Page 44 of A Major Puck Up

Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I give him a saucy smile. “But I miss you, and since you aren’t here to take care of me, I need to take care of myself.”I slide my pants down, revealing that I’m also not wearing panties.

He puts his fist over his mouth and growls. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. Grab the phone and lay down.”

There he is.

Liquid heat pools in my core as I settle against my pillows and plant my feet on the mattress, knees wide. “What should I do next?”

“Slide your fingers inside your pussy. Tell me if you’re wet.”

I obey, first sliding a finger against my clit, then dipping into my heat. The moan that works its way out of me as I arch my back is loud and long. “So wet.”

“Show me.”

My breath catches, and I meet Gavin’s gaze. With a shudder, I pull back slowly, then hold a finger up to the screen so he can see the way it glistens.

“Oh, Peaches, do you have any idea how good you taste? If I were there, I’d be licking that finger clean.”

I whimper at the memory that confession conjures, and the heat low in my belly ignites. “It’s been so long,” I whine.

“I know, baby. Let me ease that ache. Circle that needy clit for me.”

“Do you want me to move my phone so you can see?”

Gavin shakes his head quickly, jaw pulsing. “No. I want to watch your face flush. I want to see the way your lips part and how you sink your teeth into that peach flesh when it becomes too much. I want to memorize every glorious expression, because you are so beautiful, Millie.”

I’m already working small circles over my clit, his words edging me closer and closer to orgasm. “I know what you mean,” I pant. “That’s how I felt when you let me suck your cock.”

Gavin makes a throaty noise and runs his tongue along his lower lip. “When I taught you how to deep-throat me.”

I nod. “Yeah. I loved having your cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, pushing back in his seat.

“I loved how you pulled my hair back for me, how you fisted it and tugged just a little, then told me to stick out my tongue.”

“Millie,” he pleads, the muscles in his neck taut like he’s gripping his armrests to keep himself in check.

“Come on, Gavin. Take out your cock and fist it. Pretend I’m sucking on it. Remember how good it felt when you slid inside my hot mouth and then told me to hollow my cheeks and lick. God, I can still feel the vein that throbbed as I did it. You were so hard, and I loved every minute of it.”

His image goes shaky, like his hands are unsteady. Then he props his phone up on his desk again, and metal clinks against metal as he undoes his belt. Next, he quickly unzips his pants. “I can’t believe I’m going to fucking jack off in my office right now. You are such a bad influence.”

I let out a satisfied hum as I continue to work my clit.

“If you were here, I’d force you onto your knees for getting me to do this, and I’d fuck your throat.”

“Oh my god. I would love that.”

“I know you would. You’re filthy and perfect.”

“For you I am. Roll your thumb over your head. Let me see if you’re wet.”

Gavin gives me a dark look. “That’s my line.”

A thrill races through me at his wicked tone. “I learned from the best.”

“Damn right you did.” He slides his thumb over the crown of his cock and then holds it up to the phone, confirming my suspicion. He’s dripping just like me. “Now what, Peaches? You going to lick it?”

His dirty words send a zap of desire through me, pushing me closer to the edge and pulling a loud moan from deep within me.

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