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Her shoulder lifts a couple of inches, then drops again. “Scratched an itch.”
My cock, already half-hard from the sound of her voice, surges to full mast at the thought of her getting off. I slip my hand beneath the waistband of my shorts and give it a firm squeeze, just to take the edge off. It doesn’t help.
“Is it weird this is turning me on?”
She gasps and bites her lip. “Is it?”
“Yeah, I’m rock fuckinghard.”
“Show me.”
I pull the phone back, tug down my shorts and let my dick spring free, angling the camera so she can see more of me. She moans softly, rolling to her back.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“Are you gonna touch yourself while I do?” she asks, a flicker of challenge in her voice.
“Is that OK?”
She hums gently, sinking lower under her sheets. “Only if I can too.”
Chapter 28
Ryan
Her phone switches hands,and I watch her slip her fingers between her lips, wetting them with her tongue before they disappear out of view. She moans a little, shuffling to find a comfortable position, and I think maybe I should book those flights, anyway. The sooner I get to see her do this to herself, the better.
“How did it start?” I ask, trying to tone down my excitement.
“We chatted in the bar, and he seemed fun, so we kissed outside after everyone left.”
“Good kisser?”
“Good enough,” she laughs, and that pisses me off.
Kayla is hands down the best woman I’ve ever kissed. She deserves the best in return, not some average guy who doesn’t treat her right. Those kisses should have been mine, and I want them now.
“Then what happened?”
“He invited me back to his place, and I was horny, so I said yes.”
I’ve always loved that Kayla owns her sexual needs. When we’re together in the mountains, she loves to whisper things to me in inappropriate places, at times when we can’t do anything about it. If something is on her mind, she makes it known. That’s how the whole wishlist thing started, and my life is infinitely better for it.
“Did you suck his cock?”
“Ryan!” she scolds.
“What?” I laugh. “I’m invested now. I want to know everything.”
“Yes, I did.”
“You’re so good at that. I bet he loved it. On your knees, or on the bed?”
Her head rolls to one side, squeezing her eyes shut. “On my knees.”
“That lucky fucker.”
My fingers wrap around the base of my shaft, and I grip tightly, watching her face, wishing I could be there. A flash of a memory gives me an idea.
