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“I can’t wait to be with you again next week,” Hayes says huskily. “Can’t wait to wrap you up in my arms and hold you tight.”
His words take my breath away and a wicked idea comes to mind.
“Tell me, Hayes, what would you do if you were here with me right now?”
Something changes in his expression on the screen, and I can tell that already he’s enjoying this immensely. His eyes have dilated a bit, but that smirk has remained on his lips.
“Well, if you really want to know. First, I’d lay you down on that bed, flat on your back, and kiss you desperately, untilyou can’t think of anything but me.” My breath catches in my throat and my chest tightens. Hayes’s eyes fall to my lips and he continues. “Then I’d move from your lips, down to your neck, finding all those small places that take your breath away. Would you like that, Jersey?”
I roll my lips together and nod.
“Are you wet for me right now?”
I squeeze my thighs together and my core clenches. “Maybe,” I say lightly. “Might need to work a little harder for it, though, MVP.”
His expression turns devious with the challenge. “If I were with you right now, I wouldn’t waste any more time. I’d slide that skimpy little tank top over your head. I’d need to get a taste of those perky little tits.” He sucks in a breath, eyes darkening again. “Will you do that for me now, baby?”
My stomach swirls with a mix of trepidation and excitement. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m finding that Iwantto. I want to see where he’ll take this. He’s so easily taken control of this call. I wonder if he’d talk dirty when I see him—maybe if I initiated it.
Propping my phone on some pillows, I rise back on my knees and reach for the hem of my tank, pulling it up over my head and tossing it to the floor. My nipples pebble right away against the cool air.
Hayes groans on the phone, eyes glued to me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I fight off a bashful smile. Even through the screen, I love having Hayes’s eyes on me and hearing his praise for my body. He makes me feel desirable and sexy.
“Touch them for me, baby. Let me see you play with those pretty nipples.”
Still on my knees, I sit back on my haunches, trailing my hands up my thighs, along the curves of my torso, then up tomy breasts. I cup them for a moment, closing my eyes and pretending that my hands are Hayes’s bigger, rougher hands. When I move to my nipples, Hayes groans on his side of the call as he watches me run my fingers over my sensitive peaks.
I manage to pry my eyes open, searching for his reaction.
The arm that was rested above his head has moved to his side, and his eyes are hooded as he watches me play with myself.
“Are you touching yourself too?” I ask him, surprised when my voice comes out breathy and seductive.
His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. “How could I not be when you’re there looking likethat?” He nearly growls and it sends need straight to my core. I’m soaking wet for him, and all I can imagine is that tongue sliding across my body.
I reach for my phone and reposition it so I can lie back against my pillows, too. Before I lie down, I shimmy out of my bottoms so I’m completely naked, then fall back on the bed and spread my legs. From the positioning of my phone, Hayes can seealmosteverything. What he can’t see on the screen he can use his imagination for—which I have no doubt is fully functioning right now.
“I bet you’re wet now, aren’t you, baby?”
“Soaked,” I admit as I run my fingers through my folds, slickness coating my fingers.
Hayes swears and grunts. “Damn. This is the hottest fucking thing ever. Keep touching yourself, Jersey. Don’t stop. But don’t come until I say so.”
“I kind if like it when you’re a little bossy.”
“Yeah?” a wicked smirk appears on his face.
I nod and bite my lower lip as I do as he says, sliding my fingers across my pussy and finding my clit. I give it a few determined rubs, desire ricocheting up my spine. My pussy clenches and I need something inside of me.
I wish Hayes were here... but my fingers will have to do.
Opening my eyes, I watch Hayes work his body. His attention is rapt on me, eyes never wavering from what I’m doing on the other end of the call. His shoulder rises and falls, rhythmically.
The thought of Hayes touching himself at the sight of me sends my mind whirling. I can’t help the moan that escapes my parted lips as I finger myself, searching to ease the ache that’s consuming me from the inside out.
“Damn,” he mutters and then grunts again.
