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“I’m all yours, baby.”
“Stroke your cock, but slow.”
“I’m way ahead of you.”
“Imagine you’re rubbing it against my clit. I’m so wet for you, Buck. I’m begging you to put it inside me, but you won’t.”
“I won’t? Why not?”
“Because you’re making me wait until I’m right on the brink, so the minute you thrust inside me, I’ll come. Can you feel how wet I am for you, Buck?”
“Stella, I can’t hold back anymore.”
“I can’t either.”
When I heard him moan, I arched my back and rode the wave of the most powerful orgasm I could remember experiencing. It only made me wonder how much better it would be if it was Buck’s cock inside me instead of my own fingers.
I could hear him breathing as I slowed my own.
“Stella? You there?”
“I’m here.”
“That was so fucking hot.”
14
Buck
I knew the minute she fell asleep. Stella snored. Not the loud, sawing-wood kind of snoring. This was soft and adorable, like a little bear cub.
It wasn’t the first time she’d fallen to sleep while we were on the phone, but it sure as hell was the first time we’d had phone sex. Damn, it was so hot I was rock-hard again just thinking about it.
The idea that only two doorways and a hall separated us, somehow made it that much more of a turn on—like when she said I was making her wait, teasing her. And, Jesus, when she said her pussy was bare, I almost shot my load right then.
After ending our call, I got out of bed, eased the door open, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. The bedroom Stella was in was the only one that had an en suite.
I turned the shower to hot, even though cold would’ve served me better, climbed in, and let the water pulsate against my shoulders. I kept my eyes closed, imagining Stella was in here with me.
I’d have her bend at the waist, put her hands on the tile, and pound into her from behind. Once we both came, I’d bring her to another orgasm with my tongue.
Admittedly, she’d surprised me when she initiated the sex-filled conversation. I was the furthest thing from a prude, but I could already feel my cheeks heating, imagining looking her in the eye tomorrow. Worse, how was I supposed to keep my hands off of her?
On my way back to the bedroom, I stopped outside her door. No way I’d go in uninvited, but if she could hear me and it suddenly opened, I’d be the happiest man alive. I stood there a few seconds before returning to the other room. I climbed between the cold sheets, wishing so much I could sink into Stella’s warmth.
I’d been up for a couple of hours, sitting on the porch and re-reading some of Barb’s emails I’d asked Stella to forward to me, when I heard the front door open. She came outside wearing a t-shirt I’d thrown into my bag yesterday before we left the main house. It fell almost to her knees.
“Good morning,” she said, bringing a cup of coffee to the lips I’d spent most of the night dreaming about. “Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.”
I set my laptop on the table in front of me and stood. If she expected me to be able to resist putting my hands on her, she was wrong.
“I would’ve been a whole lot happier if you had been sleeping on me.” I snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her body against me. “Tell me, Stella, do you have anything on under my shirt?” I was just about to slide my hand down to find out when I heard someone clear their voice.
“Sorry to interrupt,” said Porter, standing a few feet from the porch.
“Hey, Port. Meet Stella.”
Instead of taking a step forward to shake his hand, she waved from where she stood. “Hi.”
