Page 114 of Hot Mess Express
“It’s that no matter what the heck mood I’m in when I first pick up your call, I know without a doubt you’ll slide right into sexy times with me the second either of us instigates it, and then everythin’ is just plain better.”
He seems to slow down, his arm relaxing. “You’re right.Guess I never noticed.”
“You’re in sync with me, Bridger, whether you know it or not. Got you twisted ‘round my finger like putty.” I stop jerking to lift a finger at the phone, wiggling it. “Right around this, right here.”
“I can think of a few things to do with that finger.”
“Can you now?”
“Five things, actually. They all involve your cute butt.”
I give my finger an enticing lick. “This drivin’ you crazy? Bet you miss my cute butt more than you miss me.”
“Careful. I’m about five seconds from fucking a hole into my damned phone.”
“Want me to put this someplace?” I wrap my lips around my whole finger, sucking on it. Bridger watches with unblinking eyes. My finger pops out of my mouth. “Losin’ your mind yet?”
“You damned devil.”
“Where do you want me to put it?”
“Bad, bad boy.”
“Now that you got a taste of me, sounds like the stiff, uptight, rule-abidin’ military man I met is long gone. Whoever you are now is ready to snatch the first ticket to Sprucetonight.”
“When I’m down there again, you won’t need any of those fingers doing the job I’m more than equipped to do myself.”
I suck on my finger again. “Yeah?” I murmur around it, in and out, slowly, sensuously, taunting him. “Got somethin’ else in mind you want me to slip into my butt?”
“You’re gonna regret working me up this much.”
“Oh, I don’t think I will.”
“Second I see you again, I’m gonna tear you up.”
I pull my finger out and wink at him. “I’m countin’ on it.”
The whole screen starts shaking. He’s right back at it, jerking off now with more strength than before, losing control. He starts grunting, too, his breaths coming out in puffs.
“Go ahead then,” he grunts.
I lift my eyebrows. “You want me to slide it in?”
“Yeah, do it.”
“Right now?” I give my finger a teasing lick, showing Bridger all of my tongue. “How bad you want me to?”
“Stop toying with me, Anthony.”
“Love when you growl my name like that.”
“Stick that finger inside you. It’s my finger now.”
“That so?”
“Stick that finger deep inside you, as deep as it’ll go.”
After one last teasing lick, I drop my finger to my ass, keeping my eyes glued on Bridger’s. The moment it touches my hole, I let out a gasp. “Oh, man, that feels good …”
