Wright Rival (Wright)

“He was the perfect gentleman,” I added like it was a consolation prize.

“So, not your type,” he shot back.

I gnashed my teeth together. “It was just a first date.”

Even though I had no interest in a second.

“Did he kiss you good night?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why?” I snapped. “Jealous?”

Hollin laughed, and I had to close my eyes to ignore the pulsing in my core at the sound. It was the same one he’d used right before he spanked me. Seductive and possessive. And it did things to me.

“Aww, poor baby,” he purred. “He didn’t take care of you?”

“Maybe he did.”

No, he really hadn’t.

Why was I pushing Hollin? Why did I always push him?

But he wasn’t finished. “Oh, I know he didn’t.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

“I have firsthand experience, knowing what you sound like after you’ve been fucked properly, Piper,” he drawled, low and gravelly. I squeezed my legs together. “The sleepy sound you make when you’re completely satisfied. You don’t have this much anger when I’m done with you.”

“Hollin,” I said, reaching for admonishment, but instead, it came out like a whimper.

“So, I see only one option: he didn’t satisfy you.”

“Try we never even got that far,” I admitted over the line.

Somehow, the phone kept enough distance between us that I could admit it. I shouldn’t have, but hearing him mutter into my ear in that deep voice had made my body shudder with need.

“How far?” he demanded.

“Kiss on the cheek.”

He coughed out a laugh. “How very chaste of you, Medina.”

“Fuck you, Hollin.”

“You could let me help.”

It was an offer as much as an invitation. It was Pandora’s box, just waiting to be opened. I should keep it closed.

“You can’t come over here,” I told him.

“Who said I needed to?”

“What?”

“Spread your legs, babe.”

“What?” I repeated in a breathy rasp.

“Spread your legs,” he said, slow and deliberate.

My brain short-circuited. Was I going to do this? I’d gone on a date with someone else. Granted, it was never going to go anywhere else. There would never be a second date. But I’d sworn off Hollin Abbey after the concert. Except, God, it was so hard. I wanted more of what he was offering. My brain kept shutting off and only listening to what was pulsing between my legs.

“Now,” Hollin said.

It was a command. There was no question in his voice. No room for disagreement. I could try, but, fuck, I didn’t want to.

So, I slowly spread my legs under the covers.

“Piper?” His voice returned to a gentle coaxing. “Did you do it?”

I closed my eyes and whispered, “Yes.”

“Good. That’s a good girl.”

I huffed at the words. The ones that I’d loved so much after we had sex last weekend. And now, here I was…wanting to hear them all over again.

“Imagine my hands are running down your body, over your tits, down your stomach.”

I put Hollin on speaker and did as he’d said. I touched myself where he’d told me to touch, and with his voice in my ears and my eyes closed, I could almost feel his hands on me and not mine.

“Slip into your panties,” he said, “and tell me how wet you are for me.”

A groan escaped my lips as I ran a finger through my slicked wetness. “So wet.”

He grunted, and for a second, I imagined him in his own bed at home, his giant cock out of his jeans, his fist wrapped around it. The fierce pumping as he worked himself up to meet the sound of my moans.

The thought turned me on even more. I’d replayed what we’d done a lot, but I hadn’t considered him jacking off to the memory of me bent over for him.

“Tell me how you get off when you’re alone,” he told me.

“I…” A flush hit my cheeks. “I work my clit in slow circles.”

“Yes,” he said as I did exactly what I’d told him.

“I slip a finger in and out of my pussy to build up the pleasure.”

“Do it. Imagine my fingers thrusting into you.”

My head tipped back as I used my own fingers to draw me closer to climax. “I think about you holding me down.”

A thud on the other side of the line. “Fuck, Piper.”

He sounded breathless. As if we were in the same room, breathing the same heated air, drinking down the same euphoric energy. Everything in me wanted to release for him, wanted to feel his fingers inside of me, his mouth on my clit, his hand braced against me.

“What do you think about?” I asked boldly.

“You begging me not to take you slow.”

I moaned at the words as everything drew in sharper.

“Me slamming my cock deep into your pretty pink pussy.”

I picked up speed to match his filthy words. If I didn’t have his voice in my ear, I would have pulled out my vibrator and fucking finished it already. I would have wanted the sweet release. But with his gravelly voice and the soft smacking sound of him working his cock, I couldn’t help but want to drag it out. To feel like he was actually there, holding off my orgasm until he said I could have it.