Page 67 of Blush Crush

“What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know.”

“Liar.”

“I can’t tell you. Because if I do you’ll never let it go.”

If she’s thinking about that professor I’ll lose my hard-on before she can finish the sentence. But I have to know. I’m a masochist like that.

“Tell me, doll. Who are you thinking about?”

“You.”

There’s a frantic edge to her tone, and my cock jumps in my hand. What I wouldn’t give to be in that room with her right now. To watch her touch herself. To hear her. To run my cock between her soaking center, gathering all that sweet arousal on the tip before sliding so deep inside her she’d never think of another man without thinking of me first.

“I wish I could see you,” I admit.

“Why?”

She sounds genuinely surprised. If there’s one thing I want her to take from our arrangement it’s this—she’s desired, wanted. She’s so much more than she gives herself credit for.

“I’m so hard right now,” I tell her. “Thinking about you touching yourself. I’ve been stroking my cock this whole time.”

“You have?” A gasp slips out of her.

“Yes. And I’m not coming until you do.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Blue balls for me. But you’re going to come.”

“You sound so sure.”

“Are you wetter than before?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Slip a finger inside and push it in and out. Keep rubbing your clit.”

I hear her sharp inhale and know she’s done it.

This is either going to kill me or feel close to it, because my hand isn’t enough. I need to feel her. Be inside her. Bury my face in her neck and breathe her in while I take her apart completely. Maybe then I’ll be rid of this torture, get her out of my system before I lose my damn mind.

“Don’t stop. Keep going. Faster if it feels good, add another finger if you think you can take it.”

“How do I know if I can?”

“You can. Believe me. You can take two fingers because pretty soon you’re going to take my cock, and I’m a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers.”

“Cole,” she moans, and I nearly come right then. “I think something is happening.”

“You’re almost there. You’re doing so good, baby.”

She’s a tangle of moans and sighs on the other end of the line and I’m using everything in me to hold back.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

“So wet. The wettest I’ve ever been.”