Page 101 of When We Were Reckless
Are you home alone?
Quinn: Yes
I FaceTimed her, and she appeared on the screen with a smile on her face.
“What are you up to?” she asked, her gaze roaming over my bare chest.
“Just finished working out.”
“I wish I could lick you.” Her eyes widened, and she slapped her hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
I laughed. “If you were here, I’d let you lick me. All. Over. Like an ice cream cone.”
“Oh.” She licked her lips and let out a little moan that shot straight to my cock.
“Show me what you do when you’re alone.”
“You want me... to show you?” she asked, her voice breathy.
“Mmm hmm.” I didn’t think she would do it, but Quinn constantly surprised me. I loved that about her. “Put your phone somewhere, so you have your hands free, and I can see you.”
She thought about it for a moment, and then she walked her phone across her room and set it against something, checking that she was still on the screen when she returned to her bed and sat with her legs underneath her.
“Take off the T-shirt,” I commanded.
She slid it over her head and tossed it aside, licking her lips. I took a moment to appreciate the view of Quinn in a lilac bra and panties that matched her nail polish. She made pastels look sexy. The thin straps and lace looked so delicate against her suntanned skin, and I could see her nipples straining against the fabric, her milky white breasts spilling out of the cups.
“Take off your bra.”
She hesitated a moment, then reached behind her and unhooked it, slowly sliding one strap down her shoulder and then the other before she removed it and flung it across the room, exposing her tits to me.
I licked my lips, wishing they were wrapped around her nipple, sucking and biting the rosy peaks.
My cock swelled in my shorts, but I resisted the urge, theneed, to wrap my hand around it and squeeze. The longer I waited, the more the tension would build and build, making the payoff that much sweeter.
“Play with your tits.”
Quinn leaned forward a little bit and cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them together and squeezing.
“Are you imagining those are my hands? Squeezing your tits? Making your pussy clench.”
She panted, her lids at half-mast as she squeezed her tits in her hands. I stroked my cock a few times, just a light brush of my hand through the nylon, my stomach muscles contracting as the tension built up. I loved the sweet ache of holding off.
“Pinch your nipple between your fingers.” She did as I said, squeezing and twisting her nipple between her fingers, and let out a low moan, her jaw going slack.
Fuck. My dick strained against my shorts, tenting the fabric. Painfully hard and so ready.
“I bet you’re soaked, aren't you? I bet it’s dripping down your thighs.”
“Oh God, yes. I’m so wet for you,” she panted, moving her hands down her stomach, caressing it before one of her hands slipped under the waistband of her lace panties.
“Oh no, you don’t. You don’t get to do anything unless I can see it. Take them off.”
She disappeared for a moment and then reappeared on the screen, completely naked, pillows propping up her head and her knees bent, thighs open wide so I could see the pink glistening with her arousal.
It was all I could do not to say fuck it, I’m on my way over. But I wanted to see how this played out, and I was so turned on, my cock so stiff I couldn’t move from this bench right now if I wanted to.
“Slide two fingers inside,” I ordered.
