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“Are you wet, honey? Has he made you wet?”
“So wet. Wet and swollen. It’s trickling between my thighs. I hurt. I need...” She makes a little hiccup of sound. “I need...”
“You need him to touch you, baby. Ease that ache. Rub your clit, spread all that slick sweetness around.”
“God.”
“Would he finger you? Would he fuck you with his fingers? Push them in and out, nice and slow?”
“Yes.”
I lick my lips. “I think he’d have to taste you, honey. I think he’d need that so badly. To know how sweet you truly are.”
“I want him to. I want his mouth there.”
“It is. He’s lapping you up. Making you scream his name.”
“Gray.”
“I know. I know.” I’m barely aware of what I’m saying anymore, only that I need more. The bed squeaks beneath me as I jerk myself.
Ivy’s breathless voice is disjointed, hitching over the words. “I... You... He needs to fuck me. I can’t take it any longer.”
“You want him to sink his cock into you?”
“Yes.”
“Pump into your tight heat like he’d die if he stopped?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, fuck, he wants that too. He wants it so much he can’t think of anything else.” I’m so hot, I’m leaking come. It weeps over the swollen head, coats my shaft as my fist moves faster, harder.
“I want him to fuck... Fuck me. Gray...”
And then I hear it. The sweetest fucking sound ever. A low, keening wail, almost pained but so full of pleasure that the hairs on the back of my neck lift.
Everything is muffled, like she’s trying to stifle the sounds, but she can’t. I’m so attuned to her right now I hear every one of them. I bite my lip and taste blood. Ivy coming.
My chest heaves. Heat licks over my balls, down between my thighs. My ass clenches on the next thrust. “Oh shit. Honey, I’m gonna—”
The orgasm hits at full velocity. I arch up, my hips leaving the bed, my body locked in pleasure. A strangled, broken shout leaves my lips as come lands in hot strips across my abs and chest. My vision goes dark, my hand jerking every last drop of lust and need from my abused cock. Then I fall limp upon the bed.
Jesus.
For a moment I lie there, shaking and damp, fucking weak as a kitten. Licking my dry lips, I try to get my bearings, the room rocking drunkenly around me. And then I remember. Oh, shit. Ivy. I came harder than I ever have in my life on the phone with Ivy.
Panic punches into my chest, and I lurch up, scrambling for the phone lost amidst the rumpled covers. My ears burn hot, as my heart races. What to say? What will she say?
Hands shaking, I yank free the headphones and lift the phone to my ear. “Iv—” My voice cracks, and I clear my throat. “Ivy? You... Are you—”
My mouth snaps shut. Because she’s not there. The line is dead.
Chapter 13
Gray
I’m home. Which is to say, I’m standing in front of Ivy’s door. I’ve been standing here too long. The neighbors are going to start to wonder what the hell I’m doing. Fuck if I know. My balls are in danger of freezing, and I can’t make myself knock.
