Page 87 of Crush
“You … you could?” I asked gravely.
“Yes.”
Damn.
“So what'd you do with it?”
I groaned. This was the part of the night where I blew it with Brynn,again,all on account of being a giant perv. Silently, I cursed Radar's name for ever putting the idea of panties in my head in the first place.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes!”
“That night, I put your underwear back in my pocket.”
She folded her arms. “And what did youdowith it after that? And where is it now?”
I went over to my suitcase, unzipped the side pocket, and pulled out her clean and neatly folded thong. I gave it to her. “Here.”
She inspected it skeptically. “You took my panties with you …? To Tampa?”
“Yes.”
“For God's sake, why would you do that?”
“I guess I couldn't let it go. I couldn't stop thinking about what we'd done. I liked carrying your thong around in my pocket. It kept me thinking about you all day.”
“Is thatallyou did with them?” she asked, grinning. “And don't lie to me. I'll know.”
I shook my head. “No, that's not all.”
“Tell me, then!”
I sighed and pulled out my phone. Without letting her see, I scrolled to the bottom of the photo gallery until I found the picture—her black thong, balled up and resting on my abs, and dripping with rivulets of cum. I stared at the photo, my heart pounding, afraid to turn the screen around to show her what I'd done.
“Show me.” She gestured for the phone. “I showed youmyembarrassing photos.”
She had a point. “Fine.”
I turned the phone around. Her jaw dropped and her widened eyes feasted on the sinful photo.
“Shea!” she screamed. A twisted pleasure pulled the corners of her mouth up into a gleeful smile. “You came all over my panties? You aresodirty!”
“I know. I've never done anything like that before.” I shook my head in shame. “All I could think about that next day was you. How bad I wanted you. How close I came to having you. And then I was all alone in my hotel room and—well, you can see what happened. I couldn't help myself.”
“That is so …sowrong,” she panted. “Why did you take the picture?”
“I can't even say. I knew it was wrong to do. I felt guilty just looking at it. But at the same time? I thought it was really, really hot.”
Her eyes darkened. “You're right. It is really, really hot.”
Wha'?
Without another word, Brynn reached for my waist and unclasped my belt in a hurry. She yanked at my trousers and boxers until she had them both between my ankles.
“I want to suck your dick so bad.”
Her dainty hands wrapped around my thickening flesh. She tugged at my throbbing cock until it was as solid as steel in her fist.
