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“I’d use it as lube and stroke you harder. And faster.”
He did what she said, his ragged breathing and skin on skin the only sounds in the room.
“And then I’d put my mouth around you…”
“Shit, Fee,” he gasped, stopping the frantic motion of his hand. He squeezed the base of his cock, not allowing himself to come. Not yet. If they were doing this, he wasn’t going over the edge alone.
“Take your pants off,” he rasped.
“I—”
“You need this as bad as I do. Take your pants off and touch yourself.” He stared at the mattress above him, his cock throbbing in his fist, and waited. He listened to Phoebe’s shaking breath as she slid her leggings down her legs and tossed aside her sweater. He could so clearly picture it, Phoebe’s fingers slipping into the waistband of her panties. He imagined they were pink.
He groaned again at the image and gave his cock a rough stroke.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asked.
“Yes.” Phoebe’s voice was low and throaty, the sound of it sending chills down his spine.
“Good girl.”
She hummed low in her throat at that, and Theo smiled to himself.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes. So wet.”
“Fuck,” he growled. “Pretend your fingers are mine.”
She groaned.
“Those are my fingers circling your clit, Fee. Slow and steady, like we have all the time in the world. Do you feel me?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
God, how he wanted to see her now. How he wanted to see her cheeks flushed pink and her pupils blown wide. He wanted to see her nipples pointed through that flimsy tank top she wore to bed and he wanted to dive face-first between her thighs.
Instead, he stared at the snow swirling outside the window. And listened to the symphony of Phoebe’s sighs and gasps and moans as she touched herself.
“I’m pretending your sweet little mouth is wrapped around my dick.”
“Yes.” The word was nothing more than an exhale.
“And my tongue is on your clit, Fee. Eating you, tasting you, licking you—”
“Fuck, Theo.”
“Yes, exactly like that. Until you scream my fucking name, Fee. That’s how I would do it.”
He could feel her trembling above him, and he was so close now, his own strokes becoming harsh and erratic.
“Slide your fingers inside that tight pussy and pretend it’s me fucking you. Do you feel me? Do you feel me filling you up?”
Phoebe let out a long, low moan and pleasure shot through Theo’s body. “Oh God.”
“Say it, Fee. Say my name when you come.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and then broke.
