His hand slid down my body, his thumb brushing my nipple. Teasing me.Fuck.
“Dallas,” I whimpered.
“Tell me.”
“I was thinking about your chest hair and your pecs.”
Dallas snorted and gently pulled my hands away from my eyes. “That’s what you’re embarrassed about?”
“I was embarrassed you caught me looking . . .” I trailed off as I felt him harden against my thigh.
His lips were a breath away from mine. “I like you looking at me. You should do it more often. Whenever you want. Without shame or embarrassment.”
“I—oh.” I gasped, arching as his fingers slid against my clit. Pleasure rolled through me, heavy and lazy, deep in my bones. “I thought we were going to text Madi.”
He turned away for a second then rolled back, unlocking his phone and putting it on my chest. “Text her.”
He said that, but then his hand went straight to my pussy again, rubbing easy circles with my clit.
I could barely think straight.
His mouth caught my nipple and he started to suck. Every movement was languorous, his tongue hot as he licked and sucked and nibbled.
“Dallas,” I moaned.
“Text her. Tell her what we did. Tell her what we’re doing.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My hands trembled as I picked up the phone and flipped to the messages with her. I felt like I shouldn’t have been reading what they’d said. It was a violation of privacy, but I couldn’t help it.
I saw the photo of her in the bath tub and immediately got wet.
Dallas let out a low grumble. “Fuck, you just got so . . .”
“I saw her photo,” I admitted.
He groaned, his eyes shutting and body stiffening. “Just knowing what that did to you . . .”
My throat was parched as his fingers started circling again. Tiny shockwaves snapped through every nerve.
I sent her a message.
Me
It’s June using Dallas’s phone, he told me to text you.
And told me to tell you what we did but if you don’t want to hear I don’t want to make things weird
Madi
Of course I want to hear
My vibrator died, you know. I’m having to do this the old fashioned way
Tell me everything
My breath hitched as Dallas bit down on my nipple hard enough to leave a mark. I arched against him, gasping as the pain only sharpened the pleasure.
