G: Do you see how hard you make me?
Me: Yes.
G: Are you wet?
Me: Very.
G: Good. Touch yourself.
I shut my eyes. Shit, shit, shit.
G: I already have my dick in my hand, Princess.
Okay, there’s no way I can leave both of us hanging. I run into my walk-in closet, closing the door and locking it…because yes, as soon as I turned eighteen, I insisted on putting a lock on every door in my room.
My phone starts ringing, and I almost drop it while trying to respond. “Crap.” I slide my finger across the screen. “Hey.”
“Hi,” he says back, his voice rough.
“How are you?” I slap my forehead.Did I really just say that?
He lets out a quick laugh. “Not too well, Emma. My dick is begging for me to stroke it, but I’ve been waiting for a small blonde to call me.”
I sigh. “I don’t have a lot of time, Grayson.”
“I won’t need long, Princess.”
I’m not touching myself, but the word alone makes me moan.
A chuckle comes from his end. “Do you like it when I call you that?”
“Mhm.” I lean against the right wall of my closet, far from the door, and move my underwear down to slide my hand in.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“I’m about to—oh fuck,” I moan quietly as I skim my finger over my sensitive clit.
There’s some rustling on his end, as if he’s moving his sheets, while I stay standing in case I need to bolt out of here.
“How wet are you?”
My body shivers at his gruff voice. “So wet. God, I wish you were here.”
“Me too, baby.” A groan escapes him.
I’m practically panting, needing him to talk me through this. “What would you do if we were together?”
“I’d suck and bite your nipples through that flimsy excuse for a bra.”
I whimper as I get wetter. “And then what?”
“I’d throw you onto my couch because the bed would be too far away, and I’d open your thighs, rip those panties off, and suck your clit until you’d be coming all over my mouth.”
My body shivers. “Oh God, Grayson.”
His breathing starts to pick up. “Then I’d stick my dick in your mouth?—”
“And I’d work it to the back of my throat.” I rub my clit faster as Grayson hisses.