Page 21 of Forever Offsides

“Come on. Show me the goods.” I swirl a finger in the air. “Don’t be shy.”

He chuckles, but he’s winded. “My abs or cock?”

“Start with your abs.”

He reaches behind his back and yanks his shirt over his head before he tosses it somewhere I can’t see. “Damn do I wish I could touch you right now.”

I use my free hand to cup my breast and make sure he can see it. “Sucks to be you. Make me desperate for it.”

His eyes become hooded and dark. “Panties, Quinn. Now.”

I shiver, my pussy already wet as hell.

I slide my thong over my hips and legs before I bring it up to the camera so he can see it.

“Perfect. You’re naked for me. Show me.”

A bolt of nerves and excitement hits my blood, and I angle the camera down once again so he gets a full shot of me.

“You really are perfect. I’d give anything to be able to smell you right now. To taste you.”

My hand slides down my chest over my right breast to the top of my pussy. I spread my thighs and work a finger up and down my slit.

“Motherfucker. Jesus, hell, you’re killing me. Are you wet?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Show me.”

I slip my finger along my pussy and swirl it into my opening before I pull it back and show him.

“Christ. I’m done.”

“That was fast,” I tease.

“Nice try. Is all of that for me?”

“No one else I’m talking to right now.”

“Damn fucking right, no one else. Do you want to see how hard you’ve made me?”

I bring the camera back to my face. “Absolutely.”

He shifts around, his face flushed and his eyes wild before the view switches up and I’m looking at his giant cock, all hard and long and thick with delicious veins snaking through it. My empty core clenches, and my mouth waters.

I lick my lips. “Will you touch it for me?”

“Baby girl, no way I can’t. Will you touch your pussy for me? Make yourself come? Let me talk dirty to you so I can feel like I’m the one who got you there?”

“Go for it.”

7

RHETT

If I didn’t know this before, if I weren’t already sure, it’s official now. I’m crazy about this girl. I don’t know her age or her specialty or where she works or even what her last name is. But I’m fucking crazy about her. I’ve been talking to her for months now, and I haven’t called her. I’ve wanted to. So many times I’ve wanted to call her.

And tonight, I don’t know. I couldn’t resist.