Page 28 of I Just Want to be Yours

“Maybe,” she says simply, sweetly—far more innocently than she is.

“Well, it’s working,” I mutter as I set the bottle down and readjust.

“Jackson,” she says in a voice that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “What would you do?”

“You’re serious?” I ask before tossing back more bourbon.

“Very,” she says as she lets out a sigh. “I need this.”

My jeans suddenly feel too tight, and I let out a groan. “Where are you?”

“On my bed.”

“What are you wearing?”

She lets out a light laugh. “Nothing sexy. I’m still wearing the black skirt and white blouse I wore to work.”

I know the exact outfit. I’ve seen her in it countless times, and I know how fucking gorgeous she looks. She looks gorgeous in everything. “No that’s—” I swallow. “No, I can work with that.” Just picturing her is making it harder to think straight. “I mean, I could work with anything when it comes to you, but that’s . . . that’s perfect.” I down a little more bourbon before setting the bottle on the floor near my bunk. “You want to know what I’d do to you?”

“Please,” she breathes, and somehow that one word has me more turned on than anything else she’s said tonight.

I wipe my hand over my mouth. “Margot, are you touching yourself?”

“Not yet,” she says in a voice that suddenly sounds shy. I know she gets herself off while I’m not there, but we’ve never done this together.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

“Okay.”

The image of her, in her black skirt, lying on her bed with her hand between her legs could probably get me off on its own. My thoughts are scattered as I think about all the things I’d like to do to her right now. There are too many.

“How does it feel?” I ask, my voice hoarse, and my mind still caught up in the visual she gave me.

She lets out a low hum. “Not as good as when you do it.”

I stifle the groan those words threaten to pull from me as I lean back. “Fuck your hand like you fuck me, Red. I promise you know what you’re doing.”

“Jackson,” she half scolds, half laughs.

“I’m serious. You never hold back with me, so don’t hold back with yourself. I want to hear every sigh and moan that comes from your pretty mouth.”

She sucks in a breath.

“If you were here, I’m not going to lie, I’d want to be selfish,” I say, my voice low. “I’d want your mouth around my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever told you how good your mouth feels, but it’s so fucking good, Margot. And the sight of you?” I shake my head, my hand rubbing over my face. “Just seeing you look up at me while you slowly take me in is enough to make me want to come.” A soft moan leaves her lips, and it gives me too much satisfaction. “You take me so well when I fuck your mouth, Margot. You’re so fucking good. And when I come down your throat, I know you love it. I can see it in the way your eyes flutter shut as you swallow. I can feel it in the way you go back for more, sucking me dry.” The sound that comes from her throat is enough to make my dick twitch. Unzipping my jeans, I reach into my pants and pull myselffree. My eyes shut, and my head falls back as I wrap my hand around my cock and do my best to pretend it’s Margot I’m feeling. “Admit it. Admit that you love it.”

Her breath is tight and airy when she says, “I do. I love it.”

“Love what?”

She lets out a soft moan. “I love when you come in my mouth.”

Fuck me.

“Slip a finger inside you.” I wish I could be the one to feel her, but knowing she’s doing it herself does something to me in a completely different way.

“How do you make me so wet when you’re not even here?” she breathes. Before I can say anything, she adds, “You know . . . I wish I could taste you now. I wish I could make you come while I do this.”

I let out a groan, my hand pumping harder. There’s something so soft and dream-like in her voice. I know she’s getting lost in this. Fuck, I’m getting lost in this.

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