Page 109 of The Coach

I hesitate for only a second before lifting my phone, angling it just right. My skin is flushed, my thighs parted, the evidence of how badly I want him glistening under the dim light of my bedroom.

I snap the picture.

A rush of adrenaline surges through me as I hit send.

My phone buzzes.

Jackson: Jesus Christ, Ivy.

A shaky exhale leaves my lips.

Me: You like?

Jackson: I’m fucking obsessed. You’re so goddamn sexy.

The thought of him staring at my picture, stroking himself harder, sends another wave of heat crashing through me.

Me: I wish you were here.

Jackson: I’d have you pinned to the bed in seconds. My mouth between those sweet thighs, tasting how fucking perfect you are.

I moan softly, my fingers circling my clit, imagining his rough hands gripping my hips, his mouth hot against my skin, his voice in my ear.

Jackson: Tell me how it feels, baby.

Me: So good. I’m so close.

Jackson: That’s it. Let me hear you, Ivy. Come for me.

My back arches as the pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter. My toes curl, my breath stuttering.

Jackson: Be a good girl and let go.

That’s all it takes.

I press down the record button on a voice message while a sharp cry escapes me as the tension snaps, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. My whole body trembles, my fingers slowing as the pleasure pulses through me.

I hit send.

A few moments later, my phone vibrates again.

Jackson: Fuck, baby. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

I smile lazily, still breathless.

Me: Did you…?

Jackson: Not yet. Still hard as a rock

Me: Oh. Well…can I help?

Jackson: Any way you want to

I hesitate for only a second before tilting my phone downward, snapping a picture that’s just enough.

My full, swollen breasts spilling over the top of my bra, my skin still flushed from the orgasm he just gave me. A tease. But one that will drive him insane.

I hit send.

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