My body ignites on fire as I re-read the message over and over. Whew. He’s definitely flirting with me right now. I’m not about to stop him.
Me: Were or am?
Reed: Touch yourself and we’ll find out.
I lay back on the couch and get more comfortable. I smile at my phone while I try to think of what to say back.
Me: I don’t need to touch myself to know the answer to that question.
Reed: Do it anyway.
Me: Sounds good. Goodnight!
I smirk as I get up and walk into my bedroom and get more comfy on my bed. My phone dings again a moment later.
Reed: You fucking brat. I don’t care what you’re going through. You’re not messing with my head tonight. You will give me what I want.
I smile even bigger as I slide my hand down into my panties and lightly run my fingers up and down.
Me: Or what?
Reed: When did you get this goddamn stubborn?
Me: Did you want me to be submissive?
Reed: Fuck no!
Reed: I’m so fucking turned on right now.
Me: Already?
Reed: Fuck. Does that imply you’re going to give me more?
Me: Do you think that’s a good idea?
Reed: Of course it’s not a good fucking idea.
Reed: Do it anyway.
Me: What exactly is it that you want me to do?
Reed: I want you to drive to my hotel room, take off all your clothes, and fuck me.
Oh, fuck. Why is that so fucking hot? I reach down and pull my panties completely off, leaving me in only my t-shirt.
Me: How do you want me to fuck you?
Reed: I want you to sit your wet cunt on my face until you are dripping all down my chin and neck.
Oh, God. My body shakes as a wave of pleasure flows through me. Fuck! My fingers get wetter as I swirl them around. I reach in my nightstand and grab my clit vibrator. So I bought a few toys after Jake left. Sue me.
I squirt a tiny bit of lube on it even though I don’t think I’ll even need it. I grab my pillow and put it between my legs and straddle it. I lean my hand against my headboard, and I turn on the vibrator and start riding it like I would if it were his face.
I grab my phone and take a picture that barely shows what exactly I’m doing, but he can definitely see the toy.
Me: Like this?
The phone goes silent for a few moments, and then it vibrates a bunch of times in a row.
Reed: Ah fuck, Wren.
Reed: Why would you do this to me?
Reed: Why do you have to mess with my head so damn much?
Reed: Fuck. If you were riding my face, I’d be able to see your tits too.
I smirk at my phone, and then my eyes roll back in my head as another wave of pleasure flows through my blood.
Me: If I were riding your face, you’d need to be the one attending to your cock.
Reed: I am. Trust me. Fuck, I am.
Me: And I’d be able to look over my shoulder and see.
Reed: Not happening.