Page 48 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

The way she fit in his arms, the way she welcomed him deep inside her, the way she arched her back, thrusting those perfect tits of hers in his face. If she’d been naked, he would have sucked on them. Pulled one delicious nipple into his mouth and sucked hard until she squirmed against him.

His phone rang, and he glanced down at it, planning to ignore it, until he saw the name.

Izabel.

He groaned but released his dick to answer it.

“Iz,” he said, realising too late he sounded breathless. “Are you alone?”

“Yes. Luke just popped out to get some food. He’ll be gone about ten minutes.”

Not enough time for them to finish what they started in person.

“I changed your name. Why did you ask me to do that?”

“So when I message you, if your phone is lying around and Luke sees it, he won’t seemyname.”

“You’re going to message me?” she asked coyly.

“Yeah, Iz. I’m going to message you.”

There was a pause, just the sound of Izabel’s breathing. He wanted to reach for his cock, stroke it to the sound of her voice, but realised that was pretty skeevy of him.

“What did you need, sweetheart?”

“I just wanted to check everything was ... well, what happened was ... Jeez, I don’t know, Matt. I guess I needed to know if it ... meant something. That it wasn’t a momentary slip. That you weren’t going to go back to ignoring me.”

Matt pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I think we just proved I couldn’t ignore you if I tried. I see you for the first time in over a week and practically fucked you against your brother’s wall. I think that speaks volumes.”

“For the record, I really enjoyed you practically fucking me against my brother’s wall.”

“Stop,” Matt groaned. “Do you realise how painfully hard my dick is right now?”

“I wish I could come take care of that for you.”

“Not helping, Iz.”

“I could help. Over the phone. You know, if you wanted me to ...”

Matt grabbed his dick again and began to stroke. “I was just taking care of it when you phoned. Talk to me, Iz. Help me get off. Tell me what you’d do to my cock if you were here.”

“Where are you?”

“Living room. Sofa.”

“Hmm. Well, I’d walk over to you and strip down to my underwear. What colour do you like best?”

“Black.” The image of Izabel in black lace, a thong so he could check out her arse, and one of those bras that only had a half a cup so he could just see her nipples sprung to mind.

“Well, I’d drop to my knees in front of you and crawl until I was right between your thighs. Is my hair up, or down?”

“Down. It’s always down when I think of you.” He increased the speed of his strokes, dancing the beautiful line between wanting to prolong the pleasure and needing the release. He opened his knees a little wider to give the imaginary Izabel more room to work.

“I’ll remember that. I’d slide my hands along your thighs. Wait, did you just unzip your jeans, or push them down?”

“Unzipped,” he groaned.

“Push them down a little further. I’m going to want to reach all of you.”

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