Page 59 of Every Beat of My Heart

Are your nipples hard under the fabric?

The material is a little abrasive.

I imagined her biting her lip as she typed that admission as I squeezed my cock through my gym shorts. It wasn’t the time or the place, but my mind was running rampant with sexy images: spreading her legs and licking her while she wore my sweatshirt. I felt possessive of her, like an oversexed teenager needing to claim my girl.

Are you touching yourself?

Do you want me to?

This time she sent another image, of the sweatshirt hiked up a bit so I could see more of her legs, one was bent and the other straight. But I couldn’t see what I wanted. She was such a tease, and I loved it.

Yes, naughty girl.

I couldn’t believe I was sexting with the object of my every fantasy. A vision of her bent over her desk in one of those tight skirts she liked to wear sent me into a tailspin. There was something about not being able to go to her whenever I wanted. We had to control ourselves because of Owen, and it only made me want her more.

I’m so achy for you.

How had we gone from a first kiss to this? It was like we’d held back, and now that we were sure of each other’s feelings, it had unleashed a deluge of emotions, needs, and urges.

If I was there, I’d take care of you. I’d spread those legs nice and wide and suck your clit. I’d use my fingers to make you feel so good.

I want that.

Slide two fingers between your folds, circle your clit, then go lower, easing one finger inside.

My phone fell silent.

Are you doing what I asked?

It took a few seconds, but finally she responded.

Yes.

I pulled my cock out and squeezed the base. There was a bead of precum on the top, and I imagined Claire touching herself as she licked it off. She’d be on all fours, her hand buried between her legs, while she sucked me like I was her favorite lollipop.

I felt so worked up, I almost shot my load before I had the wherewithal to check in on her.

Are you still with me?

It feels so good. I’m imagining it’s your hands touching me.

Good girl. Now imagine I’m sucking hard on your clit.

I fumbled with the phone, calling her.

She answered, sounding out of breath. “Jameson.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m so close.”

“I’ll help you, baby.”

I swear she whimpered.

“I’ll make you feel so good.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

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