Page 59 of Before Now

I drag the zipper down, pulse racing. I’m not entirely sure if it’s from what I’m doing or the way he’s watching me while I do it.

“You’re a natural, Remi.” He winds through my veins, taking over. The material goes slack, ready to fall after I slip the thin straps off my shoulders, but the hand gripping my phone braces the front, holding it to my chest.

“Let me see,” he says.

I move my hand, dropping the rest. Cool air coasts over my bare breasts and exposed skin, and Foster curses as I wiggle the dress off my hips. It hits the floor at my feet, leaving me in black panties. Other than those and what hides behind the swirly mask and under the arm warmers, I let him see all of me. I expect him to mention the last one, but he seems distracted.

“Another fucking bad idea,” he mutters.

“Agreed.” But I move the phone and angle it toward the mirror so he has an unobstructed view.

Foster flicks open the button on his jeans, causing a stutter in my already pounding heart. “I couldn’t possibly have a worse one.” He unzips but then stops, a tease of dark fabric visible underneath. “Say no, and we stop right now, Remi.”

“I know,” I say, not a doubt in my mind. “Now tell me what happens after I say yes.”

His mouth hooks up at my wording. “You’re going to make yourself come for me while I get off, wishing like hell my cock could be buried in your cunt.”

My core clenches, a blush spreading over more than my face-paint-covered cheeks.

I nod but receive a lazy shake of his head.

“Nah, I need an answer from those pouty lips, baby.”

“These lips?” I ask before biting my bottom one.

My fingers trail over the curve of my breast and nipple and then drift lower until they skim the top of my panties. I run them all the way across, teasing just below the hem and drawing out the delicious tension. It becomes a living thing between us, a vibration tingling against my skin and him appearing closer and closer to losing control.

Heady and addicting.

“Remi…” he warns.

“Yes. I want you to watch me come for you, Foster.”

He groans and sinks his hand into his open jeans, gripping his dick over his boxer briefs. “Lose the fucking panties,” he demands. “You’re going to spread your sweet thighs for me in front of the mirror.”

I draw the fabric down on one side before moving to the other. Foster nearly growls at the first glimpse of skin beneath, and then my panties are on the floor, and he’s pushing his jeans down.

Snatching the last pillow off my bed, I drop it on the floor. Nerves free-for-all inside me, but I ease myself down, eyes set on the erection straining beneath his boxers. I already feel wetness on my thighs as I fold my legs in front of me. And I earn another head shake from Foster.

“Let me see.”

Leaning against the side of my bed, I draw my knees up, centered in the mirror. Then I slowly part my thighs, skimming a hand up the inside of one as I go, every breath infused with anticipation.

“Fuck.” Foster keeps his eyes trained on the phone. “Just like that, Remi.”

My mouth dries even more when he shoves down his briefs, clit throbbing at the sight of his bare cock. He kicks them away with his jeans and palms his thick shaft.

I reach the top of my thigh, legs open and reflection showing himeverythingbetween them.

“The immoral things I’d do to touch you right now. To feel how wet you are and spread that tight pussy around my cock.” Foster gives himself a hard stroke, and I shiver, fingertips creeping inward. His lids droop, hand gliding up and down. “Touch yourself before I lose my mind.”

I drag my fingers through my slick core, all the way up to my clit. The contact alone makes me whimper, but knowing he’s chasing the movement with his starving gaze has me dizzy.

“Fuck, Foster,” I breathe, not even sure he hears but needing to say his name as I rub my clit. I’m a little rougher than I would be on my own—how I think he’d touch me. How Iwanthim to be with me.

“Christ, you might be the ultimate beautiful thing.” He licks his bottom lip, muscles flexing while he strokes himself. “Look at you, soaked and on display, desperate to be fucked.”

I moan, my head falling back and eyes clamping shut.

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