Page 158 of The First Time

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There are noises on her end then there's music. It's too muffled for me to make it out.

But then I don't care about hearing music.

I care about hearing Piper.

"I'll put you on speaker." I tap the speaker option on my phone and set the thing on the couch's arm. That doesn't feel quite right.

I lie back, stretching out on the couch, and I place the cell on my chest.

This is where I fucked her for the first time.

Where she came on my cock.

Where I took her virginity.

Never thought I was into the whole virgin thing. Apparently, my cock is. I'm hard enough to cut diamonds.

Her voice flows through the speaker. "What are you wearing."

"Jeans and a t-shirt."

"Still?"

Good point. I lift the phone so I can pull the t-shirt over my head. I slide my hand down my torso in an attempt to take this slow.

But I don't want slow. I want to come for her listening pleasure.

"T-shirt's gone," I say.

"And the jeans."

I unbutton and unzip my jeans and push them off my hips. "Gone."

"So you're... I really love that you go commando."

Fuck, the need in her voice...

I wrap my hands around my cock. "What are you wearing?"

"A tank top and jeans." There's noise on her end, her shifting out of her clothes. "A bra and panties now. I'm in my bed. Are you—"

"On the couch."

She lets out a needy sigh. "Will you... will you start?"

Fuck yes. I let out my own needy sigh as I stroke myself. I know how to get myself off fast, when it's a release more than anything else.

But this is something I want to savor.

I go as slow as I can. I start soft. I tease myself. Then Piper is letting out another needy sigh and I can't fucking take slow.

I groan into the phone's receiver as I go faster, harder. It's not like fucking myself alone. Not quite like her hands on my body either.

There's something about doing it for her, about knowing she's getting off to my pleasure— it's hot as hell.

And it's an intimacy I've never felt before.

My thoughts fall away as I stroke myself harder. Harder.

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