Dangerous Crush (Dangerous Noise 2)

"A tank top and jeans." There's noise on her end, her shifting out of her clothes. "A bra and panties now. I'm in my bed. Are you—"

"On the couch."

She lets out a needy sigh. "Will you... will you start?"

Fuck yes. I let out my own needy sigh as I stroke myself. I know how to get myself off fast, when it's a release more than anything else.

But this is something I want to savor.

I go as slow as I can. I start soft. I tease myself. Then Piper is letting out another needy sigh and I can't fucking take slow.

I groan into the phone's receiver as I go faster, harder. It's not like fucking myself alone. Not quite like her hands on my body either.

There's something about doing it for her, about knowing she's getting off to my pleasure— it's hot as hell.

And it's an intimacy I've never felt before.

My thoughts fall away as I stroke myself harder. Harder.

Fuck.

"Piper." I groan her name as I come. Pleasure floods my body, but there's something else too.

Relief. Like I told somebody a secret and they accepted it.

My need to share with her isn't satisfied. Despite the sticky mess I've got on my hands, my first thought is that I need to hear her come. Now.

Her breath is still heavy, needy. "Fuck, Kit. That was... I like hearing you without anything else happening, being able to focus on the pleasure in your voice."

I let out a grunt that means something like me too. Or maybe come for me right away.

"I guess it's my turn." There's more noise on her end, then she's back on the phone. "I'm naked."

Fuck, if it was possible to be hard again, I'd be there. As it is, there isn't a hard part of my body. Every one of my muscles is relaxed. I'm at peace. This is how I feel when I play—like I'm where I belong.

"Touch yourself," I groan.

She groans back. "Kit..."

"Say my name again, baby."

She moans at the term of endearment. "Fuck, Kit." Her voice breaks. Her breath softens for a moment. Then it's louder, needier.

She's touching herself.

I relax into the couch as I listen to every hitch of her breath, every moan, every gasp. Fuck, this is the best music I've ever heard. I want to record it and listen to it on loop.

I want to fall asleep and wake up to it.

Her groans run together. She's close.

I need her there. "Come for me, baby."

"Kit," she breathes. "Say it again."

My voice is heavy, needy. "Come for me, baby."

She groans again and again. Then she's there. I can hear her letting go of everything. I can feel her pleasure.