“I’d have you bent over the couch,” he grits out. “One hand in your hair, the other slapping your slippery clit. You wouldn’t last five minutes.”
“Neither would you,” I tease. “You’d be so deep in me, you’d forget your own name. And I’d be so loud you’d have to cover my mouth just to keep me from waking the whole damn block.”
He swears under his breath, and I grin. I love it when I get him like this, the sound hits me deep.
“Keep talking, Red.”
I prop my phone against the pillow and slide two fingers inside me, curling and fucking myself slowly. My other hand trails back to tweak my nipple, sending jolts of heat straight to my core.
“I’d ride you so good, baby.” My breath hitches high. “Real slow at first, just to tease you. Just to feel how hard and big you are as I slide down you. Then I’d grind and bounce on that cock, begging you to let me come all over you.”
His breath shudders down the line.
“You close?”
“Uh-huh.” I can barely speak. “Tell me I can come.”
“Fuckin’ do it,” he moans, and my hand moves faster at the sound. “Make a mess for me, baby.”
“Mmm…” My voice catches. “I’m—fuck—”
“Come for me. Right fucking now.”
It hits hard, and my whole body arches, breath caught on a gasp I can’t swallow. I can hear him losing it too, his voice ragged as he lets go, both of us crashing into it at the same time.
Silence stretches for a moment after, just the sound of our panting filling the phone line.
“Jesus Christ,” he finally mutters. “You just made my fuckin' night.”
I laugh, lazy and satisfied, still catching my breath as my body melts into the blankets.
“You’re so much trouble,” I whisper. “I’m gonna have to start pre-stretching.”
“Pre-stretching?” he echoes. “Babe, I’m the warm-upandthe main event.”
I groan. “You didnotjust say that.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
I roll to my side, clutching my phone and smiling like an idiot, blanket half-twisted around my legs.
“So is that your main personality trait, Fireboy? Being wrong?”
“My main traits are voice, mouth, and stamina. Personality is a bonus.”
“You forgot cocky as hell.”
“That’simplied.”
I laugh, breath still short, my body warm all over in that smug, toe-curling way only he manages to pull from me. I don’t know how he does it, how he can be cute and funny while also telling me exactly how he’d fuck me into next week. His voice is both a hand around my throat and a blanket around my shoulders.
“Do you talk to all your internet girls like this?”
“Only the ones who come as pretty as you sound.”
I scoff, and there’s a beat.
“Besides… you’re not justan internet girl, Red.”
