Page 87 of Before the Encore

The image of Bonnie in the backseat with her hand between her legs sent an ache rolling through her. Madison slid her hand into her boxers, stifling a moan when she slid two fingers inside herself. “How’s it feel?” Madison asked.

“Good. So good. But nothing compares to your fingers.”

A rush of desire spiralled in her centre, a groan slipping past her lips. “Can you feel yourself through your leggings?”

Bonnie hummed, and Madison imagined that was because her hands were doing too good a job. When Bonnie cursed a few seconds later, muffled rustling crackling the line, she knew that was why.

“We need to stop,” Bonnie whispered, not at all convincing.

“Don’t you dare stop touching that pretty pussy.” Madison gently fucked herself, feeling herself tighten around her fingers. “I want you on the edge, squirming until you get home and can show me exactly how good it feels.”

“God.” Bonnie’s breathing came deeper.

“Can you do that for me?”

Bonnie swallowed again. “Yes.”

“Good girl. I’m so fucking wet, just hearing you and knowing you’re touching yourself.” Madison’s core tightened, desire pulling taut and threatening to snap. But she couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until Bonnie was home.

“Nearly…there.”

Her breathing came faster, mouth running and spiralling. “Shit. I want to taste every inch of you. I want you on my face. Your thighs squeezing. I want you to come in my mouth again.”

More rustling, hushed words. Then the slamming of a car door.

Madison’s heart thudded in her chest, her clit throbbing just as intensely.

“Oh…Madison, I can hardly walk.” The jingle of a key, scraping in a lock. And then a clunk as the door opened. “I can’t believe I just did that with Minnie in the car.”

“You did so fucking well, baby. Now, take off your clothes. You deserve your reward.”

“I want you.” Bonnie whimpered. More background noise. “God…I’m so wet.”

“You’ve got me. And soon I’m going to fuck you so good to make up for all this distance. But right now, you’re gonna have to do it for me.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Madison groaned, arousal slicking between her fingers. “Where are you?”

“On the sofa.”

“Good choice.” Madison closed her eyes, picturing Bonnie there, breathless and begging. Her whole body vibrated with the memory. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Then let me hear you. I want to know how good it feels. Show me.”

Bonnie moaned, and the sound tightened around Madison’s clit. Madison circled it with her fingers, her muscles contracting.

“I want to hear you too,” Bonnie pleaded.

“I have to be quiet. My sister is next door. But you don’t. Don’t hold back for me.” Her fingers worked faster. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“That time backstage in my dressing room. Your mouth on mine…how badly I wanted to come.”

“Touch yourself like it’s me. My fingers. My tongue. Your pussy is mine, baby. Tell me who she belongs to.”

“She’s yours, Madison. She’s—oh god!”