I looked at my cell phone and noticed it was almost eight o’clock. What meeting ran this long in the world of construction? I restarted my phone to see if it was messing up or anything, but when there were no missed calls or voicemails, I tossed my phone to the side.
But my body was heating up.
I couldn’t get him off my mind. His tattoos. His muscles. The way his skin stretched around his strength. I felt my nipples hardening as my legs began to part, and slowly my hand was sliding down my stomach. Down my hips. Down between my legs.
My free hand reached up and tugged on my nipples as my fingertips circled my clit. My eyes fluttered closed, and I could see him. All of him. His raging cock leaking for me and his low-hanging balls itching to be in my mouth. I felt his lips on my neck as his teeth nipped at my skin. I pressed my fingers deep into my pussy and pushed my hips from my bed. My heels dug into the mattress as I slipped two fingers into my soft, wet heat.
“Shit. Grant. Don’t stop.”
I saw him peeking up from beyond my legs. His devilish eyes claiming my gaze as his tongue raked along my slit. I cupped my pussy, massaging all of it like he did with his lips whenever he licked me clean.
I was panting. Moaning. Rolling my hips deep into my hands when my phone rang.
Breathlessly, I reached out for my phone with my fingers between my pussy folds. I looked at who was calling and groaned when I saw his name. I looked down at my hand and slowly removed my fingers from my pussy, my legs trembling as I did.
I drew in a deep breath, hoping my voice could steady itself before I answered the phone.
“Hello?” I asked.
The crack in my voice gave me away, and there was dead silence. My clit was throbbing between my legs, and my knees were cast off to the sides. Fluids were slowly dripping down my skin, and my tits were aching to be touched. I tried to steady my breathing. To get my mind to think about anything else.
But I couldn’t focus, and I felt my breathing beginning to tick up again.
CHAPTER 18
GRANT
“Hello?”
Her breathless voice made my cock jump as the crack in her voice gave her away. I’d committed every single one of her sounds to memory, and I grinned as I relaxed back into the bed. I heard her breathing speeding up, and I pictured her chest heaving, her tits bouncing with her shallow breaths as my hand palmed my growing cock.
“Good evening,” I said. “Are you having fun?”
“Just laying here,” Theresa said.
“Mhm? How’s that going for you?”
She giggled breathlessly, and the sound sent shivers shooting to my groin.
“What are you doing, you naughty girl?”
A small moan escaped her lips as I pulled my cock from my pants.
“Honestly?” Theresa asked.
“Honestly,” I said.
“I was very close to an orgasm thinking of you. Then you ruined it.”
My cock bounced against my body as the tip began to leak.
“You sound frustrated,” I said.
“Very.”
“Then let me help you with that.”
“What?” she asked.