I flick my eyes up past my desk. With Satan’s spawn prowling the halls more than usual, I’m always locking it, but I check anyway.
“Yes.”
“Show me whatever you’re comfortable with. I just need to see you.”
I nod to myself. “As long as you don’t disappear before I send it.”
“There’s not a chance of that happening.”
My palm is sweaty. I feel the slide of my phone against my skin and grip it tighter as I lower it again and open the camera. The tension between my legs is unmistakable. I’m dangerously turned on right now, and as I roll my chair back, I check the door one more time.
I struggle with the angle of the photo for a beat as I part my thighs wider than I have been and wiggle my skirt higher. The panties he was teasing me for buying are made with high-quality lace and have a dainty bow at the front and back bands the same shade of soft blue. Only the gusset isn’t that same colour anymore. It’s darker, my arousal so obvious that my cheeks flame as I snap a picture.
Similar to his photo, there’s little to the imagination with mine. The damp fabric clings to my pussy, revealing far more than I thought I’d be sharing like this. Still, I attach the photo and send it before putting the phone back to my ear and waiting.
I can hear him moving away from the speaker, and my stomach shoots toward my throat. My fingers stroke down my thigh and dig into the soft inside, so close to that damp patch of fabric.
“Jesus Christ,” Finn groans quietly, like he’s still far from his speaker.
My teeth find my bottom lip and dig deep to stifle a soft noise from escaping me. I shift my hand and let a finger run over my panties, feeling just how slick they’ve become.
“Tell me it was me that got you so wet. I need to hear you say it.”
“It was you,” I breathe out, repeating the same motion, harder this time. “I want to see more, Finn.”
“You want to see my cock, baby?”
I tip my head back over my chair and nod uselessly. “I do. I wanted to last night.”
“Tug your panties out of the way for me. Touch that pretty pussy while I show you what I’m doing.”
He didn’t need to ask. I’ve already shifted them aside and dragged a fingertip through my slit, up to where I’m swollen and?—
“I am,” I whine, circling my clit with the ghost of a touch.
“Good girl. Don’t stop.”
The sound of his laboured breathing disappears, and I speed up, picturing exactly why. The rough, low noise that fills my ear sends me into a spiral. I press my palm over my pussy, rubbing once. I slip a finger inside myself and shudder, moaning into the speaker.
There’s a buzz against my ear, and I move quickly, opening up the message. There’s nothing teasing about this picture. Finn’s fist is tight around his shaft, confirming just how thick I expected it to be. The head is an angry red colour and slick with precum. It’s long and veiny, with a slight curve that I know would have him pressing against my G-spot with little effort.
I press my palm against my clit again as I clench around my finger. The jerk of my hips doesn’t distract me from the rough breaths in my ear.
“Talk to me,” he demands, rough yet warm.
“Yes, I’ll go to the concert with you.”
His laugh is dirty. I pulse in response and guide a second finger in beside the first, stretching myself. The tightness in my core grows, becoming almost painful as I bring my phone down and take a picture of myself spread this way.
It’s a testament to how deeply I trust him when I don’t think twice about sending him something so vulnerable.
When I speak, I’m panting, rocking my hips in time with my fingers.
“I want you,” I admit with a short inhale. “You’re so hot, Finn. Everywhere. Everything about you. Not just your cock.”
“But you like that part of me, don’t you? Can you imagine it inside that wet pussy, sweetheart? Your two fingers aren’t enough. Not to prepare you for me. You need more. Add a third for me.”
My throat locks up. “That’s a lot.”
