Page 89 of Wild About You
She does and switches the camera so I can see her face again. “Ride your hand, baby. Pretend it’s me.”
Her tits smash into the comforter, and her ass lifts and falls as she moves her hips against her fingers.
She moans and her lashes drop closed as she gets closer.
“When I get back, we aren’t going to leave my bed for days.”
Her moans get louder.
“You want that, baby? You want to ride my dick until you’re so sore you can’t walk?”
She cries out and I finally move my hand, squeezing myself as hard as her pussy would be if I were really inside her.
“Yes. Yes.” Her orgasm hits and her body stills, then she whimpers as she rolls her hips slower.
“Ah.” I grit my teeth as I come all over my hand and stomach.
She meets my gaze in the camera and then her eyes flutter closed, and a happy smile pulls her lips wide. “Wow. Why weren’t we doing that when we were doing long-distance the last time?”
“No fucking clue.” I turn on the shower and readjust the phone closer so I can still see and hear her while I get under the hot spray. “What’s your plan for the rest of the afternoon?”
“Nap, of course.” She curls up on her side. “What do you do before away games?”
“Mav and I usually hang in our room. We’re working our way through Keanu Reeves’ old flicks.”
We keep chatting while I shower. Piper stays curled up on the bed and I lather my entire body, including hair, with the hotel soap, which she makes fun of me for.
“It all works the same,” I insist, not for the first time, as I turn off the shower. “And at least I’m wearing clean clothes.”
She laughs and then yawns.
Maverick is on his bed, holding his phone out in front of him just like I am, and I catch his wife Dakota’s voice.
“Hey, Kota,” I say to her as I grab a pair of clean sweatpants from my bag.
“Hey, Tyler.”
Maverick hits play on the movie. Today’s pick isThe Replacements.
“Do you need to go for Keanu?” Piper asks.
“Nah, Mav stays on the phone the whole time we watch, but if you want to nap, that’s cool.”
“I can talk a little longer.” She sits up. “Actually, a movie sounds good.”
I fall onto my bed, and Piper goes downstairs in the theater room and puts it on. I can hear the opening music just a few minutes behind us.
And that’s how I spend the next forty minutes before my alarm goes off.
“Good luck at the game,” she says.
I pull on a T-shirt and my shoes, then shoulder my bag. “You can finally nap.”
“Are you kidding? I’m too invested in this movie. Keanu was hot.” She smiles. “Plus, I have to get Everly soon.”
“Bye, baby. I—” The wordsI love youalmost tumble out, but I catch them in time to recover. “I’ll talk to you later.”
On the bus to the arena, I listen to music and get my head ready for the game. I’ve been playing fantastic, and I’d like to keep it that way. As we pull in and the bus comes to a slow stop, my phone vibrates with a text from Piper.
