Page 39 of Ryder
She sighed. “Go back into the room.”
I glanced around again. “The only way you’d know I’m not in there is if you’re watching me, darlin’. Where are you?”
“The phone was taped to your bike, silly boy. That’s how I know you’re outside.”
Fuck. But she must be nearby to be able to get it there, and to know to ring it when I stood beside it.
“I think you’re bullshitting me. You wanna see my cock? I’ll get it out right here.”
She made a low moaning sound.
“I want you to go back in that room, and stroke your cock while you talk to me. I want us to get off, while we can hear each other’s voices.”
“Well, unfortunately I prefer my sex in person, darlin’, oh andconscious. So it seems we don’t agree on this shit.”
“I’m touching myself already. You’re the only one not getting satisfaction from this call,” she whispered, and something inside me weakened. I got back off my bike, and strolled back into that room. The room where she did what she did. To me. And now… now I was in there again, with a rock hard cock, and her in my ear.
I closed the door and leaned against it, rubbing my hand over the front of my jeans. Jesus. Just the fact that my cock was working again had taken a huge weight off my shoulders.
“Are you jerking yourself off?” She whispered, and I snorted.
“Shoulda left your cameras up, sweetheart. You’d have been able to watch.”
She was cursing under her breath, and I liked it. I liked to hear her frustration, when things didn’t go the way she wanted them. I unzipped my jeans, popping the button, and slid my handinside, easing my cock free of my underwear. Yeah, I wear that stuff now thanks to her.All the damn time.
Jesus, it was like steel. I was pretty sure if I blew my load right now, I’d paint the fucking walls with my cum.
I wrapped my hand around it, and uttered a low moan, because it felt fucking good.
“Yes… stroke yourself for me. Picture me being the one touching you.”
“With the plum coloured nails,” I muttered, and she laughed.
“Yes. I mean, not now, but I did! You remembered me!”
“Shut up about that night. Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.” If I’m letting this bitch do this, then I need to do it my way.
She’d moaned again at my tone, then I heard her make a hissing sound.
“I’m sliding my fingers inside my pussy, and I’m teasing my clit. Your voice is very sexy. It’s making me want your cock again.”
I groaned, my cock jerking in my hand. It shouldn’t be turning me on. It shouldn’t be making me hard. It shouldn’t be having any effect on me. She shouldn’t. She was the one who broke me in the first place.
“Tell me how hard you are. Is your cock jerking in your hand? Are you stroking him good? I stroked him for you. I ran my hand over his silken head, and I sucked him deep inside me. I can still remember your taste. I wish I could taste you now.”
My cock was already pulsing in my hand. I was way too close already.
“You know exactly where I am right now, woman. All you need to do is come in here, and I’ll rail you so fucking hard, we’ll break what’s left of this bed. You’ll feel me for days.”
She made another moaning sound.
“My god… I’m so close. I’ve been thinking about you all the time. Wanting to see you again, wanting to feel you again. This isn’t enough. I want you deep inside me again.”
I let out a curse, as my cock suddenly went off, spurting way too much fucking cum all over my hand, and the front of my jeans.
“Bastard,” I muttered, thankful for the door I was leaning against, because my legs felt shaky after that. My heart was racing, and all I could think was, thank fuck for that. I jerked off and I fucking came;and it wasn’t broken, after all.
“Was it good for you, baby?” She suddenly whispered, and I felt a shudder run through me. It had been hot as fuck, and I blew fucking hard, and like I thought, there was way too much cum after me storing it up for damn near two weeks. But now I felt dirty.Cheap.
