Well, allmylife…
And if Brody was into this… yeah, it wasn’t going totakelong.
The pleasure spooled, hot and tight in my core, aching forrelease…
Brody:U touchingyourself?
I struggled to balance the phone on my stomach and type with my left hand. My right hand was muchtoobusy.
Me:Ys
Brody:Do you ever get off thinkingaboutme?
God,yes.
All.The.Time.
Me:Yse
I closed my eyes as the image of him in his bed washed over me, and my pussy clenched. I was tensing up, just trying to relax as the pleasure built. He wasn’t eating take out anymore, I decided. Nope. He’d tossed the noodles on the floor and shoved his skimpy underwear down and grabbed hold of his long,harddick—
My phone rang and I almostscreamed.
Brody.
I fumbled with my incompetent left hand and answered on thethirdring.
“Hello,” I gushed, breathless. My fingers were driving me right to the edge. I could go off any moment. One too-deep breath, the sound of hisvoice…
“Do it, now,” he said, his voice all husky andthick.
“Do… what…?” I bitmylip.
“Get off,” he said. “I wannahearyou.”
“You should… maybe you should come over?” I gasped out, because really, if we were doing this… maybe we should justdothis.
“I’m in Chicago,”hesaid.
“What?” I paused what I was doing down below. I blinked, took a few breaths, got mybearings.
He waswhere?
“I’m in Chicago,” he repeated. “My mom needed help moving into her newplace.”
My head spun a little, trying to keep up. “Your mom lives inChicago?”
“Yeah, for about three years now. She’s on her second divorce since mydaddied.”
“Oh.” My hand dropped away.Back away from the pussy. This is not the time.“You’re at your mom’s house?” Nothing to make a girl feel like a perv than the mention of aguy’smom.
“I’m at a hotel. Are you touchingyourself?”
“Uh…no.”
“Focus, Jessa,” he said, his husky tone laced with amusement. “I know you want to come. I can hear it in yourvoice.”
I bit my lipagain.
