“Whose fault is that?”
“Yours,” she says in an accusing tone. “If you had opened up a little sooner, you’d already know what it feels like to be inside me.”
“Babe, don’t torture me.”
“You realize I love sex, right? I love the feeling of an orgasm, and I haven’t had many delivered by men. Yonny is the only other guy who’s been inside me. And he wasn’t super into anything, not even my mouth.”
“I would give up my entire savings to have your mouth on my c**k right now.”
“Me too,” she says while she w*ts her l*ps. “God, I’m so on edge right now. I need you, Silas.” She sits up and lifts her sports bra over her head, revealing her tits.
“F**k . . . me,” I say, my dick growing hard in seconds.
“Nothing feels right when you’re not here.” She grips her br***ts and pinches her n**ples. “Nothing feels the same. Now that I know what it feels like when you give me an orgasm, I can’t even do it properly for myself.”
“Do you need some help?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Then strip. Strip down to nothing and spread your legs in front of the camera. I want to see that w*t cunt.”
“God,” she m**ns as she strips out of her sweatpants and then rests on a pillow and angles her body so I can see her face, her sexy tits, and her p**sy. Her legs are completely spread.
“Babe, that’s so f**king hot.”
“Tell me what to do, please. Make me come, Silas.”
Seeing how much she needs it, how much we both need it, I say, “I want you to glide your fi**gers up and down your body and around your br***ts without touching your n**ples.” When she starts moving her hands, I say, “Just like that, baby. Slower, I want you to feel how soft your skin is.”
“I want it to be you touching me.”
“Soon, Ollie, but just pretend it’s me. Know how much I want those tits in my mouth, how I want to s**k, squeeze, and pinch them. I want to l**k them, bring them into my mouth, and spend hours worshipping them.” Her breath grows rapid. “Glide your fi**gers closer to your p**sy, tease yourself the way I’d tease you. Get close to your slit but don’t touch yourself.”
Her hand lowers and, when she gets close enough, her pelvis lifts. “Don’t f**king touch that cunt. It’s mine.” She groans and drags her hand back up her body. “That’s it, baby, I’ll let you know when you can touch yourself.”
“Don’t make me wait.”
“Don’t tell me how to make you come,” I snap.
Her teeth roll over her bottom l*p, and a slight smirk passes over that beautiful mouth of hers.
“Spread your legs more.” When she does, I say, “Run your fi**gers along your inner th**hs. But don’t touch your p**sy.”
She brings her hands down to her th**hs, her fi**gers dragging over her velvet skin.
“Make circles so close to your p**sy that you can feel yourself get w*tter and w*tter with each pass.”
Her n**ples pucker, and her body starts to tighten as she looks for that touch.
“F**k, you make me so hard,” I say as I slide my briefs down and grip my c**k.
“Let me see,” she says, looking up at the phone.
I point the phone at my erection, and she m**ns as her fi**gers slide close to her p**sy.
“Don’t f**king touch yourself, Ollie.”
“I’m not,” she says, her voice distressed.
“Then lay your hands by your side.”
“Silas, please.”
“Do it.”
She releases herself and just lies there, stark naked, legs spread.
“F**k, just look at you. I wish I was there, eating that w*t p**sy. s**king on your c**t, driving my dick so hard inside you that you can practically taste my cum in the back of your throat.”
Her chest rises and falls, her hands itch at her side, and she w*ts her l*ps.
“Silas, I need more.”
I pump at my c**k. “Pinch your n**ples, baby. Make yourself m**n.”
Her hands go straight to her br***ts, and she plays with them, m**ning, saying my name, calling out with every pinch. My c**k grows thicker in my hand.
“My dick is so hard, Ollie. Shit . . .” I pump harder. “fi**ger yourself. I need to see you pleasure yourself.”
“Finally,” she says as she slides two fi**gers against her c**t, and she starts making small circles. “Oh f**k,” she yells. “Silas, I’m so w*t. Oh my God.”
“That’s it, baby, keep up the pace. I need you to match my strokes. Pinch your n**ple too. I want you to mark yourself.” My hand is frantic on my dick now, precum sliding down the side. “Jesus, I’m right there.”
“Me too. Oh f**k, Silas . . . oh my God.” Her body tenses, her legs fall open even more, and her hand moves so fast that it sends a hot wave of heat over me as I watch Ollie pleasure herself. It’s such a goddamn turn-on that in seconds, my c**k swells, and my chest fills with a sense of euphoria.
“F**k, I’m coming,” I say right before I fall over the edge, my cum traveling up my stomach.
“Me . . . too,” she says. I watch her entire body spasm as her body shudders with pleasure. “Silas,” she says. My name coming from her mouth sounds so sweet.
When she finally catches her breath and looks up at me, she has a semi-satisfied look on her face. “I want you, Silas, when you get home. I need you.”
“I need the same thing,” I say.
She sits up and takes the phone in her hand, bringing it so only her beautiful face is in view. “Will you take me out on a date?”
“I will.”
“Will you let me sleep over at your place?”
“It will be a requirement.”
She smiles. “Is this what it’s going to be like? When you’re gone, this is what we do?”
“I sure as f**k hope so,” I answer.
“Good, because I can manage this.”
* * *
Bag at my side,I roll it off the elevator and toward my apartment. We had a two-game stint out on the road, which is nice, starting off easy. We remain undefeated, which is an even better start to the season than prior seasons. It seems as though we’re all cl**king on the ice, and Coach is very happy about it.
On the flight home, I saw Posey sitting in anguish, and I tried to ask him what was going on, but he wouldn’t say anything. I wonder if that’s why he got in a fight during our game. Something must be bothering him, but none of us can tell what it is.
I’m sure he’ll speak soon. He always does.
When I reach my apartment door, I unlock it and then swing it open, only to find Ollie sitting on the couch, watching TV. When her head wh*ps around to look at me, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen greets me.
This.
This is what I’ve missed.
Coming home to someone. Someone eager to see me.
I set my bag to the side and shut the door just as she comes running up to me. She leaps into my arms, wr*ps her legs around my waist, and plasters her l*ps to mine.
Probably the best welcome home I’ve ever received. “Oh my God, you smell good,” she says as her l*ps move across mine. “I missed you.”
I spin us around and pin her against the door. “I missed you too,” I say, running my hand through her hair as my l*ps move over hers. “F**k, I missed you.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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