Page 80 of Saddles

“No. I enjoy thinking about you.” Her tone drops to a husky whisper. “I mean, it’s hard not to, here in your bed, hugging your pillow and pretending it’s you.”

My cock twitches imagining her stretched out with the pale round dimples of her ass poking up into the air.

I’d bury my face there and die happy.

Falling back onto my mattress, I close my eyes to picture her more clearly. “Tell me, what can I do to take your mind off of everything?”

“Mmm, well, remember that last night I was there?” Rustling tells me she’s shifting.

“I’ll never forget it.” Neither will my poor dick. It ached for hours afterwards.

“That would be a good start. But I want more, Ford. I want you to make new memories all over me.” There’s a panting lilt to her words. “I want you to erase the nightmares with your touch.”

Fuck, I’m so stiff I have to unzip my jeans to free myself.

“April, I’d give anything to be there right now. I would kiss every inch of your skin until all you’ll ever know is the feel of my lips.” My palm wraps around my throbbing cock. I squeeze hard enough the barbells on my shaft dig into my fingers in a losing effort to not come.

She has a spell on me. Every time I think of her, it’s as if I fall into a hazy cloud of addiction…I shouldn’t want her as badly as I do.

There’s a piece of me fighting this need, knowing I shouldn’t hold her back.

But the part of me wanting to do anything it takes to keep her is growing, silencing my inner protests.

The taste of her I stole, that sweet narcotic that has plagued my thoughts, it’s almost as if it’s dancing on my tongue again.

Teasing me.

Tempting me.

Luring me.

“Where would you start?” A breathy moan lingers through her words.

I can’t stop the groan that escapes as I picture her mouth, wet and inviting. “I’d kiss you like I haven’t seen you in a year. Then I’d work my way down your neck, savoring every sound you’dmake—”

Her sharp inhale makes my nuts contract.

Fuck, I know what she’s doing.

“Tell me where your fingers are,” I choke through the gravel filling my throat.

All I can think of is how she’s the only one who can slake my thirst.

“Where I want you to be,” she murmurs. “I’m so wet I can hardly feel myself. I wish you were here…” Her whine rattles though me, sending sparks in a firefight down into my leaking cock.

The bead of pre-cum that I roll over my sensitive tip with my thumb is nothing compared to how soaked I know she can be.

“Faster, frosty. Flick that hard little clit like it’s my tongue down there lapping you up.” My own palm works up and down over the barbells, matching the rhythm of her rapid pants.

“F-Ford…I’m…oh my god.” Her cries are enough to send me over the edge, spilling over my fingers and onto my bare belly.

Twice today I’ve made a mess thinking of her.

I haven’t jacked off this much in years.

It takes a moment before I can get my breathing back to normal.

“Get some rest. I promise you won’t be sleeping once I get there.” I grab a wad of paper towels and wipe myself off.

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