A hazy moan slips out. We’ve hardly started and I’m already drowning in lust.
My touch becomes his in my mind and I follow what he’s doing. I tell him how good it feels when he fucks me with his fingers, then fumble with the phone to play his next recording.In the background, I can hear a rustle of fabric, then the faint sound of what I think is him stroking his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. I need to get my mouth on that pussy right now. I drop to my knees and push your dress up to your waist. Mm, you look so good like this. I might kill anyone for seeing you right now, but I’m not stopping until you come all over my face. I hook your leg over my shoulder and swipe my tongue over you.”
“Oh god,” I breathe.
I clamp my thighs together with my hand trapped between them, grinding against the heel of my palm while struggling to type out that I love how his mouth feels on my pussy.
“Suck your fingers. Get them nice and wet for me, sweetheart.”
Another breath shudders out of me. I take a photo of my lips wrapped around two fingers.
“That’s it. Now pet your clit nice and slow. Picture it’s my tongue. I could spend all fucking night on my knees tasting you like this.”
The end of the recording trails off with a rough groan.
Oh mygod, this is so hot. My imagination overflows with a vivid fantasy of Cole kneeling in the hallway, head buried between my legs while he devours me with his mouth.
My thighs tremble at the first touch. I replay his last message while rubbing my clit, the deep, rasped words and that filthy groan washing over me again until the next one comes.
“Your fingers aren’t enough, are they?”
No. I need so much more to satisfy the ache in my core. My pussy clenches, begging to feel full and stretched to the brink. My fingers shake as I type out a plea for more.
“Do you have any toys? Something thick and long for your needy pussy? A vibrator to tease your clit with?”
A strangled whimper escapes me, a rush of tingles racing across my body. I fumble around to find the one I abandoned in the covers and answer him.
“Show me.”
With a shaky breath, I send a photo of it teasing along my bare thigh. A thrum echoes in my clit. I want to put the pulsing vibration over it and come so badly.
“That’s my good girl.”
I ask if he’s going to fuck me.
“Is this what you need, sweetheart? To get fucked in the dark of the club where anyone could catch you taking my cock like my good little slut?”
Jesus, his mouth is amazing.
I tell him how wet he’s making me and beg him to make me come. I’m too impatient to wait any longer, turning my vibrator on. I bite back a gasp when I tease it between my legs.
“Turn around and hold on. I’m going to fill you up and fuck you until your tight, hot pussy is dripping all over me,” he rasps in the recording, cutting off to exhale a curse.
My hips rock as pleasure coils tighter from the toy. The fantasy has both of us unraveling quickly. My breaths thicken as I picture him thrusting into me, pinning me to the wall with his body as he drives inside me hard and fast.
I’m close. Tremors wrack my body and small urgent cries escape me.
When I fall over the edge, I find the courage to record it for him, gasping from the intensity still erupting through me as I hit send. He replies with a short clip.
“Fuck, baby. So good for me, moaning for my cock like that. Oh, shit—nngh—I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
The clip ends with him panting as he jerks himself. Then a choked off noise as he finishes.
Oh my god. The sound of Cole coming is permanently imprinted on my brain. I can’t believe this experience, or that his hedonistic undoing is because ofme.
He stops responding for a few minutes. I don’t keep track, too lost in the divine sensations of the vibrator pulsing against my clit for one more orgasm.
