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And he kept talking.
“I know you are,” he rasped, “because it’s all I’ve been thinking about. Because I just got out of the shower after stroking myself until I came, your name on my tongue, pretending it was your fingers around my cock, that you were working me until I exploded, that you took me deep and swallowed me?—”
I exploded.
The most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced.
Waves of pleasure blew through me with the force of a nuke, pulsing and twisting along my nerves until my body went limp, the cell slipping down to the mattress, my legs dropping open wide.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I returned to myself.
To Smitty’s rough voice talking to me.
“You took it, little bird, and you did good.”
My breath caught.
“And I can’t wait to see your face when you do that with me.”
“I should go,” I whispered.
“Don’t hide from me now, Kailey,” he murmured, “and don’t think for a fucking second that I’m not imagining your face right now, wishing that I was there. Don’t think that for a second I wasn’t doing the same thing twenty minutes ago. When I said your name was on my tongue, that I was imagining your hand gripping me as you sucked me deep?—”
My lungs hitched at the erotic image, another pulse of that all-encompassing pleasure flying through me.
“Don’t think for a second that my cock isn’t hard again, wishing that I could transport myself through the phone.”
“I—” A breath. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything,” he replied easily. “Just lay there and enjoy the afterglow.”
So, I did.
Until I summoned the energy to turn off my toy, to dislodge the Kindle digging into my shoulder.
“Do you want me to go?” Smitty asked then, his voice quiet and soft and languid.
“I…” I didn’t know what I wanted. “I…no,” I finally admitted.
A pause, and I could sense that the word had brought him pleasure.
And…I liked that.
Wanted to do more of it.
But then he said, his voice less sex god and more joking Smitty, “Are you really jerking it to Great British Bake-Off?”
And I decided that maybe I wouldn’t mind bringing him a little pain as well.
Thirteen
Smitty
I strolled through the hallway, the package in my hand crinkling, barely able to hold my grin back.
I’d gotten up at the crack of dawn after staying up way too late talking to Kailey the night before.
After—I had to be real there—getting off the phone with her, the clock showing two in the morning, and unable to sleep, so whacking off for the second time that evening…something I’d done again that morning in the shower.
