Page 10 of Crave

“You don't know them. They're strangers. They have no idea who you are. I just told them this would be with a friend of mine and she’s cute and nice.”

“I’mnice?”

“Well, nice enough. Trustworthy, is what I mean. And so are they. If you want this, it won't go wrong. It'll go the way you want it to.”

I close my eyes. “Why are you doing this for me?”

“Your birthday's coming up.”

“Not for three weeks.” I’m surprised he remembers. I haven't said anything about it.

“Okay, it's your birthday month. Happy April.”

I laugh. Suddenly, I feel lighter and happier than I have in awhile during this long college semester. A birthday present. Why not?

“How many, Damian?” My voice drops into a flirty tone. No, more raspy than flirty. Sex voice. It’s not on purpose, it’s just happening.

“Five.”

“Including you?”

I hear his breathing change.

“Including me.” His voice deepens.

He’s aroused, and at the sound of his desire, my body responds. I stretch out on my bed, watching my reflection as I lift my T-shirt above my breasts.

“You want me to suck your cock?” I cup one breast, playing with it.

He inhales sharply. “Yes.”

“It would feel so good, wouldn't it?” I slip my hand into the waistband of my leggings. “I’d take my time with you.”

“I know you would.”

“And I'd tease.” My fingers slide into my panties, and I gasp when they meet my pussy. Fuck, so wet. So hot.

“I don't doubt it.” His tone drops to a whisper. “Are you touching yourself?”

I tense up. He’s not supposed to take control. But my pussy tightens around my fingers.

“Mmm-hmmmm,” I murmur.

He lets out a low moan, like he doesn’t mean to, but it slipped out.

“I’m playing with my pussy, Damian. You’re getting me sooooo wet. I’m thinking about driving you crazy.”

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“It would be so muchfunto see you naked.” God, I’m trying to hold the reins, but I’m getting hungry for the sight of his body. He groans. “It would be even more fun to lick you while I’m touching your friends.” His breath speeds up. “And it would be the most fun for your friends to watch —” I circle my clit faster, my thighs quivering — “when you spurt your cum in my mouth.”

“Jesus, Alana!”

I drink in the sounds of him climaxing as I arch off the bed, meeting my own hand, plunging my fingers into my pussy. I’m so close, burning with excitement, but I’m not going to let myself come on the phone. I’ll wait till I’m alone.

His groans are the sweetest music to my ears. I picture his hard stomach, streaked with cum, and his dick gripped in his fist. Finally, all I hear is his breath.

“I’ll think about it, Damian.”

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