Page 92 of Ice Bet

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m just getting comfy.” She placed the phone in front of her, and I assumed by the clanking of it that she rested it on the coffee table.

“You’re still in jeans,” I noted, starting to walk to my room before glancing at the front door to make sure it was unlocked. She’d be coming over sooner or later, but I’d let her have her fun first.

“You’re right. I guess I’ll take them off.” I stopped in the middle of the hallway when she popped up from the couch and stood in front of the phone. Her fingers fiddled with the button of her jeans, and I stopped breathing when she pulled the zipper down, revealing black, lacy panties that Iknewwere soaked from all the teasing I had done during the poker game.

I licked my lips at the slow pace of the denim slipping over her curvy hips, revealing toned legs the color of sand.Fuck me.I stared at her covered pussy and remembered how good she tasted. I wasn’t sure Icouldlet her have her fun.

“That’s better.” She sighed, sitting back down. The cushions swallowed her whole, and I’d never been jealous of a fucking couch before, but I wanted to rip it to shreds.This is ridiculous.

“You’re really good at getting under my skin,” I admitted, in hopes that my defeat would make her come over.

She laughed, and the sound raised my dick to the standing position. I looked down at it before she stole my attention again. “You think you can tease me for the last two hours, tell me what to do, and expect me not to retaliate? It's like you don’t know me at all.”

“I know you’re soaked right now.” My voice was as strained as my dick inside my boxers.

“Am I?”

“Why don’t you show me?” I teased.

Riley giggled like a little devil, and I couldn’t believe that the team nicknamed her Duster. We were all fooled by her sweet-and-innocent act.

I rested my back against the wall and gripped my phone so tightly I thought it may snap. A plea for her to stop fucking around was at the tip of my tongue, but when she slipped her fingers beneath the black silk, I died a slow death.

By the sound of my voice, it sounded like I’d swallowed a handful of rocks. “What are you doing?”

“I thought you wanted to see?”

“Then spread your legs and let me look.” I was desperate. I pressed my heels into the floor and shoved a breath down my throat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.She was driving me absolutely wild. I almost began pacing.

My mouth watered, and I wanted her taste to replace the beer I’d chugged moments ago. Her soft movements and dragging of silk down her legs were enough to bring me to my knees.

Once her panties were off and I looked at her perfect pussy, she threw the black scrap of fabric at the phone and covered almost all of the camera. I felt the arrow go straight into my chest.

“Two can play that game.”

“Hmm?” It sounded like a moan.

I strode to my bedroom and flipped the light switch.

“Can you see okay?” I asked, locking onto the tiniest fucking sliver of her through the stupid black silk. “I wouldn’t want you to miss the show.”

I tore my T-shirt off, but I didn’t throw it over the camera. I wanted her to see exactly what she did to me. My abs flickered with every deliberate movement, and when I pulled my sweats down and revealed my throbbing dick, I smiled at her sharp intake of breath.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“I thought I heard you say something.”

My blood pressure shot to the roof when I caught a quick glimpse of her hand moving over her legs. “Don’t. You. Dare,” I snapped, gripping my cock. I sighed with pleasure. It wasn’t as good as it would be if she were here doing this, but it sufficed.

“Are you telling me I can’t touch myself?” she asked in a breathy voice.

I groaned at my tight grip. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, Riley. If anyone is touching that pussy tonight, it’s me.”

Fuck. She better get over here.

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