Page 74 of Interference
“Nah. I want to go and keep an eye on the guys downstairs. Make sure they make it back to their room okay. Plus, I don’t want to hear what you and Emery talk about.”
“Thanks, man. You have been great through all of this.”
“No need to thank family, man,” he says as he walks out the door.
I get undressed until I’m in only my boxers, and then I call Emery on a video call. It takes a few rings before she answers.
“Hey. I thought you would be out celebrating,” she tells me in a sleepy tone.
“Nah. I wanted to talk to you. I woke you. Want me to let you go?”
She shakes her head, readjusting. That’s when the room comes into view.
I smile. “Are you in my room?”
She looks sheepish. “Cora brought me here. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Fuck no. My room is your room. You can live there. Stay as long as you want,” I tell her.
She laughs. “Don’t go crazy now. I do like being surrounded by your smell when you aren’t here. I’m almost able to imagine that you are here with me.”
“Oh yeah. Would we be cuddling?” I ask her.
She gives me the sexiest smile as she shakes her head. “No. You’d be between my legs.”
I swallow hard. I was not anticipating that coming from her mouth. Emery has a mouth on her when she gets horny now. It must be the pregnancy hormones.
I fucking love it.
“Show me, buttercup. Show me how wet you are.”
I expected her to swipe her finger through her pussy and show me, but not my girl. She goes all in.
My cock hardens as she flips on the lamp on my nightstand. She leans forward and props the phone up on the blankets, then spreads her legs. Underneath my old band T-shirt, she is bare, showing me her slick folds.
I groan. “Baby, you look so fucking appetizing. I wish I was there to eat you out right now.”
Her fingers spread her lips, showing me where I wish I was at this moment.
“Tell me what you would do, Brett.” Her tone is husky.
I know I can’t deny a single thing this woman wants.
Pulling my cock out, I start to stroke it. “I would lick you from asshole to clit, making sure you feel nothing but pleasure from my touch. You would shiver that way you do when you get turned on, as if your body has no idea how to regulate the feelings I invoke inside of you. I’d press two fingers up inside of you while I continue to eat you slowly.”
As I speak, I watch as her fingers slide inside of her, thrusting as she starts to pant.
“That’s it, baby. My fingers are thrusting inside of you. They are making you feel good. Stop,” I tell her suddenly.
She freezes, and I smile, loving the control I have over her.
“Again,” I tell her, watching her fingers start to move.
“More. I need more,” she whimpers.
“Shhh, I’m going to make you feel good,” I tell her. “Keep thrusting, but this time pull your middle finger out. Use your wetness to circle your ass. That’s it, just like that.”
She does as I ask, moaning at the feeling.
