My eyes flutter closed. Christ on a bike. With words like that and a voice like his, not even a nun would be making it to Heaven. And by God, if I thought I’d catch fire if I stepped foot in a church before, I sure as shit would be ash in the wind if I so much as looked at a cross now.
Baby girl.
Baby. Girl.
Just fuck me already, Leo.
“What?” I laugh nervously. “No.”
“Liar.”
I blow out a terse breath. Sweat trickles down my spine for an entirely different reason. “I really am working out.”
Masturbation is a form of cardio, right?
Right.
He chuckles. “I’ve spent over half of my life training and building stamina. I’ve become something of an expert, and there’s one thing I know as a fact. Do you know what that is?”
Licking my lips, I press my core against the towel. “What is it?”
“It’s how to...” His weighted pause has me holding my breath. “Exercise.” I’m in a 90s porno right now because, yeah, consider me wet and ready. “We’ll do it together oneday. I’ll make sure you’re nice and stretched out first. It’d be irresponsible of me not to.”
I’ve lost the war. A whisper of a pathetic moan curls out of me, and I can’t clamp my hand over my mouth fast enough.
My eyes widen at his deep-throated laugh. “Baby, you’re breathing like someone who’s dripping all over their fingers.”
“No,” I blurt. “I’m not.”
“You’re not?” he teases. “Then give me the details I asked for before I find out for myself. I’m resourceful.”
“I’m . . .”Riding your cum towel.
Leo answers before I can. “Fucking yourself with a toy when it should be me? No? Oh, I know. You’re grinding that pretty pussy of yours against something? Which is it?”
My jaw drops. How does he know? It’s not like I’m doing something the average gal does at seven o’clock on a weeknight while they’re on a call.
His voice takes on a vicious edge when I don’t answer. “Turn the fucking camera on. I only have so much patience.”
This is it. The wish I’ve had since well before I crawled beneath his bed. Still, I hesitate.
What if this is a cruel prank? What if he’s disappointed by what he sees, or decides I’m not to his liking? Or if he was only joking?
Deep down I know he means what he said. So for the sake of self-preservation, I whisper, “You first.”
I’m not sure what I expected. Pushback, maybe. Some goading, perhaps. More tit-for-tat requests.
Not for the screen to change. The video goes blurry for a couple of seconds before my jaw hits the floor at the same time my lady parts do backflips.
“Is this what you wanted to see?”
Unsolicited dick pics have always made me nauseous.
Yet here I am, staring at the crown of Leo’s cock, wishing he’d justlower the fucking camerato show me the goods.
That’s my first thought, at least. The second is the realization that Leo has his dick out in the car. For me. I can make out the wheel and accelerator, and part of the car’s logo. He’s partially hidden in shadow, barely illuminated by the glow of streetlights.
The third? He’s getting himself off.
