“Of course.”
“Is your cock hard?”
Logan releases a breath and turns the question around on me. “Is your pussy wet?”
“Dripping.”
He groans into the phone. “Fuck, baby. I wish I had you riding my face right now so I could taste all that sweetness. And for the record, I’m rock fucking hard.”
I picture Logan in the garage, his hand in his ripped jeans as he jacks his cock. “I wish I could see you.”
“Strip. I want you naked, lying on the bed, legs spread so you can bury your fingers deep in that sweet pussy. I want to hear you make yourself come as I tell you how fucking sexy you are.”
I put the phone on speaker and drop it on the bed so I can peel off my jeans, shirt, panties, and bra. After tearing the duvet off the bed, I move the phone up higher and prop myself up on a pillow.
“If you could see me right now, you’d know that I’m doing exactly that.” My fingers trail down my body to slide through my wetness.
Normally, if I were doing this without a phone audience, I’d tease myself more, but with Logan’s words echoing in my head, there’s no need.
His low growl comes through the phone at the same time as my index finger circles my clit. I plunge two fingers inside.
“How tight are you?”
“So tight, but I want more.”
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you bring one of your toys with you?”
“I never leave home without one.”
“Go get it.”
I pop off the bed, eager to follow his orders because I need this orgasm more than I need vodka. And that’s saying a lot.
Once I’ve retrieved a prototype from my bag, I return to the bed and the phone. “I’m ready.”
“Lay back down, spread your legs, and tease yourself.”
“Are you jacking yourself off right now, Logan? I need a visual.”
“I’m strangling my cock with my fist, but it’s nothing compared to how hard your pussy grips me when you come.”
I moan, loving his dirty words.
“That’s right, baby. Tease that pussy, because you’re going to fuck it and we’re gonna come at the same time. I want the whole fucking city of New York to hear you scream my name.”
I writhe on the bed, the vibrations of the toy on my clit already dragging me toward the edge, but I need it inside me.
“I’m ready.”
“You’re ready when I say you are.”
“Please, Logan.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of you begging. Push it inside; tell me how it feels.”