Page 25 of Bait

Yes.

It’s only a half lie. I mean, I’m alone in that no one is reading over my shoulder. There’s nothing for half a minute, before suddenly, my phone lights up as an image comes through.

…And Igasp.

It’s his cock. It’s Oliver’s fist wrapped tight around his thick, rock-hard,hugecock. I mean a full half of it is sticking out above his fist, and the big round head is so swollen and glistening that I actually lick my lips as the pulse of heat throbs through my core. Yeah, Oliver ismuchbigger than the porno-dude on the magazine.

I’m still staring at it, blushing and feeling the heat pooling between my legs, when another text comes through.

Show me, baby girl.

My face goes scarlet. I know what he wants.

…And I know I’m about to give it to him.

Blushing, licking my lips nervously and excitedly, I hook my thumbs into my sleep shorts and push them down, kicking them down and off. I shiver heatedly, feelingsobad as I spread my legs and bring the phone down with the camera app open. I take a deep breath and click.

Crap.

It’s completely dark under the covers, so obviously, even with the glow from the screen, so is the photo. I bring the phone back up and turn on the flash this time before I slide it back down between my spread legs.

I take a deep breath, I shiver wickedly, and I take the picture.

“You aresotaking nudes for your professor right now.”

I jump at the sound of Kempton’s voice from across the room, blushing bright red as I slam the phone face down.

“I am not!”

“Bullshit” she giggles. “What, are you takinglandscapeshots under your covers at 2:30 in the morning with the flash on?”

I groan, covering my burning face with my hands.

“GoodnightKempton.”

“Goodniiiight,” she calls back in a sleepy sing-song voice. I give it another minute before I pick the phone back up and glance at the picture I took.

…Okay, it’s kind of hot, and I blush a I drink in the sight of my own bare pussy—glistening and wet, and still so pink from earlier. I open up the text messages with Oliver, and quickly send it off, my heart racing.

I’m calling you. Right now.

I quickly text back.

Wait, my roommate is still up.

But instantly, his number pops up on my screen, and I swallow as I answer it and quickly bring it to my ear.

“I know you can’t talk, baby girl,” he purrs, his deep voice like liquid sex in my ears.

“So just listen. You’ve got me so fucking hard right now, and I’m stroking it, replaying everything from earlier in my head. Fuck, Ana, you felt so fucking good.”

He groans, and I bite my lip, squeezing my legs together and knowing he’s stroking his cock with me on the phone.

“Touch your pussy for me, baby,” he growls. “I saw how wet you are. I want to hear you play with it for me.”

I bite back my moan, nodding and letting my heavy breathing tell him what words can’t as I slide my hand down. My fingers tease over my tummy, and I push lower, gaspingoh soquietly as they slide through my slick, wet lips.

“Touch yourself, Ana. Play with that pretty little pussy for me.”

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