Page 64 of Run For Me
JT:I’m so hard right now.
JT:I need to get off.
My heart pounds harder with each text I read. There is only one more, and I realize my homework is going to have to wait.
JT:Can I call you?
Me:Yes.
My phone rings immediately.
“Hi,” I say softly.
“How is it possible that you’re hot, sweet, as fucked up as I am, and have a beautiful pussy?”
I laugh quietly. “I don’t have an answer for that.”
“Guess I don’t really need one. Are you touching yourself?”
“No,” I answer, biting on my bottom lip.
“Why not?”
“Because you didn’t tell me too.”
“Good fucking answer,” he growls, and I hear something going on in the background. Like maybe he’s moving around, getting on the bed or something? “Are you in your room?”
“On the couch.”
“Friday is too far away,” he complains.
“You’re telling me.”
I lie back, getting comfortable, before shoving my pants down and kicking them off.
“I want to hear you moan,” he says. “Play with your pretty little clit. Make yourself feel good since I can’t.”
“Okay,” I say, doing as he said. I’m already keyed up, soaking wet and needy. I shiver as I tease my clit, pressing my finger down and gathering my arousal to spread it around with two fingers.
“I have an idea,” he says before the phone rings with the other tone, telling me he’s switching the call to a video call.
I answer, knowing what I’m going to see. But even that doesn’t prepare me for it.
My phone screen fills with his dick. Long, thick, so very hard. Glistening with lube, and his hand wrapped around it, stroking lazily.
“In just a few days, this will be inside you,” he says. My lips part and I rub my clit faster. “It’s all yours, little dove. Every inch of it.”
Oh my god…
A moan escapes me as I shift the phone and keep touching myself.
“Just thinking about you touching yourself has me ready to explode. Tell me, Sailor, if you were with me right now, would you lick up every drop of my cum?”
“Yes,” I answer quickly, even though I don’t know what I’m agreeing to. How much is there? What does it taste like?
“Would you let me fuck your mouth until I blew my load down your throat?”
“Oh, my—yes!”
