Stolen by Truths (Truth or Lies 4)

“How badly I want to fuck you.”

My smile drops. It’s the one thing I want more than anything, but there is a thick wall separating us. There is no way to touch each other.

“Me too.”

“Ever had phone sex, beautiful?”

I blush. “No.”

“Well, that’s what we are doing then. Pretend you are on the phone with me, and we are going to have phone sex.”

“I don’t know how to have phone sex.”

“Easy. You just say dirty things you want to do to me, and then I do them to myself. And I’ll do the same for you.”

“Okay,” I breathe, liking the idea too much. I can already feel myself dripping with the thought of hearing dirty words whispered through a tattered wall.

“Sit down on the floor and spread your legs,” Enzo says.

I lean against the wall, and do as he says. I put my feet flat on the floor and my knees in the air as I let my thighs open.

“You do the same with your back against the wall,” I say.

I close my eyes as I feel Enzo’s presence against our common wall.

“Now picture me in your head. I’m kissing your lips, and my tongue slips into your open, wet mouth,” Enzo says.

I part my lips and touch my finger to them, imagining Enzo’s lips are kissing me. Before this game is all over, I need a real kiss. And the second our lips touch I’m never letting them go again.

“How does it feel?” Enzo asks.

“Your lips feel incredible, but I want more. I want your tongue caressing mine, claiming all of me.”

“It is, my tongue is devouring yours. And it’s causing you to make that throaty moan you do when you get swept away by my kisses.”

I let out my guttural moan, and I can imagine Enzo grinning in response.

“Are you getting hot from my touch, baby?”

“Yes,” I croon.

“Good. I want you to put your hand under your shirt and gently slide up until you are holding one of your perky breasts that I love.”

I do as he says, ignoring the scars on my body as I feel my skin. I gasp when my hand flicks over the nipple.

“You naughty girl, I didn’t say you could touch your nipple yet,” Enzo says.

My eyes are heavy, and I feel him all around me even though he’s not here.

“You make me naughty,” I say.

Enzo growls. “Pinch your nipple and tell me much it turns you on.”

“I am, and it feels so good.”

“Harder.”

I pinch harder, and I think I could come from playing with my nipples alone. I haven’t touched myself since Enzo left with Milo. This release is long overdue.