Tripping (Iced #2) - Kristine Allen Page 0,43
the phone back farther,” I ordered her. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Truthfully, I wished I was there. I’d bury my face in as I pushed her hand out of the way. My breath caught in my throat when she actually did as I’d told her.
Cheeks flushed, she rode her hand. Transfixed, I watched her circle the heel of her hand on her clit, and my speed increased. She was fucking beautiful. Cheeks flushed, chest heaving, eyes glassy with lust, she was utterly magnificent.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Cameron. I’m gonna come!” She sounded shocked, and I preened in triumph that she’d done this with me.
“Yes,” I grunted, and I experienced my own wash of tingles. Everything tightened up, and my jaw clenched. “Come with me,” I growled out because I was so goddamn close.
“Oh shit! Oh God! Oh fuck!” she blurted as her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent scream. The beauty of her orgasm was all it took to let mine go. Teeth grinding, a feral snarl escaped me as I shot cum all the way up across my chest to the base of my neck.
Her circling had slowed, and I watched as her eyes opened to a lazy slit.
“Holy shit, that was hot,” I finally managed to choke out.
Once her breathing evened out a bit, she stared into my fucking soul and sighed. “Yeah.”
After a few minutes, her eyes narrowed. “Is that your stuff all over your chest?”
Glancing down, I huffed a laugh. “Yeah.”
“It’s almost on your neck!”
Busting a gut, I jerked the towel out from under my ass and wiped the evidence of our encounter off. Looked like shower three was in my near future.
“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.” Hopping off the bed, I pulled a pair of boxer briefs out of my suitcase. I propped the phone on the dresser and pulled them on. She watched me wide-eyed and pink cheeked.
“You are the least self-conscious person I’ve ever met. Well, maybe Sergio, but I mean, he’s Sergio.” She shrugged, and I chuckled.
We talked for another hour. When the lock clicked and the door opened, I glanced up and watched Alex come in and drop his tie in his bag. He gave me a chin lift but didn’t interrupt my call.
“You have a nice night with your family?” I asked him.
“Yeah.” Then he mouthed, “Who you talking to?”
I turned the phone his direction.
“Oh hey, Angel,” he said, and Bleu giggled. My brow furrowed.
“Don’t call my girl pet names,” I grumbled as I turned the camera to face me. “You got your own wife.”
Alex burst out laughing, then stripped down and went in the bathroom. I heard the shower start.
“Well, I guess I better let you go. It’s late, and you need to get up early tomorrow.” If I could leave her on the call and sleep with her, I might. Except that was borderline obsessive and weird. Maybe really weird. Besides, the shit I’d get from Alex would be hard to live down.
She looked indecisive as she chewed on the corner of her lip. “What are you thinking?” I asked her.
“Did you mean that?”
“Mean what?”
“Am I your girl?” Her eyes searched mine, and she looked to be holding her breath.
“You didn’t already guess that? Hell yeah, you’re my girl. Unless this is your way of saying that isn’t what you want. Not gonna lie, I won’t take that well if that’s the case,” I admitted. The thought of her not being mine and us not being exclusive chapped my ass.
She’d fallen into my life, and I’d been crazy for her ever since. It didn’t make sense. It was out of character for me. It kind of scared the shit out of me, all things considered, but the thought of her not being mine scared me worse.
“Crazy enough, I kinda like that. Never thought I’d be dating a hockey player a—” She stopped, and I cocked my head.
“A what?” I asked.
“Um… a sexy one at that,” she said as her face turned red. At first, I stared at her, narrowed-eyed. That didn’t seem like what she’d been going to say. Then a satisfied grin spread until my cheeks hurt.
“You think I’m sexy?”
“Hell yeah, I do,” replied Alex from the bathroom doorway. I flipped him off.
“Fuck you,” I said with a chuckle.
“Should I be jealous?” she asked with a smirk, conveniently not answering the question. A curl dropped over her eye, and she blew it out of