Tripping (Iced #2) - Kristine Allen Page 0,42

off in the shower. I’d been painfully hard after checking my phone on the bus. Bleu had sent me a pic that Sergio had taken of her when we won. Her smile was brilliant, and her thin sweater showed the peaks of her nipples, though she’d be mortified if she knew. I might’ve zoomed in on them, but I wouldn’t tell her that either.

“It really was a good game. We were on the edge of our seats,” she said with a breathy giggle. “It might’ve had something to do with the alcohol we consumed too.”

Despite the relief from my shower, I was already starting on a stiffy. The thought of tipsy Bleu and the things she’d let me do to her added to it. Being tipsy and drunk were two different things. Drunk Bleu, I’d never have touched—even now as whatever we were. Tipsy Bleu was another story.

“Are you drunk?” I asked to clarify. A mischievous grin lurked as I stared at her.

She snorted. “Pssh! Not hardly. Sergio drank most of the wine. He’s currently passed out on my couch.”

“You should show me what you’re wearing,” I teased. Her cheeks blossomed, and she bit her lip.

“I’m just wearing pajamas. They aren’t sexy or anything,” she sputtered as she blinked.

“Bleu, every fucking thing you put on your body is sexy.”

“Oh my God.” Her breathing sped up. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re so far away.”

“But I’m talking to you now. Let me see which pajamas you have on.” It was a daring request. We were so new. Yet I didn’t care. My cock was already imagining her in nothing but a tank top and skimpy shorts. She never wore a bra with her pajamas, and her perfect little nipples poked out. I’d never forget that from the first night I’d stayed with her.

Pulling my arm down, I gripped my length and squeezed.

“You’re so weird,” she muttered, but she flashed the camera down her body to her feet, then it was back on her face. She was lying in bed on top of the comforter. I’d seen those peaks but not for nearly long enough.

“What are you wearing?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

Not helping my issue one bit. A groan slipped out as I gripped myself tighter.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was a throaty whisper.

Boldly holding her gaze through the screen, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, then slowly panned my phone down to where I gripped my erection through the white hotel towel.

“I think that answers both questions,” I replied in a gruff rasp as I brought the phone back up so I could see her.

“Holy hell. You’re, um, touching yourself. While we’re talking,” she stammered, and I watched as her eyes dilated and her chest rose rapidly.

“Yeah.” I gave a groaning laugh at how scandalized she appeared. The thought of corrupting her in all the worst ways made my cock jump in my hand. The terrycloth was too abrasive despite the plushness of the towel. Flicking the towel open, I wrapped my hand around the hard, hot flesh of my dick. My mind was replaying her mouth taking me in.

She swallowed so hard, I saw her throat bob. Eyes heavy, I licked my lips, raked my bottom lip through my teeth, and tried to figure out how to ask her to join me.

When her right shoulder moved minutely and her lips parted, my gaze sharpened. There was no way I’d gotten lucky enough that my sweet little music teacher was touching her pussy while I yanked on my cock.

Her soft moan and the faint sound of something wet answered my question. My hand stroked faster. “Jesus fucking Christ, are you playing with that pussy for me?”

“Maybe,” she gasped.

“Let me see,” I begged in my own whisper. Not like there was anyone in the room to hear me, but the intimacy of the moment demanded it.

“I can’t,” she said on a mewl. Her lids went to half mast, and her head pushed back into the pillow.

“Yes, you can. Show me.” It was a growled demand.

The sounds her hand made as it played with her tight cunt was my new favorite music. I knew I’d won when I saw the bold flare in her eyes.

She tipped the phone down so I could see her from the bottom of her perfect tits to where her hand was going to town on my new favorite place. Mesmerized, I continued to fuck my hand as she did the same.

“Pull