ERRIN: The thought of you naked in the shower right now… mmm.
ERRIN: Not coming without me, I hope?
He grinned because he already came so hard. It had been a long time since he came with such force by his own hand. But he could still easily go for another round.
He made good use of the shower gel as he soaped his upper body once more, trailing his soapy hand down to his dick. He took another picture with his other hand, as he aimed to send something to make her squirm even more.
The next picture he took was of him engulfing his cock with soapy suds while grabbing a hold of it. Okay. That wasn’t bad at all. He didn’t want to scare Errin off by sending his long and thick equipment in full glory. But this picture with his hand and the suds partially surrounding his dick would do the trick.Right. Send.
ERRIN: Oh… my…
And then… nothing. He endured several minutes with no further response while he kept glancing at his phone that stood on the shampoo ledge again, leaning against the wall.
Was she shocked that he sent a dick pic to her? Or was she… the image of Errin masturbating entered his mind. Was she circling her clit over and over with her fingers? Or did she have a favorite toy she’d use?
BRENNAN: I want to hear you come.
He typed hastily and clicked the send button. With one hand, he squeezed beneath the crown of his dick to keep from coming again and with his other hand; he called her to phone her hands free. Well, not exactly hands free since he still held his dick in his hand.
He turned down the water spray to an absolute minimum so he wouldn’t get too cold and moved closer to his phone on the ledge. In this position, he could talk and jerk off while the hot water spray still caressed his back. She needed to pick up the phone real quick or else he would blow without her.
She picked up after the third dial tone. She didn’t say a word; the only sound that traveled the line was her heavy breathing. The sweetest soft little moan escaped her.
“Fuck baby, you’re playing with yourself?” he asked as he pumped his dick again.
“Hmm-mm, I… I…” she spoke so softly, like she was afraid to be overheard or something.
“You alone?” he demanded.
“Yesss…” she breathed.
He rested his forehead against the wet tiles and moaned as goose bumps traveled over his back.
“Ooh, the way you moan in my ear,Bren. Ooooh… I… can’t.”
“I wish I could see you right now. Are you in bed?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Are you still wearing that fuckin’ purple bra?” he threw out.
“Hmm-mm.”
“I’m almost there. I need to hear ye. Tell me what you’re doing,” he said.
She moaned, “I can’t… I’m going to… Bren!”
“Aaah.” He let out all his pent up frustration from delaying his second orgasm. But fuck, it had been worth the wait. Errin was in total ecstasy, so hot and unabashed about fucking herself with Brennan listening in on her.
She heaved a sigh in satisfaction and he felt like he won the jackpot. Okay, he may not have laid a single finger on her, but she’d screamed outhisname as she came.
He altered the spray’s direction and washed away his cum from the shower tiles. She giggled in his ear and his upper lip tugged up at her sweet sound. Now she even had him smiling. What was this little spitfire doing to him?
“So, I guess now isn’t the right time to tell a joke, but I just don’t do awkward after sex, so listen up.”
He shook his head, smiling, but didn’t speak up.
“So I tried phone sex once… but the phone was kinda big and I hurt my ass,” Errin said and he heard her smile.