Rate a Date by Monica Murphy Page 0,51

he just got out of the shower? We took one together, but that was a few hours ago and it’s hot in Las Vegas. Lots hotter than where I’m from, and that much easier to work yourself into a major sweat.

“What do you want me to show you?” I ask, talking slow, like I’m having trouble comprehending.

A smile spreads across his face. “You know what I want to see.”

Oh God, I do.

Turning to the side, I hold my phone at hip level, then grab the hem of my skirt with my free hand and flip it up for a brief moment. “See? No panties.”

“Show me your pussy,” he demands, and my entire body catches on fire. It’s just like whoosh, I’m going up in flames, thanks to the dark tone of his voice, the thunderous expression on his face.

“Mitch,” I start, but he shakes his head.

“Come on. Show me. Touch yourself.”

Oh shit.

Sitting on the bed, I prop myself against the pillows and bend my knees, the spike heels of my sandals looking ready to puncture the snowy white duvet cover.

“You look beautiful in that dress,” he tells me, making me pause. Making me smile.

“You like it?”

“Yeah. I like everything about you.”

Oh, he says the best things.

I readjust my position on the bed, my skirt flipped up, my lower body on complete display. The bed cover is cool and smooth against my bare butt cheeks, and while it’s not particularly easy to get my whole body in the shot along with my—ahem—pussy, I manage to make it happen.

Mitch sucks in a harsh breath when he can finally see. Lets out a low whistle. “Damn, woman. You’re wet.” He pauses. “Touch yourself.”

“Mitch.” It’s not a protest. More like a moan.

“Do it.”

Kelsey chooses that moment to call my name impatiently. “We’re leaving soon. We’re leaving now.”

“Just once. Touch yourself and then suck your finger for me.”

This man is so dirty.

But like a woman who’s been thoroughly dicktimized, I reach between my legs and drag my index finger through my folds, biting back a whimper. Everything’s so sensitive down there, especially my clit.

My gaze glued on the screen, on Mitch—who’s watching me very, very carefully—I bring my finger to my mouth and suck it deep, tasting myself. The turned on look on the man’s face brings me immense satisfaction, and I smile.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice harsh.

I nod, wondering where my voice went. My entire body feels like it’s about to implode.

“That pussy belongs to me. And trust me, I will be fucking it tonight. Text me later.” He ends the call, and I’m left sitting there all alone, vibrating with need.

He’s pushing my boundaries.

And I like it.

Fourteen

MItch

God save me from sexy women.

When she sent me those photos with her in that little black dress, I immediately wanted her. The legs. The boobs straining against that sheer fabric, the long blonde hair with the sexy curls and the smoky eyes. I don’t normally care if a woman has makeup on or not. I’m not one for the overly made-up look. Natural beauty gets me every time, and natural curves.

Eleanor’s got all that. Everything about her drives me crazy.

Earlier I returned to my mostly empty apartment and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from the previous night’s activities. Woke up a few hours later and took a shower. Thought of Eleanor in the shower earlier. The moans echoing off the tile. The way she looked with water raining down upon her naked skin.

Yeah. She’s hot. My cock rose to the occasion, but I refused to jerk off. I’m saving it all up for tonight.

At one point, I worried I wouldn’t get to see her. I can’t be the selfish asshole who demands to be with her tonight when she’s there to celebrate her friend. I’m not that guy. We’re not in a relationship. If I tried that shit, she should tell me to kiss her ass, and she’d be right. I have no business acting that way.

But once she sent me the photos and I asked her to prove to me that she wasn’t wearing underwear, I knew I had to see her. And when I FaceTimed her and demanded she touch herself, and then she did? It was on. I am seeing her.

As I told her, that pussy is mine. And I’m making my claim.

She’s texted me throughout the night like a good little girl. Letting me know where she’s at, how much fun she’s having, sending me selfies and Snapchat stories of her