“Are you wearing it right now?”
“I might be. “
His pleased hum did funny things to my stomach. “Anything else with it?”
“Logan, it’s only eight o’clock. Do you think I’m running around naked except for your hoodie?”
“Wishful thinking,” he said with a laugh.
I chewed my lip, trying to decide if I was going to let this go further. It wouldn’t be nearly as good as having him fly out here to relieve a little stress, but it might take the edge off.
Or make it worse.
Who was to say? All I knew was I had slick going to waste.
“You have good timing because I’m currently alone in the house, and I could grant that particular wish.”
“Really? Let’s rub that genie out of the bottle, then. Be a good girl and lie back.”
The start of a whine snuck out before I could smother it, and I could practically hear his smirk. Even so, I followed the instructions, first removing my bra and lower layers, then flopping backward, wriggling under my blankets, and setting the phone inside the hood near my ear.
“You got anything to help you along, or are you doing this old school?”
“Super duper didnotbring sex toys with me on this trip.”
“Not a problem. If I can’t have my hands on you, imagining yours on you is the next best thing. My fist won’t compare to your cunt, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
“Logan,” I hissed. “You’ve got a dirty mouth.”
“I wasn’t hearing complaints when it was between your thighs. Be good for me and put your handsexactlywhere you would want my tongue right now.”
I pouted as I slipped my fingers under the blankets, heading straight for my clit. I wanted his moutheverywhere, but he only had one of those. The combination of his scent, voice, and my sure touch had a moan spilling past my lips.
“You’re a little minx, mama. I bet you went right for the goods, didn’t you?” His breath hitched deliciously.
“I might have. Don’t lie and tell me you didn’t do the same.”
“I’d never lie to you. I’ll sacrifice all the pride and tell you I’ve thought about you a thousand times a day since you left. I barely get through a second without you in my head.”
I swallowed hard. I didn’t know what to do with that confession. The only reason it wasn’t true on my end was because I’d been so fucking busy I barely had time to think. Onagoodday, my brain was soup lately. “This would be ten times more fun if you were actually here.”
“Send me the address, and I can be there in about four hours.”
I laughed and snuck my fingers deeper, sliding my other hand up and under the hoodie. “Tempting, but I’m not fucking anyone in my childhood bedroom.”
“What about a hotel suite?”
“Also tempting, but I’m gonna need you to focus right now. I’m on a time limit before people get home.”
The mood shifted even before he spoke, playfulness melting away in an instant. “How many fingers are inside you right now?”
“Two,” I replied with a shudder.
“Make it three. Close your eyes, and I want your other hand on your throat.”
I shivered as I flexed my hips, working another finger into my cunt, and slid my other hand even higher until I could wrap it around the column of my neck with a whimper.
“That’s my good girl.” I could hear the slick sound of his hand on his cock, each audible stroke making my pussy clench. “I bet you look so fucking beautiful right now. You know exactly how I’d fuck you if I was there. Why don’t you use those pretty fingers to bring yourself closer to the edge for me, hmm?”
