Page 94 of The Hat Trick

Maybe that’s something that could be done the next time we are all in the same room. Now that’s an idea.

Quickly, I change into a Dragons t-shirt I stole from one of them, and a pair of black lace panties. My phone rings and Vince’s face illuminates the screen as soon as I answer. I give him a wide smile.

“Fuck, baby, I almost forgot how beautiful you are,” he practically groans, and it makes me smile even wider.

“Have I told you how cheesy you are lately?” I ask, making my way to my bed, and laying down, holding my phone above my head.

“Nope, but I don’t care, as long as it makes you smile.”

I give him a toothy grin and he chuckles. “When do you guys come back?” I ask.

“Four days, which is four days too long from making you come.”

“Mm,” I hum, sliding my hand up my stomach to my breast, just barely in view of the camera, just enough to tease him. “You said you are going to do that without touching me, better make good on that promise, Dumont.”

“I plan on it.” He sets the phone down on something, so it sits up as he stands there without having to hold it. He’s still in his suit that they arrive and leave in, but he takes off the jacket, and tosses it to the side. “First, you’re going to show me those fucking tits, and touch your nipples how you wish I was touching them.”

I do as he says, sliding my shirt up to expose my skin to him before taking one of my nipples between my fingers, and pinching while letting out a small whimper. I don’t dare take my eyes away from him as he starts to unbutton his shirt, his eyes locked on me.

“Is it my hands or my mouth on you, baby?” his husky voice asks.

“Your mouth,” I tell him softly.

He runs his tongue along his lips, my attention being drawn to them while I imagine he’s here. His full, perfectly shaped mouth sucking on the nipple I’m currently rolling between my thumb and forefinger.

“Where else are you wanting my mouth?” He unbuttons a couple more buttons, revealing the tan sculpted skin beneath, and I know the view is only going to get better.

I move the camera to angle lower to follow my hand as I slide it down my body to the waistband of my underwear. I tease my finger just barely under the fabric, moving it back and forth softly.

“Right here,” I practically whisper.

“Show me where.”

I hook my finger in the lace, lifting my hips to help move them off. It’s difficult to do with one hand, but I manage. I glance at the screen to see Vince’s shirt is mostly unbuttoned, revealing his chest to me, the defined abs with that V on his hips have me really wishing he was here with me so I could touch him and feel him on me for real.

My fingers move lower, and I graze my clit letting out a quiet moan. “Here.”

“Fuck,”I look at the screen to see him slide his hands down his face. He slides his shirt off, and I love the way his arms look, the prominent veins draw my attention from his biceps as he tosses the shirt to the side. “You want me to lick you, baby? Want my tongue all over that pretty little pussy of yours. I know you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,”I graze my clit again, harder this time while I think about the picture, he’s starting to paint for me.

“Show me. Show me how much your pussy wants me.”

I swipe my finger through my wetness because he’s completely right, I’m soaked for him. I lift my hand up so he can see my coated finger.

“Taste yourself, tell me what I would be tasting if I was there.”

I follow his instructions, sliding my finger into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it and sucking on it like he asked.

“Tell me what you taste,” he says, his belt now open as he slides his pants down his legs so he’s only in his boxer briefs. My attention is drawn to his erection that’s still confined, but obvious and in this moment, I wish my mouth was on him rather than my own finger.

“Tastes good, but not as good as you.”

“Fuck,Chandler, you can’t say stuff like that when I’m not there with you, it’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair to look as hot as you do and I can’t touch you,” the words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them, but he groans, clearly happy with what I’m saying. He takes his length in his hand, freeing himself from the confines of his boxers and I can’t look away as he pumps himself slowly.

“Touch yourself, baby, make yourself come and imagine it’s me.”

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