you not enough? Please explain how
that doesn’t count.
Sidney: Easy. It is statistically easier to
make a woman come using your
fingers or tonguepurely based on
the amount of nerves we have on the
outside. Making a woman come from
penetration alone is not the easiestthing
to do. Hence you only did it once.
Me: Are those statistics even real?
Sidney: No idea. But probably.
I shake my head, sucking my tongue against my teeth as I attempt to stifle the grin on my mouth.
Me: Either way, I will have no problem
making you come, whether that’s on my cock
or with my fingers and tongue. I’ve also
got no problem testing out your theory,
Cricket.When I win, what do I get?
Sidney: You have to winfirst.
Me: Playing with fire there, Adams.
What are you going to do when
you can’t sit down for a week?
Sidney: That’s real big talk there, Calahan.
Gotta run, see you later?
Me: Yeah, you will. This
conversation isn’t finished.
Laying my phone down on the desk, I adjust my cock, shaking my head. I need to be studied.
My cell pings again, and her name crosses the screen, a message with a picture attachment waiting to be opened. Swiping it open, my head thumps against the back of my chair. Yeah. I definitely need to be studied. I should not be getting hard by looking at a desk.
It’s not the desk making my cock jerk though, it’s the memory of my face buried between her thighs. It’s the way she sounded as she came all over my tongue and the feel of her legs pressing together around my head.
And she knows it, too. She wouldn’t have sent me that picture otherwise. It’s not unusual for Sidney to send me pictures of her projects, but there isn’t a single petal to be seen, just her hand holding a mug of coffee, resting on top of the desk. In the very corner, I can see a pair of legs, and the hem of her short denim skirt.
Fucking tease.
