BRIANNA:I can’t text much with one hand.
ME:Where’s your other hand?
BRIANNA:Between my legs.
ME:Bullshit. Show me.
Two minutes later a text came through, a photo of Brianna in my Rangers shirt, inched up enough so I could see the absence of anything underneath.
Holy shit.Texting or sexting or whatever wasn’t going to cut it. I needed to see this.
Brianna’s flushed face filled my screen after I dialed her number.
“Hello?” Her breathless greeting and crooked smile made me burst out laughing.
“Brianna Marie, you are a filthy animal. And I fucking love it.”
“I love your hands.” She bit her lip and squirmed on the bed.
“I know you do, baby.” I was dizzy from the sudden loss of blood flow to my brain. Brianna was always my undoing, but watching her get herself off robbed me of all coherent thought. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and there was only us, even though we had an entire fucking country between us. “My hands love you right back.”
“I didn’t get enough last night, Josh.”
I leaned back on the bed, my eyes zooming in on her heaving chest, the camera drifted up and all I saw of the action below was her arm darting back and forth.
“I didn’t, either. I’ll never get enough of you. Move the phone down. I want to see how wet my hands made that pussy.”
A sexy grin stretched her lips before she moved the camera down to what I wanted to see. Her glistening hand moved back and forth, and my painfully hard erection strained against the waist band of my boxers.
“You stole my shirt,” I scolded in a hoarse whisper.
“I needed something that smelled like you.” She put the phone down and yanked the shirt over her head. “Better?”
“Jesus, Bri,” I growled. Those tits were glorious, all right. I wished I could dip my head right through the phone and suck one of those nipples into my mouth. When I did that and played with her clit at the same time, she went off like a grenade.
“Take it out, Falco.” She nodded down at the tent in my shorts.
“Yes, ma’am.” I grinned as I pulled at my boxers and let my dick free. I was so hard I could cut glass. I let my hand drift up and down, making sure Brianna had a bird’s-eye view of it all. I smiled at the hiss that fell from her lips.
“The fact that all I want to do is suck you right now makes me a perv, doesn’t it?”
I shook my head and bit my lip.How much would a red-eye to San Francisco cost?
“No, it makes you awesome. Everything about you is amazing. That body, those lips. Every inch of you is fucking gorgeous. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. What I wouldn’t give to be balls deep in you right now.”
“Keep doing that, Josh. I want to watch you.” Her voice drawled out in a whimper. I knew she was close, and I wanted nothing more than to see her fall apart.
“I want to watch you, too, so go faster, Bri. Find my favorite little bump and go faster.”
Her legs stiffened as her hips bucked off the bed, her eyes shut tight as she rode her fingers. Two pumps up and down my throbbing cock with that beautiful sight in front of me made me come all over my chest.
Brianna collapsed back onto the bed, a sleepy smile spread across her face. I reached for a couple of tissues and felt as light as a feather as I cleaned myself up.
“So, I was thinking.” Her lips pursed after she pulled my shirt back over her head. “We said . . . someday . . . but it’s silly to pay two rents, right?” She shimmied under the blankets as a smirk twisted her mouth. “And I want to come home to you every night—now. So, I was thinking.” She shrugged. “Maybe you’d want to move in with me?”
A slow grin lifted my cheeks. “I’ll talk to my landlord this week about breaking the lease. I’ll be packed by the time you get back.”
I leaned in to get a better look at her beaming smile. “I’m all yours, Bri. However you want me.”
