Page 130 of Need You to Choose Me

A minute goes by.

Nothing.

Thirty more seconds.

My heart speeds up as I quickly grab my clothes and start redressing. What if one of his teammates saw it? Would they know they’re mine? Well, probably. I’ve seen plenty of boobs in my day, mostly thanks to the creepy pictures that would come through on Sebastian’s phone. And porn. I’m not ashamed to admit it. Because of that, I know my boobs don’t look like most of the girls that Alex would probably be expected to be seen with.

Which means if one of his teammates did see them, they’d know they’re mine.

“Oh God,” I groan, sitting on the edge of my bed and biting down on my thumbnail.

Just as I type out another message to him, some panicked, half-ass apology or lame excuse, he’s calling me.

Swallowing, I swipe to answer. “Hi.”

Hi. Can I be any lamer?

“Touch yourself,” he says in a low voice.

My eyes pop open. “What?”

“I snuck out of the room and now I’m locked in the bathroom with my cock in my hand staring at your tits. Now I want you to touch yourself. Do it, Olive.”

Holy shit. “Seems unfair that you have a picture for reference,” I say breathlessly.

“Is that what you need, baby girl?” There’s humor melded into his husky tone, making me bite down on my bottom lip. “Look at your phone.”

Swallowing, I open our message thread and let out a shaky breath when I see the image of him taking up the screen.

I might orgasm just from looking at this.

Can dicks be beautiful? Because his is, especially the way his fingers can barely wrap around the girth of it in full. It reminds me of how full I always feel when it’s inside me. And the length…

Dear Baby Jesus in a Manger.

He doesn’t need to be here for me to be wet, which is a talent I’m sure his ego would love to know he has.

“Now,” he purrs through the phone, “get on your bed, open your legs, and play with that pretty pussy. I bet you’re soaking for me.”

My heart picks up as I listen to him, but I find myself doing exactly as he instructs. Laying back, I open my legs and let my hand wander between my thighs.

There’s no denying how wet I am. He’s always had an effect on me. Even when I barely knew him, it was like my body knew something before I did. That’s scary, no matter how good he’s made me feel.

How hekeepsmaking me feel.

“Where are your fingers right now? Are they on your clit? Are they inside of you? Tell me what you’re doing.”

I close my eyes and let my fingers stroke me, feeling the softest breath escape my lips when I brush my clit. “You first.”

He chuckles. “I’m stroking my cock right now, squeezing it and watching my precum drip down me. You want to know what I’m thinking? I’m thinking about how I’d be keeping your legs spread open as I fuck you. It’d be slow, hard, and deep. You’d be fucking begging me to go faster, but I wouldn’t. I’d set the pace, listening to your moans. They’re my favorite sound.”

I absorb every word as I play with myself, letting two of my fingers enter me as I use my thumb to circle the sensitive nerves above. My free hand strums my hardened nipples, stirring that familiar feeling in my gut that tells me my body is well on its way to a delicious orgasm.

“Then what?” I ask.

“I’d turn you around and put you on your hands and knees,” he says, a groan in his tone making my ears ring. “Then I’d use one of my fingers to play with your ass. You’d love it. You’d be begging me to take you. And I think you’d want me to fuck you there.”

I swallow hard. “Someone is cocky.”

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