“You’d better check that. It might be something important.”
“Nothing is as important as you.”
I rolled my eyes. Why were boys so oblivious sometimes? “I don’t know. It sounded really important.”
A loud bang sounded at the other end, and Kill cursed under his breath.
“Are you okay?” I asked, wondering what the hell was happening.
“You should’ve warned me. I just hit my head on the top of my rack.”
“Sorry; I wish I was there to make it all better,” I said, trying to stifle my laugh.
“I wish you were here too. Especially since I'm rock-hard now.” His voice was raw with desire.
“I would kiss that too.”
“I can picture your mouth wrapped around me. Fuck, I want you so bad,” he growled quietly into the phone.
The sound of his voice sent tiny shock waves to my center. I ran my hands down my naked chest and slipped them under my panties. I was already wet and swollen with desire.
“I wish you were here too. Then you could replace my fingers with your cock.”
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was strained, and I imagined him stroking himself. The thought of his hand wrapped around his hard cock while he jerked himself off made desire rush through me.
“Just for you,” I gasped. My body was already strung tight, ready for a release.
“Slide a finger inside of you and picture me.”
I followed his order and cried out softly, remembering Jessie was in the other room.
“That’s it. I'm close. I want you to come for me.”
His words threw me into a powerful orgasm. I bit my bottom lip so I wouldn't wake Jessie. I heard Kill shudder a quiet release on the other end, so he wouldn’t wake up the others on the bus with our nocturnal escapades.
“I wanted to hear you scream. Why did you hold back?”
“Ryan and Jessie came over and shared my Valentine’s dinner with me. Jessie stayed the night in Van’s room. She had a couple glasses of wine, and I didn’t want to wake her,” I answered.
We talked for a little longer and ended up falling asleep with the phone line still open. I woke up later to use the restroom and saw the timer on the call still ticking. Kill’s slumbered breathing was on the other end. I listened to it a little longer before whispering that I loved him and hung up.
