Page 42 of Dirty Pucking Tease

Kaia: Yep!

I half wondered what was going on. Jax was in the tent right next to mine. We could probably whisper through the walls andcommunicate with each other unless he wasn't back to the tent yet.

Jax: What are you wearing?

I couldn't fight the smile pulling at the corner of my lips. Was he sexting me?

Kaia: Clothes.

Jax: The tiny little sleep shorts?

I looked down like I couldn't remember. I usually slept in just panties and a tank top. I was only sleeping in these shorts as a courtesy to Cam, not that she'd really care, and because the bathroom was a mile walk and not connected to my bedroom.

Jax: You know, the ones that make it so easy for me to taste that sweet pussy.

I choked on my breath. Even if he wasn't here with me, Jax's words did something to me. I decided to try my hand at sexting back.

Kaia: No shorts.

Jax: Fuck.

I couldn't stop the flashback from earlier tonight and the night before from flooding my brain. My eyes closed, and I bit down on my bottom lip, remembering how it felt having his lips on mine as my finger traced circles over my bare stomach. I squeezed my thighs to help alleviate the building pressure as I remembered Jax's hands on me, but it wasn't enough.

Jax: Do me a favor?

Kaia: What's that?

Jax: Run your fingers through your sweet pussy and tell me how wet you are for me right now.

My cheeks burned, and my heart rate kicked up. Were we really doing this?

Jax: Are you dripping wet for me, baby?

My nipples pulled tight against the thin material of my tank top.

I was alone. No one would know.

We were really doing this!

My hand slipped lower, dipping beneath my panties as my pulse raced. Touching myself in the privacy of my tent wasn't half as risky as Jax going down on me in the middle of the woods with hundreds of thousands of people around us, but this felt so much more intimate.

Sliding my fingers through my soaking flesh, I teased myself as images of Jax flashed forward. Spreading my thighs, I arched my back, and a small moan escaped my parted lips as I circled my clit, imagining it was Jax's strong hands touching me. His insanely intense kiss, plus the three shots of tequila, had my entire body on fire, and it wouldn't take much to send me soaring over the edge.

Jax: Are you touching yourself, baby?

Kaia: Yes. I'm soaking wet.

I needed more, more of his filthy words.

Kaia: Tell me what you're doing.

I hit send and then mouthed, 'What the fuck.' What did that even mean? Why didn't I just say 'talk dirty to me."

Jax: You need me to talk dirty while you play with that sweet pussy?

But Jax knew what I wanted.

Kaia: Yes.

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