Layla: What?
Gabe: You know what.
Layla: I didn’t do a thing.
Gabe: Woman…
Layla: Gabe…
Gabe: Baby, you’re pushing it…
Layla:
My phone buzzes with an incoming FaceTime from Gabe.
“Gabe,” I say innocently. I’m no such thing.
“You’re killing me, you know that?” Gabe says, his eyes drinking me in, like he didn’t just see me this morning.
I shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He started it. But I’m just as hot and bothered as he is. Dare I admit that I can’t wait to get back to Chicago and ride him like the stallion he is? I want to. I really, really want to.
“Strip.”
I freeze. Did he just…
“You heard me.”
“Gabe, I…”
“Now.”
Sitting down my fork, I push back my chair and stand. “Right here?” I ask softly, my pussy already weeping from my arousal, excited about what comes next.
“Set your phone down, and get naked,” he tells me, a rustle of clothing in the background.
My palms, already anticipating what comes next, dampen as I unbutton my blouse, exposing the sheer fabric of my bra, showing off my nipples that are already beaded in anticipation.
“Mmm, loving the view already,” Gabe croons softly, his shirt already gone, inches and inches and smooth skin on display. “I love your tits.”
Shrugging out of my shirt, I leave my bra on, just to tease him. Next, I rid myself of my pants, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I look at Gabe, and I can see desire written all over his handsome face. For a second, his eyes close, then snap back open.
“Keep going,” he says, his phone slipping just enough that I can see his arm move up and down.
Clearly, he’s already got this party started on his end. I just need to catch up. Sexy as possible, I slide my fingertips over my arm and up to my bra strap, easing one down, then the other.
“Stop teasing me,” he growls, the sound of him stroking his dick getting louder and louder.
I bat my eyelashes at him and lick my lips, continuing to tease him. I know he secretly loves it. Unhooking my bra, I let it fall away, revealing my nipples which are hard little points.
“Mmm, there they are,” he croons. “Play with your tits.”
Yes, sir. Taking my breasts in each hand, I tweak each nipple, teasing them, pleasure shooting straight to my pussy. My legs falter and I fall back on the bed.
“Touch yourself,” he husks.
Brushing my thumbs over my nipples one last time, I sensually slide my hand down my soft belly and between my legs. My panties still cover my mound, but they’re sheer, just like my bra. They don’t hide much. Stroking a finger over my slit, I shudder.
“Again.”
