Page 108 of Between the Lines

“Youwouldhave an iPhone with corded headphone capabilities.”

“I could always leave the headphones out,” I offer. “But I’m sharing a wall with Aaron, Sam, and Drake.”

Her eyes bug, and I smirk.

“Now let me see you.”

Her mouth parts, and the second the vibrator touches her nipple again, I hear a moan straight into my ears, like it’s solely mine.

“Oh, that’s my good girl,” I moan, my voice low. One hand strokes my aching cock through the fly of my slacks, still confined, while the other barely holds up the phone. “Tell me how that feels.”

She has my T-shirt pushed up around her throat like a necklace, and while one hand pinches a nipple, the other rotates the tip of the slim toy around the other.

“I could come like this, no joke,” she pants. I believe her.

“Is that how you want to come? With your pussy clenching on nothing, sweet Claire?”

“Yes. No.Fuck.”

“We’ll save that for another day. Give that other nipple some attention and then we’ll see how wet my pussy is.”

“Your pussy?” she laughs, tailing off into a moan as she gives her other nipple attention.

“Yes. It’s mine.Youare mine.”

I don’t add any more. She seems to understand. After a few more moments of teasing her nipples, I tell her to stop.

“How wet are you for me?”

“So wet. I’m ruining your sheets,” she giggles, flushed.Gorgeous.

“Let me see.”

She takes her phone from the nightstand and angles it between her legs where I can see the evidence of what that did, shiny and swollen and ready. She’s right. I probablycouldmake her come with just nipple stimulation. I add that to my mental list.

“Such a good girl. You’re so wet for me. Put it against your clit now, honey.”

“Wait. I want to see you. Please tell me you’re touching yourself.”

I angle the phone toward my cock.

“Is this what you want to see? Me aching for you, Claire?”

“Mmm, fuck yes. Take it out. Squeeze yourself, Nathan.”

And here, I thought I was in control. I do as she says, groaning as I free my shaft.

“Put that toy on your clit, sweetheart. I wanna hear you scream while it makes you come.”

She does exactly what I ask, and I earn a screaming, back-bowing, hip thrusting reaction. The simple touch of that toy to her clit has her hips thrusting intensely, as if she can’t even help it. Her body is pure poetry in motion. Writhing in my sheets, creating her own music.

“Fuck,oooohhhI’m gonna come already—oh myGod, Nathan!”

It’s almost instantaneous. She comes, and comes, and comes. Doesn’t let up. Doesn’t take the toy off her pulsing pussy. She just tilts her hips, moans, and writhes in my sheets, the sweet sounds of her screams echoing off my bedroom walls and straight through my headphones. The only two things to keep me rooted in my hotel bed are the fact that my cock is raging hard, and the fact that I don’t drive this late at night.

“Good girl, Claire, ride that toy cock,” I praise, watching her thighs tremble like an earthquake while I stroke myself in time to her thrusts. After minutes of writhing, she starts to come down, panting. “Do you think you can handle it inside you, sweetheart? Can you show me how well you take it?”

“I don’t know,” she pants. “I almost… that was almosttoointense.”

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