Page 67 of Unexpected

Me: I promise one day we will test that theory, because we’d both thoroughly enjoy it. But, for now?

Her response was immediate, and I let out a pained groan when I read the short text.

Hazel: Take off the towel and show me what I’m missing.

All reason had already gone out the fucking window where she was concerned.No pun intended.

So, I set my phone on the windowsill and made sure Hazel’s eyes were on me before I untucked the small piece of towel still hanging on and let it drop at my feet in a damp pile.

I had nothing to be ashamed of, and I craved her reaction. Unlike what I thought would happen, her eyes didn’t immediately dart to my dick that bobbed long and seriously fucking hard in front of me.

Her eyes began a slow perusal from my face, down my tattooed chest and torso and continued until the tattoos ended just past my waistline. When she saw me in all my glory, I witnessed her sharp intake of breath as she bit her lip.

I gripped the base of myself, squeezing as a drop of precum beaded at the tip. Watching her watch me as I pumped my hand up and down my shaft made me delirious. It took all my self-control not to beckon her over to me as I thought about what her soft, little hands would feel like wrapped around my length. She’d probably have no problem using two hands to work me over, and my dick throbbed with the mental images that appeared behind my eyes.

Before I could let what little of my self-control I still possessed shatter, I had another idea that may have comfortably inched her in the direction I knew we both wanted to go. The end result we both wanted: my cock buried deep inside her tight, warm cunt. But we would get there on her time line.

Her time line, not mine, because mine would have had me already in her bedroom with my mouth between her legs. So, option two it was.

I grabbed my phone, still slowly stroking myself, and dialed Hazel’s number. When I put my phone to my ear, her brow furrowed, and she reluctantly answered her own phone.

“Yes?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Hi, Angel.”

“Hi.”

“Are you enjoying your view?”

She laughed but didn’t tear her eyes away from me. “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“It looks like you’re a little overdressed for this party, don’t you think?”

Her eyebrows shot up as she glanced down at her sports bra and leggings. She nervously crossed an arm in front of herself as she recrossed her legs.

“Am I?” Her voice was reluctant, but I pressed on.

“Yes, you most definitely are. But that can be easily remedied.”

I continued the slow strokes up and down my dick as I held the phone to my ear. If this continued in the direction I was hoping it would go, it was going to be difficult to stay standing.

“Luke, I—” she began to protest.

“Angel, do you trust me?” I saw her eyes flutter as she rolled them, and I scoffed. “Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?” I reworded the question.

She shook her head, but I needed more than that. “Answer me.”

“No, you’ve never given me a reason not to trust you.”

Just the sound of her voice made my balls tighten and whatever blood was still in the rest of my body made its way to my dick.

“Okay, so take your clothes off.” I could see the gears turning in her head as she contemplated my demand and probably wondered how far I would take it.

It wasn’t until she set the phone down on the dresser, with her hip still pressed against the drawers, and turned on the speakerphone that a victorious smile crossed my face. Her movements became rushed and awkward as she toed off her sneakers and yanked off her neon socks.

“Slowly, please,” I said, and then added, “there’s no need to rush when we have all night.”

She stopped with her hands poised at the top of her leggings. Her fingers had barely breached the fabric there when her eyes darted back to me. With a shake of her head, she said, “So you’re going to demand that I undress and then tell me how to?”

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