Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

“Do you want to play with us or say good night? It’s all up to you.”

She was quiet and I held my breath, stilled my grip. We’d just met her a few hours ago and now we were—hopefully—going to fool around, without touching. Without being in the same fucking bed. Room. House. Neighborhood.

“No!” she said, bold enough to have my eyes widening.

“No, you don’t want us to talk you through an incredible orgasm or no, you don’t want to say goodnight?” Cash asked.

“No. I mean, yes. I want to play.”

I grinned, and though there was no one to see me, I could hear Cash’s exhale and knew he was relieved.

“You want us to help you get off,” I added. “Did those strippers get you all horny, Angel?”

Her laugh came through the phone and the sound made me happy. “They’re not my thing. You are. Both of you,” she quickly added, as if not to hurt either one of our feelings. I had to add thoughtful to her list of qualities.

“Are you naked like I told you?”

“Yes.”

Fuck.

“In bed?”

“Yes.”

In my mind, I saw her body, gorgeous pale skin, full breasts with coral-colored nipples.

“Do you touch yourself?” Cash asked. “Make yourself come?”

She was quiet.

“You don’t have to be shy with us,” he continued. “We want to know.”

“Yes, almost… almost every night. I… I like the release. I need it.”

Christ, my balls drew up, telling me they needed a release, too.

“Tell us how you touch yourself.” My voice was more growl than command.

“I… I put my feet flat on the bed with my knees bent. I get them nice and wide—”

“Like now?” Cash asked, cutting in.

“Yes, but now I let one knee fall wide and on the bed. It makes my pussy nice and open for my hand.”

Fuck, once she got going, she didn’t hold back. She had no issue about using the word pussy. I stroked myself once, let the heat of it course through me.

“Only your hand? I asked. I could imagine the pink folds of her pussy spread open with her legs like that. Fuck, did she do a shit-ton of yoga? Did she have a thatch of red hair hiding her clit or was it exposed and hard?

“For my vibrator, too.”

“Put the phone on speaker and set it by your head.”

“All right.” Muffled sounds came through the cell, then her voice a little farther away. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” Cash told her. We’d shared women before, but never like this. It wasn’t like the two of us were going to sit in the same room and sex talk with Julia, jacking off together. We were into women. We liked pussy and only pussy. We’d share it, but would never do anything together without one between us.

“Touch yourself. Describe every detail,” I said.