Page 17 of Shes my 1 Try

“Whatever my cute girl wants.” It’s a huge step to call her mine and as a coy smile slides across her mouth, a pink flush colouring her cheeks, I fucking know she feels it too.

Slipping a hand into my trackies, I tease her, stroking myself beneath the material and am rewarded with a gasping moan. One filled with so much fucking need; my hand slides easily up and down my length thanks to the pre-cum leaking out. Without an ounce of doubt, I slide my cock out, fisting it tightly.

“Holy fucking shit!” Wiley gasps, one hand clamping over her mouth and I can’t help but smirk.

“You like what you see, Wiley?” My ego is eating up the way her hand slides down her throat as her eyes dart between mine and the way I’m stroking my cock.

“Like’s a pretty weak word,” she finally manages to say, coming closer to her phone, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I continue to stroke myself, polishing my knob with even more pre-cum.

“So, what word would you use?” I grunt, straining to keep my shit together. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you not answering the other question.”

“I’d use the word magnificent, but I think that would give you a big head,” she laughs, hearing the innuendo in her own words. “I didn’t believe until I met you, Asher. It seemed like a ridiculous impossibility. And yet here we are and all I can think about is being with you and not just for sex. Sure,” she pauses, a shy smile playing on her lips, “I’d be lying if the thought of sliding my very wet pussy down that fucking anaconda of yours doesn’t make me want to come right now.”

“Holy fucking shit indeed,” I rasp, her words doing things to me I can’t explain. “And that dirty fucking mouth of yours, Wiley. I want it…”

My words die as my door swings open, Mandy storming in.

“Oh fuck! Asher, what the hell?!” she exclaims, covering her eyes and running out.

“Asher?” I hear Wiley cry as I drop my phone.

“What the actual fuck, Mandy?!” I yell, tugging my pants up, my heart in my throat.

“I’m sorry,” she yells back. “The front door was open. I just wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“Asher? Asher, who is that?” Wiley calls out panicked.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologise, picking the phone back up. “That was my cousin, I swear.”

She doesn’t say anything and I can’t tell if it’s sorrow or suspicion clouding her beautiful face as she grabs for her clothes.

“Wiley, I’m sorry. I promise that was my cousin, Mandy. I’m…she’s…fuck! Fuck me dead! I…” my words come out all jumbled and all I want to hear is Wiley saying she believes me. I can’t have fucked this up already, can I?

“It’s…okay, Asher,” she finally says, disappointment in every word, her clothes now back on. “I remember who Mandy is.”

I’ve told her about my family, especially Mandy. She knows how close we are. But not that fucking close. “Wiley, you have no idea how sorry I am. I should have made sure my front door was closed.”

“It’ll be a funny story we tell to other people,” she jokes, her lips twitching as she struggles to hold in her laughter. It doesn’t work and we both end up snickering, and it quickly turns into howls of laughter.

“So…so you didn’t think…” I leave the rest of my question hanging as we both get our breathing under control.

“That you had another girl in your bed?” she finishes for me, shaking her head. “No, but it did scare me.”

“Fuck, sorry. I promise to lock the door next time.”

“Next time, huh?” she muses, her playfulness returning.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t want to see me?—”

“Stroke that anaconda till you came? Oh, yeah, that I wanted to see.” Fuck, this woman is perfect.

“Wiley, I’m gonna make a mess of myself if that dirty mouth of yours keeps it up.”

“Maybe you’ll just have to do something about that,” she says suggestively, sliding her tongue across her top lip.

Mandy is making noise in the kitchen muttering to herself about needing to scrub her eyes and I shut my door, leaning on it. “I’m gonna be in Sydney this weekend. I want to see you, Wiley. No, I need to see you.”

“I’ll be at the trial game,” she answers, but not my question and the thought of her watching me play wearing a fucking Rays jersey, because that’s her team, has thoughts of me ripping it off her come to mind.

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