Page 34 of Cocky Jerk

Instead of typing out a response, I tap on her contact info and hit the FaceTime icon. Fuck this texting nonsense. If she’s eating, she’s moaning and I don’t want to just hear it, I want to experience it. I want to watch her face distort with pleasure and not that fake nonsense she pulled at the station either. I want to see her eyes roll behind her head and hear her beg for more. You know…to torture myself.

“Hold on,” she says as she answers the call. There’s a whole lot of camera shaking before her face finally appears on my screen and when it does, she quickly covers her mouth with her hand. “You weren’t supposed to call,” she says, mid-chew.

“Yeah, well, I’m not much of a dirty texter and things are about to get dirty as fuck.” I tip my chin toward the screen. “Move your hand, I want to see your mouth.”

Her eyes light up as she continues to chew and slowly lowers her hand from her mouth.

“That your first bite?”

She nods just before her eyelids start to close.

Here it comes.

The fucking sound I’ve been waiting to hear.

I sit up as she swallows, and I swear my fucking dick swells in anticipation—a sure sign I need to get laid. It’s probably a good thing we left Luigi’s, there was no way we were making it to the bathroom. I would’ve thrown her on top of the table and given the poor old man a hard attack.

Her eyes pop open and she shrugs noncommittally.

“It’s good,” she says finally. “I’ve had better.”

Better, my ass.

She’s full of shit.

“Take another bite,” I growl, reaching for my beer with my free hand. I bring it to my lips and take a long pull as she sighs and places the phone down, giving me an aerial shot of her ceiling. A second later her face reappears.

“I had to prop the phone on something so you could see me.”

She lifts the sandwich to her lips and the sight of her mouth widening hits me just as hard as the initial picture she sent. My fingers tighten around the beer, and I bite back a groan as she takes a huge bite. Dropping the sandwich onto the foil wrapper, she meets my gaze and chews.

Three…two…

A moan sounds from the back of her throat. Raspy and full of pleasure, totally worth the torture.

“You win,” she says, licking her lips.

“If that was true, I’d be the one licking my lips.”

Her brows furrow as I lean against the back of the sofa and take another pull from my beer.

“You didn’t eat yours yet?”

I lower the bottle an inch and stare at her through the phone.

“I’m talking about eating you, Antonia, fuck the sandwich.”

Her eyes widen for a split second before she quickly looks away, but there’s no mistaking the tint to her cheeks. Satisfaction fills me before I press her.

“What?” I press. “Too bold?”

Tucking her hair behind her ears, a grin toys on her lips as she brings her eyes back to me.

“I can’t figure you out, Pirelli,” she says with a sigh, the smile still in place. “Are you a good guy or just another pig?”

“Is this a cop joke?”

“No, I’m serious. One minute you’re sending me fruit—”

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