Page 27 of His Turn

“You’d never let me push you off, would you?”

“Never,” I mumble. “But I’d like you to try.”

“You want me to fight back a little, Elias? Writhe in place. Wriggle my body, desperate to stop the sensations—Oh,” she moans. “Oh, I’m getting close, Elias. Please put your cock inside me. Please, I’m begging you. I’m pulling your hair. I want your mouth on mine. I want to taste the sweetness of my own pussy. I want to feel you enter me—Oh,” she moans again, this time louder.

I’m so fucking turned on I feel a climax building. “I’d lift your knees up to your neck,” I tell her. “I’d open you up so wide.”

“I’d hold my legs open for you, Elias. Like an invitation.”

Jesus fuck. I might have to get up and go over to her apartment right now, that’s how bad I want this to be real.

“Where should I come?” I ask her. “Do you want me to spill it inside your pussy or your mouth?”

“Pussy,” she says. “So I can come all over your cock at the same time.”

I squeeze my cock as I pump it harder. My breathing is loud now. I’m almost breathless as I picture this scene in my head. A few seconds later I groan. “Ahhhhhh,” I say. “Yeahhhh,” I grunt, just as hot semen spills out of me.

“I’m coming, Elias,” she pants. She’s loud now too. “I’m coming all over you. Can you feel me squeezing your cock? Can you—Ahhhh,” she says. “Ohhhhhh, yesssssss,” she whines.

After that there is nothing but heavy breathing from both of us. Seconds go by, maybe a whole minute before she moans again.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes still closed. Suddenly tired.

“Turning over, Elias. Molding my back into your chest. You’re putting your arms around me. Pulling me close. Biting my shoulder and kissing my neck. We’re falling asleep. Completely satisfied.”

I might fall asleep this very moment.

Our breathing slows. Hers matching mine.

“That was fun,” she whispers.

“Yeah,” I mumble. “I hope Jordan had the same good time.”

“He did. But just imagine how great it will be with all three of us together.”

“Yeah,” I moan. So fucking tired. Maybe drunk. But definitely satisfied.

“I can’t wait,” she says. “So I hope you’re not too unhappy with me.”

“Why would I be unhappy with you?” I ask, totally not understanding right now.

“I don’t know,” she says in a soft voice that makes her sound almost… vulnerable. “I got the impression you don’t like me.”

“I like you well enough, Nadia.”

“I want more, Elias. I want you to crave me.”

“Well, this is a good start.” I laugh. My eyes are still closed. I don’t mind the virtual pillow talk if that’s what she needs. I know how to do this, I remind myself. I know how to make them feel wanted and special. “I’ll set something up for tomorrow night, how’s that sound?”

“Oh, thank you,” she says. “I want it, Elias. I really do. I want both of you inside me at the same time. I won’t be able to work tomorrow. I might have to sneak away from class to get myself off in the bathroom.”

“No,” I say, ready for sleep. “Don’t cheat, Nadia.” My whole body is heavy and relaxed. “We want you begging for us the minute we start taking your clothes off.”

“OK,” she says, giving in easily. “I won’t. I promise.”

“Good,” I say. “Good then I’ll have Jordan call you with the details and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Good night, Elias. I hope I made you happy tonight.”