“No, no—pulled over at a rest stop. Real classy one. VIP-level.”
“VIP, huh?”
“Yep. This truck’s got a bed in the back. Best mattress on wheels.”
“A VIP bed,” she repeats. “You should show it to me.”
My heart slams against my ribs. “I’d love to. Sounds like that fantasy you had, doesn’t it? Fogged-up windows. Wet skin.”
“Mmm. God, yes,” she whispers. “I probablyshouldwant to hook up in some ritzy skyscraper like a respectable woman. But that was never my speed.”
Her voice drops an octave, breathy and rough. “What would you say if I told you I was looking at that photo you sent me right now?”
Jesus.
“Luna… I’ll be honest. I’m getting really turned on.”
“So am I,” she whispers. “It’s so unfair how your voice does that to me.”
“Guess that makes two of us,” I murmur, slipping my waistband down to free my cock, already hard as stone.
“What are you thinking about?”
I groan softly. “I’m picturing you in my truck bed. Naked. Kneeling. Waiting for me. A gift at the end of a long trip.”
“Keep going…”
“You’re blindfolded. The cabin’s dark, but the moonlight kisses the curves of your body. I walk in and you’re trembling, thighs slick, begging for me without saying a word.”
“Yes, I have,” she moans. “I’ve been so bad. So turned on.”
I wrap my hand around my cock and start to stroke. Just the sound of her voice has my balls tightening.
“I run a hand over your ass, grip your hair gently, and whisper into your ear—‘Not yet. No coming yet.’”
“But Iwantto…”
I stroke slower. Torturous. The pleasure curling hot and thick through me.
“Then I reach around, find your nipples. Pinch them. First soft… then rougher. You gasp.”
“Mmm… Thor.”
“I position myself behind you, and say, ‘You want to be spanked. Just like that girl at the club.’”
“Yes… I do.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I mimic the sound, smacking my palm against my thigh. Her breath stutters in response.
“Have you come yet?” I ask.
“Not yet,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”
“Good girl.”
I stroke faster now.
