m coming, Scotty. I’m coming.” Vera’s voice broke, crying my name over and over again.
I lost it.
“Take it, baby,” I groaned, hips jerking as I spilled hard across the floor, pleasure ripping through me. For a second, allI could hear was our ragged breathing, both of us wrecked and wild.
Then, at the same time, we both started to speak.
“You first, sweetheart,” I said.
She hesitated, then her voice softened. “I appreciate your call. And the flowers? You made my week.”
A grin pulled at my lips. “Glad to hear it. So, got any wild plans tonight?”
“Nope. Just me and takeout. You?”
I let out a dry laugh. “Actually, I’ve got a date. Set it up weeks ago. She’s a business partner’s cousin.”
“Duty calls?” she teased, a sly edge in her tone.
“It’s an obligation.”
“Then go,” she said. “But if you bail before midnight and get hungry, you know where to find me. Call me.”
“A midnight snack?” I teased.
“Exactly. Why not?”
I hesitated, then let it slip. “I like you. More than I should.”
