“Oh! Yes,” I cry as my orgasm hits.
The smart speaker’s AI voice barely registers when it announces, “Incoming call, Hat Trick King sweat droplets. Answer?”
“Yes. Fuck,yes.” A moan slips out as I rock my hips against the toy, chasing ecstasy for as long as possible.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I imagine Easton crooning to me.
The music doesn’t return, but I’m not paying attention, too wrapped up in pleasure.
“—got you two tickets for the home game tomorrow night if you want to bring one of your fr?—”
Easton’s voice overlaps with the fantasy in my head. It takes another few seconds for me to recognize what’s going on, and I jolt, smacking into the wall.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, voice going deeper. “Are you playing with yourself without me? That’s so goddamn hot.”
My chest heaves, body still thrumming with arousal. I turn the vibrator off.
Though I’m surprised, there’s no shame. It makes me feel sexy to know he heard me.
“Yes,” I answer thickly. “I’m in the shower.”
He mutters another curse, groaning under his breath. “Naked, wet, soapy. Shit, I bet you look so good right now.”
I brace my back against the wall, skimming my hand over my stomach with soft caresses, traveling lower. “I didn’t mean to answer the call, but I guess there’s no differentiation betweenyes, as in answer the phone, andyes, as inoh shit, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
He releases a raspy chuckle at my fake orgasm voice. I close my eyes, picturing him here in the shower with me, chest and jaw beaded with water while he rakes his wet hair back.
“Were you thinking about me?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
He groans and mumbles something to someone talking in the background. There’s a rustle, a muted thumping, then he stops whispering.
“Now I’m trying to hide a raging boner from the guys. I haven’t had to run to my room like this since I was a teenager.”
“You’re welcome?” I quip.
“You’ve got me all out of whack,” he admits in a gravelly tone tinged with amusement. “I’m serious. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.”
My stomach dips. Knowing he’s that affected by me is such a turn on.
“Smooth line, hotshot.”
“It’s not a line, it’s the truth,” he rasps.
Warmth spreads through me. It turns into a rush of tingles that leave me shivering at the wrecked sound he makes. My teeth scrape my lip and my thighs slide together.
“Tell me what you were thinking about,” he urges.
“Are you the one touching yourself now?”
“Yeah.” His breathing becomes thick and ragged. “If I didn’t have to get on the team bus for our away game in twenty minutes, I’d be hauling ass to come join you in that shower. Help me get there, baby. Tell me.”
Air rushes past my lips and my clit throbs. He’s jerking off, wanting to know what fantasy was in my head so he can get off to it.
“You made me sit on your face.”
“Oh, fuck. Yeah,” he grits out.
