My hand pumps harder as her moans seem to grow even louder.
Then louder still.
I can’t stop myself, even though I should. I’ve only reunited with this little firecracker a week, and she’s already under my skin.
Places she should not be.
I dream of fucking her, and I blame her for that.
If my first visual of her wouldn’t have been watching her come, would I still want to fuck her this badly? Probably not.
“I need…” Her moans have stopped, and she is huffing now. Her voice is closer to the phone, so I stroke my cock faster, harder.
“Adora,” I say her name again, and I don’t expect her to answer me back.
“Joey?” I hear the rustling of a phone before she answers, sounding confused. I go to pick the phone up, but I press the video button instead and her face comes into view. She’s naked with her breasts on full display, and she’s looking right at me.
Her eyes drop to where my hand is located and go wide.
“What are you doing?” It’s a hushed whisper only meant for me to hear.
“Adora, come back.” I hear the woman who just made her come speak, so Adora turns her head away from me.
“I’ll just be a second.” Then she walks off, taking me with her, the phone showing her tits perfectly. Sweet, round, small, perky fucking tits.
“Joey,” she hisses, her face coming into view. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I say with a groan, my cock still firmly grasped in my hand.
“It looks like you’re giving yourself a hand job while you listen to me fuck my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend?” I growl.
“Yes, my girlfriend. I like her… a lot.”
“And what about me?” Her eyes drop to my cock, and I position the phone so she can see clearly.
“I…” She stops talking, her eyes stuck on me for a long moment before she glances away, swallowing roughly. “You need to stop.”
“That sounds like a threat,” I say, my hand pumping, feeling myself getting closer with every word that leaves her lips, regardless of what they mean.
“Yes, it is.”
“What will you give me if I do?” My gaze drifts back to her eyes, and the look in them turning me on even more.
“I-I…” she stutters.
“Not good enough.” I cut her off just as I feel myself come.
Adora watches, biting her lip, and when I’m done, I slide my cock into my trousers and lift the phone to my face.
“I could fuck you so hard and good. I want you to remember that when you lie back down next to your girlfriend.” Then I hang up and walk out of the bathroom.
I find Keir standing there, his hand is outstretched, and I drop the phone into his palm.
“I’ll have to burn it now,” he says, looking down at it with disgust. “You can explain to my wife why she has to get a new phone.” Then he walks off, leaving me standing there staring after him.
“Joey.” I turn to Sailor. “What did she say?”