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Since our kiss two months ago, we haven’t been physical with each other again. School has been extremely busy, and since I’m not her neighbor anymore, we don’t see each other every day like we used to before.
There’s a brewing sexual tension between us, and it burns with such lustful ferocity that my cock is constantly hard when I’m in her presence. It’s excruciating. To be in the same room with Riley, not being able to touch her the way I want.
I used to find human touch nauseating.
The idea of sex…of fucking a woman quite literally repulsed me.
But not Riley.
No…
I’m thinking of kissing her.
Touching her.
Feeling her.
Licking. Tasting and saturating the taste of her on my tongue.
I crave to have her warm body under me.
To see the imprint of me on her flesh, to see it redden with my bitemarks.
I wonder if she’ll taste as sweet as she does in my dreams. I want to bury myself in her slick heat and feel her pulse around me. I want her to dig her pretty nails into my back and leave her marks on my skin. I need her to want me as much as I desire her.
My dick hardens, and fuck, I can’t stop now.
Not when I know she’s touching herself to thoughts of me.
When I finally speak, my voice is gruff with lust. “Riley.”
There’s a pause, which is then followed by a shriek of surprise. Aha, she’s finally noticed we’re on call. “Oh my God, oh my God!” There’s more rustling in the background as she panics.
“Don’t you dare hang up on me.” I growl, my tone more aggressive than I intended.
Riley lets out a breathy gasp. “How long have you been listening to me?” she accuses, but there’s no hostility in the way she speaks. If anything, there’s a neediness in her voice.
“Long enough to know you’ve been very naughty, Miss Johnson.” She hisses at my words and I smirk. “How long have you been touching yourself while imagining me? After the kiss or before?”
She’s quiet for a few seconds, and then her husky voice comes through. “Before.”
Goddamn it, Riley is going to be the death of me. “Are you naked right now?”
“Uh-huh. You?” she whispers with curiosity.
“Yes.” I put the phone on speaker, tossing the blanket off me. I cup my bulge, circling the thick length with my fist. “Tell me in detail how you’re touching yourself,” I demand roughly. “Don’t be shy now, baby. Part your legs for me. Keep them wide open, imagine me between the cradle of your thighs.”
“Oh.” I know she’s envisioning it— us. Our sweating bodies entangled together. Skin to skin. Feeling the thumping beat of each other’s hearts against our chests.
“Yes, oh.” I palm my erection, squeezing at the base before pumping my length in my tight fist. My heart thunders in my chest. “Taste yourself for me.”
“W-what?” She gasps, sounding scandalized by my hoarse demand.
I don’t stop fisting, pumping my cock to the sound of her delicate, husky voice. “You heard me, Riley. Rub your pussy and then I want you to put two slick fingers in your mouth. I want you to suck them and savor the taste of yourself because I’m not there to do it.”
“Okay,” she agrees shakily. Her breath hitches and then I hear another needy whimper.
“So filthy, you are. But that’s only for me, isn’t it?” She makes a tiny sound of agreement in the back of her throat. I’m so hard, aching for her. “Tell me, what does your arousal taste like?”
