Page 138 of Wrong Pucking Player

Fuck.

I just masturbated on FaceTime with Armani.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Armani breathes, grabbing my attention.

He’s still breathless like I am, his eyes half open and almost dazed. I wonder if his climax was as intense as mine. I haven’t ever come from my fingers like that with that level of intensity.

I’d love to experience that again.

“We’d… fuck here?” I wonder.

“Wherever you want, Kenzie,” he whispers.

Wherever I want.

Just another reminder of all the options he gives me.

The freedom to choose.

The knock on the door startles me, but I manage to get up and quickly wiggle my body back into the massive jersey.

“Coming,” I call out before realizing my fingers are still cloaked in cum. “Uh…”

“Just lick them, Kenzie,” Armani dares to say.

I pause in my panic to run to the sink to stare at my phone.

There’s that glimpse of calm in Armani’s hazelnut eyes, even though his face is more flushed than usual.

He’s right.

I can lick them…

No one would know.

Just us…

So, I do exactly what he says.

Slowly. Seductively. Knowing he’s watching every movement as I inch my lips down to the base of my two fingers and slowly suck upward until they plop out of my mouth.

“If you don’t do that to my cock, Andrews…”

That makes me smile while I fight off a giggle because he sounds impatient.

“If you follow orders, maybe I’ll reward you,” I quietly tease him and watch his expression turn into a scowl.

Okay.

I have to laugh.

“I could get used to that face of yours, Armani,” I quietly comment as I’m at the door.

Opening it, I’m stunned to see Wyatt standing there.

Looking emotionless as ever.

“Wyatt?” I’m confused why he’s here, but then again, I swear Armani said he’d gone to do something. I can’t even remember what that was. “What are you doing back?”

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