Page 24 of The Rivals' Touch

“Now, one more finger.”

My hips rise off the bed, and my heels slide on the sheet as I work a second finger inside my tight, wet heat. “It feels so good!”

“I know, babe.”

His deep grunts spur me on, and I bite down on my bottom lip to suppress another moan while watching him work his big cock.

“I want to lick your nipples,” he grunts, swiping his thumb over a bead of precum.

I whimper, my breaths coming quicker.

“Shit!” he curses, and white strings of cum cover his hand and lower belly.

Not far behind, I pull my fingers out and rub my clit hard and fast until my core clenches. Every muscle in my body stiffens, and my mouth parts as pleasure floods through me.

“Bennett!” I moan; my chest shakes with aftershocks. When my breathing finally returns to normal, I blink my eyes open and bring my fingers to my lips. I make a show of licking them clean, and he groans longingly again and fists his hardening dick.

“Nu-uh, babe!” I grin, shaking my head. “If you want more, then you have to come here.”

He squeezes his length, and a slow smile unfurls on his lips. “You’re cruel!”

I watch him pleasure himself.

“Do you know how often I jerk off to the thought of you?”

“Tell me.”

“Too often.”

“I touch myself too,” I admit.

He jerks himself hard and fast. “Yeah?”

I nod, my eyes on his hard dick as I wet my lips. “I fantasize that you climb in through my window late at night and fuck me on my dresser.”

“What else?” he grunts.

“I’m loud, so you put your hand over my mouth.”

“Fuck!” His muscles strain, reminding me of the countless times I’ve run my lips over his skin and traced his rippling abs with my tongue.

“I love you!” I whisper when he comes, but he’s too lost to hear me.

It’s been one day, and I already miss him so much it hurts. I don’t even know when I’ll be able to see him next now that the basketball season is in full swing.

“Are you okay?” he asks after drying his hand on a discarded t-shirt he grabbed off the floor.

I drag in a shaky breath and attempt a smile. “I just miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too.” There’s a knock on his door. “Look, I have to go. I’ll phone you tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure. I love you!”

“Love you too.”

The call disconnects, and I stare at his smiling profile picture on my phone for a moment before placing it down on my bed and rolling over on my side. The wind is picking up outside. A tree branch hits my window intermittently as the shadows grow taller and night becomes morning.

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