Page 45 of Vegas Heat

“I’m on the top floor of my building. Nobody can see me, and nobody’s out tonight. It’s silent out here, and I’d rather do this out here in the dark than risk my mom hearing when I come all over my hand in my bedroom.”

“Yeah, let’s not do that,” I say. “So…now what?”

“I assume you’re alone?” he asks.

I nod, and then I get up and lock my bedroom door just to be safe.

“Show me your tits,” he demands quietly. “I miss your gorgeous tits.”

I lift my shirt and flash him.

He chuckles. “Take off your bra and your shirt, and then show me.”

“You first,” I demand, and he lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it somewhere out of the frame. He pans down to those gorgeous abs, and my mouth waters as I think about how good it felt when his weight hovered over me.

I set my phone down, pull my shirt off, and unhook my bra. I toss it to the floor before I pick my phone back up. I pan down to show him my breasts, and he groans audibly through the chat.

“God, those look perfect. Touch one of your nipples for me,” he says, and I do. I pinch it between my fingers, and he moans. “Flick it with your thumb.” I do what he says. “Now reach down into your panties and touch your clit, but keep the phone on your face so I can see how good it feels.”

“First you have to get your dick out,” I say.

He does it, and he shows me the evidence a second later.

“Stroke it,” I demand.

“It’s real fucking hot when you tell me what to do,” he murmurs, and I hear the slide of his hand over the thick, tight skin he just showed me. “Now finger yourself while I jerk off.”

I dip a finger in and close my eyes at the feel of it, his groans in my ear, his face in my sight, and the feel of my own touch making me hot and needy.

“Just like that, baby,” he murmurs, and I drive my finger in and out a few times.

I pull it out to rub my clit, and the feel is almost too good as I listen to him touch himself. I watch the phone as he tips his neckback, closing his eyes for a beat while he pumps his fist up and down his shaft.

“Oh God,” I whisper, rubbing myself faster as the ache starts to build. I wish it was him here doing this to me, but this will work for tonight.

His eyes open as he hears my whisper, and he starts to move his hand a little faster, something I can only tell by the way the phone starts to move.

“Fuck, even in a different state you make me come undone,” he mutters.

“Right back at you,” I moan, and it’s too much, way too much as the pleasure edges in on me. “I’m going to come.”

“So am I. Come with me,” he demands. “Fuck yes, baby. Oh God, yes.”

I let out a loud gasp as the pleasure hits a peak, and we come together, my legs trembling with the brutal force of it, and as soon as the contractions start to wane, the ache is back. It felt good to give myself an orgasm, but it feels far better when it’s him giving them to me.

He grabs his shirt and uses it to clean up his mess, and I grab my shirt, too, pulling it back over my head.

“That was unexpected,” I say.

“It was your idea,” he points out.

I laugh. “Maybe I should have that idea tomorrow, too.”

“Or again in, say, forty-five minutes?” He grins, and it’s so sweet and sexy at the same time.

It didn’t bring us that much closer to Saturday, but it was still a fun way to pass the time.

It’s the only time we do that, in fact, before I head to the airport to board a plane a few days later. The week dragged for me, including the boat ride where Mia hung out with the boy who invited us and I hung out by myself in a corner wishing Cooper was with me. A few college boys flirted with me, but I hadzero interest in flirting back. I let them down gently by telling them I was seeing someone, and we left it at that.

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