Well, that’s a lie. I’d fucking hate working a normal forty-hour week in an office or something. That life would never be for me.
But I would like more time with my girlfriend.
Add in the fact that she can’t leave Reed alone for too long, because he’s still a kid, and well, our schedules cockblock the hell out of us. We steal a few hours at each other’s places whenever we can, and if Reed is spending the night at Eddie’s, she sleeps over at my place, but it’s not enough.
As if just thinking the wordcockis enough to wake the under-used bastard, I shift my position on the couch and adjust myself. “Can you sneak in some alone time? Like banish Reedto the living room and put a movie on loud, then lock your bedroom door?”
Blair’s throaty chuckle doesn’t help my dick calm down. “Probably. Why? I’m not having video sex with you while my brother’s in the other room.”
Damn, I’d love to see her spread out and naked. Next time. “Not video sex, baby. I’m talking about good old-fashioned phone sex.”
She chuckles again, phone rustling like she’s moving, then a muffled, “I’m going to go talk to Logan in my room, okay?”
I can’t hear Reed’s reply, but a moment later, there’s the faint sound of a door closing and the softclickof a lock.
“Okay,” my girl murmurs. “Talk dirty to me.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Tugging down my joggers, I get comfortable on the couch and palm my dick. “Get on your bed, angel. I want your panties around your ankles and your pretty thighs spread wide in the next five seconds.”
“Bossy,” she teases, but a few moments later, she whispers, “any other demands,sir?”
Fuck. Me.
If my dick wasn’t rock hard before, it would be after that. Groaning, I tug on the piercings that line the underside of my shaft. “Yes. Keep calling me that.”
“Yes, sir,” she says in her brattiest tone.
I fucking love it.
“Is the air cold against your wet pussy, baby?” I squeeze my dick, imagining how she looks. Spread out on her bed, her pretty brown thighs open, pussy glistening with need for me.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, I wish I was there to warm you up. Would you want to ride my face or my dick?”
Her little gasp makes my dick jump in my hand.
“Both. First your face, then your dick.”
“That’s my greedy girl. I want you to get your fingers nice and slick, angel. Three of them. Dip them into your pussy, but don’t you dare fuck yourself yet. Just get them wet. Understand?”
“Yes,sir.” She emphasizes the wordsirwith as much attitude as she can muster, but that attitude vanishes beneath a whimper, and I know she’s following my instructions.
“Are your fingers coated?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Good. Now I want you to play with your pussy. Run those three fingers over your lips and around your clit. Like I’m licking you. But don’t fucking touch that clit yet.” I pump my dick to the sounds of her ragged breaths and soft little moans. If I were there with her, I’d be swallowing them as I kissed the hell out of her, but this is almost as delicious.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes. But I want to touch my clit.”
I love that she’s playing along, but I’m going to draw this out for as long as I can. “Not yet. Pump those three fingers in and out of your pussy a few times, baby. Drag them along your inner walls like I’m licking that pretty cunt.”
“Oh, fuck, Logan.” Her words are punctuated by needy little gasps that have pre-cum beading up at my tip. I run my thumb through it and drag it down my dick.
“Now, I want you to circle your clit again. But don’t touch it. Not yet. Tease yourself. Because that’s how I’d be licking you if I was there right now.”
