Page 40 of See You Next Winter
Her body tenses, hand working faster as her teeth sink into her lip. Her moans turn to whimpersand panting and shaking.
My eyes squeeze shut and I’m right there, at the foot of her bed, cock in hand, watching her fuck herself. Witnessing her pleasure in its rawest form. White hot pressure shoots from the base of my spine and then I feel it, hot and sticky, covering my stomach.
I want to be there. Want to cover her in cum, spread it around, make a big fucking mess, then take my time cleaning her up. I want to taste her, worship her, devour her.
I want her.
I love her.
Her.
Her.
Her.
Chapter 30
Kayla
Weeks later, I’m stillthinking about how heated things got the last time Ryan and I spoke. The memory has me zoning out in the middle of thesupermarché, or clutching the edge of the kitchen counter, or having to go back to bed for a swift midday orgasm.
Listening to Ryan ask me questions about someone else while I touched myself was insanely hot. Somehow even better than the sex itself, and I haven’t been able to stop wondering what he’s like with other people. I don’t care if it’s messed up. We’ve never been normal when it comes to this stuff.
Seducing him is so easy when we’re together in person, one of my favourite games, in fact. All I have to do is pout my lips and flutter my eyelashes at him and he knows what I want.
If that doesn’t get the message across, hooking a finger behind his belt buckle does the trick. All methods I can’t deploy while he’s at the other end of the phone and not here in my bedroom.
Asking for sex in person is one thing, when I know the answer will be yes, but asking him to get me off over the phone is quite another.
“Ryan…” I try to drop my voice and make it sound seductive, but I probably sound tired more than anything.
It’s late here, just after lunch in California, and I’ve been looking forward to our call ever since we discovered he’d have a free afternoon this weekend.
He’s been surfing with Cameron this morning, but now he’s home alone, chilling on his sofa and eating a burrito he picked up on the way back. It’s the kind of casual afternoon I picture us spending together, even if there are limited options for Mexican food in my remote part of the world.
Maybe it’s something we’d learn to cook together. I’d get really good at making salsas, he’d order special seasonings online, and we’d walk through town hand in hand on weekends to pick up our supplies.
“Yes, Bunny?” he says, swallowing his food and snapping me out of my fantasy. God, I wish I wouldn’t drift off into other worlds like that. It hurts too much to come back.
“I, um…” A fit of nervous giggles bubbles out of me, and on my phone screen, he breaks into a smile.
“What’s got you acting all shy?”
Those butterflies in my belly go wild. “I really need to come.”
He fakes a shocked gasp, eyes wide in scandal, but I can tell he loves it. “Oh, do you? Why’s that then?”
I’m already in bed, snuggled underneath the covers, so I sit up a little, lowering the camera angle so he can tell I’m not wearing anything.
“Been thinking about you all day. Excited to hear your voice.”
“Well, that makes two of us, sweetheart. What are you in the mood for?”
I sigh a little, twisting the end of one braid in my free hand. “Can you talk me through it, please?”
“You want me to tell you how to touch yourself, sweet girl?”
“I want you to tell me about your last hook up.”
