She barks out a laugh at my reply and I can’t help but chuckle with her.
Sunshine: I think the number of orgasms it gave me yesterday should answer your question.
Theo: I guess it does. Are you touching yourself too?
She hesitates and I wait to see if she’s going to lie to me or not.
Sunshine: Not yet. What did you want me to do?
“Fuck me, you’re perfect.”
Theo: Everything. But start with your tits. Slide your hand up whatever top you’re wearing and pinch your nipples.
Sunshine: Who says I’m wearing a top?
“Oh, you’re good,” I mutter watching in fascination as she does exactly what she’s told.
Theo: I like to think you aren’t. But I guess I’ll never know for sure.
Theo: Imagine your hands are mine. Be rough.
The second she reads that demand, a loud moan falls from her lips as she follows orders.
Oh, fuck yeah, this is what I need tonight.
35
RAINE
Awhimper spills from my lips as I do exactly what Theo ordered.
God, this boy.
He’s so far under my skin I worry there might be no getting him out. Which means, when I leave, it’s going to hurt.
And I’ll only have myself to blame.
The vibration of my phone startles me and I hurriedly snatch it up, desperate for his next words.
His orders.
Theo: Slide your fingers down your stomach and feel how wet you are.
Raine: This isn’t going to work. Call me?
The shrill of my phone fills the room, sending my heart into overdrive.
“Are you wet?” Theo rasps and I can imagine him with his hand wrapped around his perfect dick, stroking it hard and fast. “I bet you’re soaked.”
Slipping my hand down my stomach, I suck in a sharp breath as they dance over my knickers.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“I’m wet.”
“Yeah, you are.” I hear the grin in his voice. “Push two fingers inside your pussy, imagine it’s me.”
“Okay.”