“How about I inspire you to FaceTime me and show me what I’m missing?” My hand is already wrapped around my cock.
“Oh, God, no!”
“Why not?”
“Because you need to give a girl notice about these kinds of things. My hair isn’t done, my face is a mess, I don’t have good clothes on—”
“Well, the clothes can come off, so that’s not an issue.”
“I don’t even know what underwear I’ve got on.”
I frowned. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, it matters! It’s Saturday and I’m having a lazy day at home with no chance of you swinging by, so I probably put on my everyday underwear. There’s no way I’m stripping for you with that on.”
I stroke my cock, closing my eyes as I grow harder. Hell, I don’t need to FaceTime her to come; this conversation will get me there soon enough. Listening to Lorelei in a fluster over her underwear is like verbal porn.
“Did you just groan?” she asks.
I chuckle, not sure if I did or not because I was that carried away with thinking about blowing my load while she talked. “Possibly. I’m jerking off to your underwear talk so keep going.”
“Fuck,” she mutters. “I need to get in on this.”
This time I groan loudly. The thought of Lorelei touching herself almost makes me come on the spot, but I slow it down, wanting to continue getting myself off while she does the same. “Touch your clit, Lorelei, and tell me when you do.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath, and a moment later, she says, “I’m touching it.”
“Good girl. Now take your finger and suck it. And then rub it over your clit again. Over and over until I tell you to stop.”
I continue to stroke my cock, but I do it slowly, wanting to draw this out.
“Oh, God….” Lorelei’s voice filters through the phone, stirring my desire for her.
“Are you wet for me? Slide your finger through your pussy and tell me how wet you are.”
She’s practically panting when she says, “I’m so wet that you could easily slide three fingers inside me, Ashton.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I suck in a long breath and squeeze my cock hard as I sit back in my seat.
“Do it. Fuck yourself with three fingers.”
Her breaths are ragged now, too. I can hear them through the phone. Just as ragged as mine. She doesn’t speak again; the only sounds I can hear are her breaths coming fast
er and her moans as she brings herself closer to an orgasm.
“Are you fucking yourself?”
“Yes. Oh… fuck… I’m going to come,” she says breathlessly. “Oh, God….”
The sound of her orgasm fills my ears, and I pump my dick faster in an effort to come with her. A moment later, cum spurts over me and I groan loudly again.
I’ve had phone sex before, but I’ve never come so quickly from it in my life. This is fast becoming my experience with Lorelei—sex with her is better than I’ve ever had it with anyone.
“I think we should FaceTime tonight,” she says, catching my attention again. “I’ll be ready for it then.”
I love her enthusiasm. “I’ve got a dinner to go to with some of my guys here, but I’ll make sure I’m back by nine. Be ready for then. And Lorelei?”