Page 40 of Bull Rush

I don’t know how much longer I can hold Ramsey at bay either if I want to complete the deal. He was clear on his terms. I caved at dinner and told him he could sleep here tonight to buy myself some more time to think it through. But it’s only a matter of time until he’ll want me to make a decision, one way or the other.

Somehow, someway, I have to find a way to keep my heart safe, even if I do let Ramsey have other parts of me. Curtis has been far too understanding and supportive for me to do anything but the bare minimum to make good on my contractual obligations to Ramsey. Meanwhile, I need to do more for Curtis to show him I’m not forgetting about him.

When Ramsey comesthrough the bedroom door a few minutes after Curtis gets on the phone with me, my heart seizes up in my chest. There’s a boyish grin on his face, and his eyes sweep the room for me like he has something funny he wants to tell me. They fall on me a moment later in my bed just as Curtis’s voice comes through the phone.

“You got my cock, baby? I don’t want you using any other toys while I’m gone. Just mine.” Curtis groans, and then the sound of his grunt comes through the phone as he jerks his hand over his dick.

“Yes,” I say softly in return, letting the tip of the toy brushover my clit as I tease myself with it under the covers. A torture I deserve.

Regret fills me as Ramsey’s eyes darken and his jaw goes tight. I should have locked the door and made sure he wasn’t coming back home until later. I’d still tell him I had phone sex with Curtis, because we don’t keep secrets. But seeing it on his face—watching that playful grin of his fade to something more haunting—makes me feel awful.

“Good girl. Fuck yourself with my cock. Fill that pussy. I’m already close, baby. I’ve been missing you. We have to do this more often. I need to hear you,” Curtis continues, wholly unaware that my husband is looming over the bed listening to the whole thing.

“So full of you. I wish you were here. I need fucked,” I bluster on, my hand shaking under the covers, even though there’s no vibration from the toy.

Ramsey’s eyes widen and fall over me. I can see the irritated tick of his jaw, and his eyes float back to the phone as Curtis moans through it. Ramsey loses his patience a moment later, ripping back the quilt that’s covering me, and the cool air lashes over my skin. I’m bare from the waist down, my panties discarded to the side. I’ve got the DIY clone-a-dick Curtis made for our anniversary just slipping inside me again as Ramsey fully realizes what’s happening. I watch him process it, his face a swift wave of emotion before it goes blank again.

He kneels on the edge of the bed—his eyes locked on me and mine on him. I’m waiting for him to react, expecting he’ll say something—do something to mock me or piss Curtis off—but he stays quiet. Just watching and waiting while I keep fucking myself with the toy.

“Oh fuck. I’m close. Are you close, baby? Let me hear you if you are.”

I’m not. I’m too distracted by Ramsey. I’ve lost all ability tofocus on my already unlikely orgasm because he’s there, glowering at me like I’m some kind of harlot who’s betraying him.

“Yes,” I lie, and Ramsey can tell. A self-satisfied smirk forms in the wake of his realization. He looks like a villain with the way his lips curl into it.

“Tell daddy how much you love it,” Curtis half speaks, half squeaks the words as he gets closer to coming.

“I love it, Daddy. I love your cock so much,” I answer. And if I didn’t regret doing this to Ramsey before, I regret it now when he watches me say those words while I half-heartedly slide the toy in and out. Ramsey stifles a laugh, and I glare at him, pulling the toy away and starting to sit up.

But Ramsey grabs my thighs and pins me in place. My eyes snap to his, and we’re locked in a battle of silent wills for full seconds before he grabs the hand I still have wrapped around the toy and guides it back between my legs. He helps me push it inside, his eyes never leaving mine. His thumb brushes over me, and he massages small circles over my clit until I start to raise my hips to meet it with counter friction.

I can hear Curtis coming in the background over the phone. Gasping and stuttering as he fucks his hand somewhere in Vegas. But all I can think about—all I can feel—is Ramsey’s hands on me again. Then he does the unthinkable; he leans down and wraps his lips around my tender, swollen clit. The sensation is almost too much, and I buck up under it like I might jump from the bed entirely. His strong arms wrap around my thighs tighter and pin me back down, and he starts to suck on my clit in earnest until I cry out from how good it feels.

“Oh god. I haven’t heard you sound this good in forever, baby. You must miss my cock that much, huh?” Curtis laughs through the phone.

I’m too busy coming hard against Ramsey’s mouth torespond, muttering curses and running my fingers through his hair as I fuck his face and Curtis’s toy at the same time. When I stop gasping, and my breathing starts to slow to a more normal pace, I brave a glance down between my thighs. Ramsey looks like a fucking devil, his lashes are low, and his eyes are shadowed by them.

He raises back onto his knees and pulls himself out of the sweats he has on. I gasp when I see it—a metal bar pierced straight through from top to bottom. One that wasn’t there before.

“You still going, baby?” Curtis asks.

“Yes,” I answer absently. “Going again.” Because fuck do I want to, but with the real thing this time. The version I’ve missed in the middle of the night more times than I can count.

“Oh fuck. That fucking horny tonight? You must really miss my cock.” I can hear Curtis’s smile through the phone, but it’s a backdrop to what happens next.

Ramsey’s hand slips between my legs and wets his fingers with my come before he wraps his hand around his cock and starts to fuck himself. The sound of it is intoxicating and watching my come make the metal bar on his cock glisten has me in stunned silence.

“Baby?” Curtis asks.

“Hmm?” I respond, my eyes locked on the way Ramsey starts to pick up his pace. Precum starts to leak from the tip of his cock, and I’m so tempted to sit up and lick it off that it startles me when Curtis speaks again.

“Do you miss my cock?” Curtis asks the question like he’s already repeated it several times. My eyes lift to meet Ramsey’s, and his brow is raised in amusement, his teeth dig into his lower lip as he tries to mute the groans coming from his chest as he fucks himself harder.

“I miss it so much. I want to hear you come again,” I answerCurtis, but my eyes are still locked on Ramsey, and he knows the words are meant for him.

“I can try, baby. Let me see if I can stroke it back to life. I need you to talk me through it though.” Curtis sounds doubtful.

I hit the mute button as Ramsey starts to come. He’s loud, moaning and gasping as he fucks his hand; his come spills out over me. It paints my chest and abdomen, leaving hot streaks of it dripping down my skin. He jerks out a few more strokes and lets it pool on my lower belly as I watch.

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