Page 16 of Nidev and Lyric

She made strained worried sounds. “I guess that’s only fair.”

“Your ass in those jeans. Your ass in that bathing suit that one time I reprimanded you at the pool. You walked off and I got an eyeful of that perfection. And your mouth. It produces some of my very favorite things. Your smile taking first place among other things.”

“What other things?” she asked, her breathless arousal rocking him.

“Everything else you do with your mouth. Did you know your voice over the phone is the most arousing sound I’ve ever heard?”

She gave him a big nervous laugh. “I’mnottrying to do that!”

He stroked the slit on his cock, his breaths thickening. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” she swore, her breaths shaking. “So, you mentioned needing to talk about something. That’s why I’m here if… I mean if you need to.”

“Are you ready to hear me say all those wicked things?”

“I mean… I said I would.”

“You can change your mind,” he said, lifting his hips off the bed and pushing into his tight fist.

“No, I’m not changing my mind.”

“Do you want to know what I’m doing right now?”

“Uhhh if you… need to tell me.”

Her fear delivered a firm lick along his balls. “I do need to tell you. But I need you to need it.”

She filled his ear with several nervous breaths. “I do.”

“You do what?”

“I do need it.”

“I’m laying in my bed. Naked. My legs are drawn up and open. I have my hard cock in my fist and I’m fucking it while imagining doing very, very nasty things. Do you want to know who I want to do those nasty things with?”

“Uhhh,” she barely said, the sound shaking. “Do I?”

“Her name is Doo-nie.”

His breath caught in his chest at the feel of her jealousy in the silence. “And who is that?”

“She attends this school,” he said quietly, flicking his hips faster. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve fantasized very nasty things about her.”

“Pretty sure I know everybody here and don’t recognize that name,” she said, her anger a fire in his spine.

“Look in the mirror and you will meet her,” he said, letting his moan slip. “Do you trust me, my Doo-nie?”

The phone went quiet as they both burned in the flames he’d just lit.

“How do you feel about being my darkest fantasy, Doo-nie? That you’re the woman I think about while fucking my fist? That I fantasize about making you do every manner of nasty thing to me? Tell me.”

“I…” her breaths trembled. “I… love it.”

The tiny confession exploded in his blood. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Completely.”

“Would you like to hear me come?”

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