Page 45 of The Exception

Silence met me. Was the conversation over? My phone buzzed and I pulled it away from my ear to read the text.

Which contained a stunning close-up view of Kandace’s bare breasts, including the little heart on the left one. The text itself saidearn the next one.

I grinned. Reasonable request. “If I was with you right now, I’d take my time. Exploring every inch of your breasts. Playing with those big, pink nipples until they were swollen and puffy. Pinching. Biting. Making you squirm. Fuck, I can’t do this.”

“Do what?” Kandace’s disappointment was nearly tangible.

“I’m taking out my cock. I can’t keep it locked away during this.”

“Show me.” The way she turned my own words back on me, the challenge in her voice as I wrapped my hand around my shaft, made my entire body shudder.

I liked this so fucking much. I’d never sent a dick pic in my life—talk about tacky—but tonight… I fisted my cock, clicked a picture, and hitSend.

“I’d have so much fun wrapping my lips around you,” Kandace said a moment later.

A fresh memory flashed in my mind, of how Austin felt, kneeling at my feet,apologizing. Was this a mistake? No. Because I liked the memory, and Kandace was in my head too.

Though, Ionlywanted to think about her. “You come first.” I gripped my shaft loosely, but didn’t stroke. My light touches combined with the images of her hand replacing mine, were enough teasing for now. “When you’re begging for more, I’d lick down your body. Since this is fantasy, we’re already naked.”

“Good. Clothes get in the way.”

“I’d bury my tongue inside you and let you ride my face. You taste incredible, and I’d dine down there for so long, fingering your clit until you came on my tongue again and again.” I tried to keep from stroking myself too fast.

But the way Kandace’s breathing came in short pants had me aching for more.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.

“Yes, but it’s not the same as having you do it.”

My phone buzzed again, and this time she was sending me video of her fingers buried in her slick, wet pussy. I could hear every gasp, and combined with the visual…

“God, I can’t forget how good you taste,” I groaned out the words. “Make yourself come for me. I need to hear it.”

Kandace’s gasps grew louder, and I stroked myself harder as she fingered her swollen clit. The angle of the camera was wrong. The lighting was wrong. I didn’t care. Seeing her clench as she got closer—

The camera angle changed abruptly, and I was looking at a ceiling. It didn’t matter. I could still hear Kandace gasping. Whimpering. Crying out when she climaxed.

The noises, the teasing built, it all came together and I came too, covering my hand and halfway up my stomach. I was grunting, and only barely aware that I wasn’t alone in the house and shouldn’t get too loud.

For a moment only silence and the sounds of our breathing filled the room. And then Kandace’s giggle came through the phone.

“If I was there right now, I’d be kissing you so hard.” If I couldn’t cuddle, at least I could offer this. “Letting you taste yourself on my lips. On my fingers. Lick your fingers for me.”

“No.” Her answer caught me off-guard.

“Why not?”

“Not until you’re actually here.”

Fuck me. How was this so intensely incredible? “Then next time we do this, it’s in person. Next time, you’re not giving yourself any orgasms. That’s my job.”

Her laugh was back. “If you insist.”

“I do. I want to see you Friday night.”

“That’s so far away. Waiting will be so hard.” She exaggerated half the words.

I was about to find out just how hard. It would be worth it, though. “Think of me until then. No touching yourself, though.”

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