Page 50 of Bite Your Tongue

“Will that make you come harder, darlin’?” I murmur. “To watch me cover my hand in cum while I imagine I’m fucking that tight pussy of yours?”

“Yes,” she barely chokes out, thrusting her fingers in and out of herself. “Please, show me.”

“Okay, baby, only because you asked nicely,” I groan before switching the camera to face my cock.

My palm slides with ease from the pre-cum that keeps leaking out, but I jerk myself harder and faster, until my body begins to quiver and warm cum erratically shoots from my dick, covering not only my hand, but my entire fucking abdomen.

The sounds of moans and cries come from Saylor’s mouth, and selfishly, I turn the phone so that I can watch as she comes on her fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” I coo sweetly. “Take what you need. Take it all.”

Her mouth hangs open, her eyebrows pull together, and her body shudders as she comes hard on her hand.

A few moments later, she pulls her hand from between her legs and grins. Her grin turns into a bashful giggle, and she pulls the blanket up to her chest.

“Well then, that was hotter than any Pornhub shit I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, giving her a wink. “That right there will be in my spank bank for a long-ass time.”

She puts her head down and looks away from me even though her shoulders shake with laughter. “I’m going to go get dressed now, you filthy, dirty dawg. Call you back in five minutes?”

“Sounds good,” I drawl. I feel like I just ran a marathon and have absolutely no ambition to get up out of bed. “I know I’m irresistible, but try to keep your clothes on this time.”

“Yeah, okay,” she murmurs, shaking her head. “I’m hanging up now, so go put your dick away. Five minutes!”

She ends the call, and instead of scrambling to get dressed, I lie here like a dumbass, a grin on my face the size of Texas. Allbecause that girl told me to put my dick away right after we had phone sex because that’s who she is.

She’s something—that’s for sure.

The knock on the door instantly sends my stomach into knots. I know it’s Ryder, and it’ll be the first time I’ve seen him in person since we agreed to this whole friends-with-benefits thing. I don’t know how this works. I’m not sure if he’ll strut in and pull his dick out and say,Honey, I’m home. Climb aboard. Or if we’ll actually just hang out as friends tonight.

To be candid, I’m hoping for a mix of both.

When I pull the door open, it takes me a minute to speak as I simply stare at the man before me.

“Umm … I guess I should have used the peephole?” I put on my best sketched-out face, trying to contain my amusement. “Ry-Ry, your disguise is terrible.” I snort at his pair of fake glasses, stick-on mustache, and a hat pulled low on his head. I don’t think anyone is going to know who he is—that’s for damn sure.

“You love it—don’t even lie,” he drawls. “You’re totally digging it.”

“I find you equal parts creepy and cute,” I deadpan. “And even I’m not entirely sure how you pulled that off.”

“Creepy?” He sighs. “It’s the mustache, isn’t it? I took it too far.”

“I think so, Cambridge. I think so.” I nod before reaching up and brushing my finger against it. “You kind of look like an ’80s porn star, and I think I’m going to call you Howard.”

“Laugh it up. I’m tellin’ you, the people of New York are not fans of the Bay Shark boys after that last game.” He widens his eyes dramatically. “You should have a disguise too. Your brother literally punched someone in the face.”

“What, should I slap on a ’stache too?” I bite my lip to stop laughing, my eyes roaming over his face. “You know what? I think I’ll take my chances.”

“Suit yourself. I think I look sexy.” He shrugs. “In fact, I don’t know how many women you’ll have to fight off to make sure you’re the one kissing these lips at midnight. Gonna be hard, Sail-On. I’m a hot commodity, and I’m not sure you’ll be up for the challenge.”

My soul feels light, just like it always does when I’m with Ryder. Things are just … easy. Every time we’re together, we’re laughing or attacking each other to get naked. No matter what we’re doing, it’s a good time. That’s how friendships should be though, minus the naked part. Most friends I know keep their clothes on. If you took out the “benefits” part, we really are just two good friends, having a nice time.

That’s exactly what I need.

“It’s good to see you again, Ryder,” I finally say, still grinning my cheeks off before I step back and wave him inside the hotel room. “Come in and check out the room you hooked us up with.”

For Ryder, this will be a bit of a rushed trip because he can only hang out with me till just after midnight before he has to catch a flight back to Maine. That way, he makes it to practice tomorrow morning. It was sort of crazy for him to come here when we’re only going to be able to hang out for six hours. Yet here he is.

Smile on his face and all.

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