"And I come inside you."
Something falls in her bedroom. "Shit. I'll put you on speaker."
"Don't apologize."
"Is that the only place?"
"You need more than one?"
"I need everything."
How is she so fucking sexy? It's not fair. "A party in the hills. In some huge mansion. A friend of a friend. No one we really know."
"With a pool?"
"Yeah. The main party is in the house. The backyard is quiet. A few couples talking or drinking. But no one is swimming."
"No?"
"And I'm going to make you wait. To torture you for the chance in the water. I peel your top over your chest and toy with you until you're panting—"
A moan falls from her lips.
She's close now.
I need to push her over the edge.
"Then I toy with you some more. Unzip your jeans, roll them to your waist, push you on one of those plush lounge chairs."
"Fuck me?"
"Not yet."
She huffs.
"I make you wait. I slip a finger inside you. Then two. Three. I stretch you wide."
"Fuck."
"Then, when you can't take it anymore, I unzip my jeans—"
"Yeah?"
"Push you to your knees. You take me into your mouth. Try to toy with me the way I'm toying with you. But I won't have it. I put you back on the chair and I slide into you."
"Tricky—"
She's never used my nickname. It's impossibly sexy. And impossibly intimate. And I want every ounce of it. "Come for me, baby."
She releases her last inhibition.
Her breaths run together as she moves faster, falls closer.
Then she's there, coming for me, groaning in my ear, torturing me the way I'm torturing her.
She's raw and free and exposed.
And it's hot as hell.