Page 7 of Cherry Moon

“What else you doing?” I asked.

“Nothing, really. Pondering.”

“Pondering what?”

“Thomas Harris. Life. You.”

I giggled. “What’s to ponder about me?”

“Everything.” Oof, such a husky response. “I always ponder you, Aki.”

“Now you’ve got me pondering your peach.”

His laughter was the most delicious sound on Earth. “Tell me more.”

“Erm, are we really gonna phone sex right now?”

“Do you want to?”

I always wanted sex with G—in the flesh, on the phone, anything.

“You’re busy,” I countered. “The bidders need a referee.”

“They’re on a break. I can spare fifteen minutes.”

His sexual growl turned my dick into hard candy. It was aching, straining against the confines of my jeans and boxers, ravenous to feel all the pleasure.

“Then tell me what you want,” I breathed down the line.

A sigh of pleasure. “Touch yourself.”

“Okay, baby,” I purred, popping the top button of my jeans.

“Talk me through it.”

I parted the zip, sliding my hand into my underwear, telling him about it. “Now my hand’s on my dick.” I stroked myself, fingers already sticky with precum.

His moan sent tremors into my balls. “Does it feel good?”

“Real good.”

“How hard are you, Aki?”

I loved it when he called me Aki. “Titanium. Ready for you.” I moved to the sofa, yanking my jeans and underwear down to my knees. Spread out and got comfortable, a little breathless.

And so, so horny.

“Mmmm. I’m on my knees. Kissing it. Working my tongue around the tip, just how you like it.”

“Tease.” I licked my lips.

“Then I move down to your balls.”

Yum. “Roll them, baby.”

G’s skills with my balls in his mouth were unmatched. I wasn’t totally sure what he did, but he delivered sexy magic by rolling them in the hot pocket of his mouth. He knew the right amount of pressure to apply, giving a tiny amount of teeth, and his tongue…mind-blowing.

I pumped myself harder. “I’m gonna cum.”