Pull on your nipple and twist it slightly. Pretend I’m tugging it into my mouth, biting it between my teeth.”
Another moan breaks out.
“Good girl.” I encourage her as my hand skims over the head of my cock, spreading the precum down my shaft, lubricating my strokes. “Now move the fingers on your clit hard and fast.” Stroke down to my balls. “Good girl.” Up to the head. “Keep doing that until you come.”
I can’t see her pussy anymore as most of it is hidden behind her hand, but watching her fingers work between her legs is more than enough for me. I’ll have a visual of what she looks like when she jills off to carry me through every away game in my future.
“That’s it, baby. Feel how it swells and starts to pulse under the pressure of your fingers. I love when it does that. It’s my first clue to how close you are to coming. I especially like when it does it when I’m buried balls deep inside you from behind, using it to control your pleasure as I fuck you hard and deep.”
“Oh god, Mase.”
Her hips wiggle in the chair as she loses focus on everything and starts to chase her pleasure.
The speed of my hand increases in sync with the tempo of the fingers between her legs.
Up.
Down.
My grip tightens, twisting as it travels back and forth along the length of my dick. I’m close.
“That’s it, baby.” I can tell she’s at the tipping point and just needs a little push. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard when I see you you’re going to be walking funny for a week.”
“Mas—” My name is a broken plea as she comes, and I follow her over the edge, spraying my stomach with cum.
Our hands continue to work as we both bring ourselves down from our orgasmic highs. It may not be as good as actually being with her, but I can definitely get behind this whole phone sex thing when I have to travel for games.
It’s a few minutes before we’ve come back to ourselves and Kay opens her eyes. She zeroes in on the mess I’ve made of myself.
“You got your love juice all over you.” She smirks, and I laugh again.
“Only you can make me laugh and come at the same time. Where the hell do you come up with this shit?”
She gives me a shrug. “Would it help if I told you I’d lick it off you if I were there?”
“Holy hell, babe. You’re gonna make me hard again.”
Now she’s the one winking.
“So did I do good with all your presents this year?”
“Fuck yeah you did.” Her answering smile is my favorite thing in the world.
“I should probably get cleaned up and get back downstairs before someone comes looking for me.” She sounds reluctant to do so.
“Me too. Our hour is pretty much up, and I don’t need Trav bursting into the room just to be a dick.”
“Text me later?”
“You know it. Love you, baby.”
She blows me a kiss. “Love you too, Mase.”
I close my laptop and head to the bathroom for a towel to clean myself up, smiling the entire time.
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
#Chapter30
Early wake-up calls to travel are their own special form of torture. Mornings suck in general, but the whole hurry up and wait that comes with dealing with flying only tends to add to my not-so-bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed demeanor when the clock reads single digits in the hour column.
If anyone has any doubts about how I’m feeling this morning, all they have to do is read my Just because I’m awake DOESN’T mean I’m ready to do things slouchy off-the-shoulder long-sleeved shirt.
“You do realize we’re on our way to see your boyfriend, right?” JT bumps his hip into my side, our carry-on suitcases rolling behind us. Guess my face is broadcasting my feelings as much as my shirt.
“Your point?” My voice is gruff thanks to it being stupid o’clock. It’s like my body doesn’t care that I already downed a full cup of coffee before leaving E’s. Neither it nor my brain feels like it will be satisfied unless I have an IV drip of the caffeinated brew.
“You could at least pretend you’re excited.” He chuckles at my side-eye as we step onto one of the moving sidewalks inside BWI. It’s Christmas Eve, and the airport is packed with other early holiday travelers.
“I am excited.” My jaw unhinges with another yawn. “Mase is gonna flip.” He thinks we aren’t flying in until late