“Get hotter. Tell me what you do to get yourself off when I’m not around.”
She pushed her sweats and panties down. “I rub my clit, and put two fingers inside me, pumping as if your cock is in me.”
Now it was her turn to feel as if she was ready to come, because the sounds she heard over the phone were driving her crazy. It was almost as if she could hear him stroking his shaft. And his deep, harsh breaths were the most powerful aphrodisiac she’d ever heard.
“Sometime when we’re together, I’m going to show you how I jack off. At the same time, you’re going to rub your pussy and make yourself come for me.”
She widened her legs and slid her fingers deeper inside her pussy, felt it tighten around her fingers as she hurried her strokes. “Yes. I want to watch you stroke yourself, want to see the come spurt out of you.”
“Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to come, Lina.”
“Yes. Oh, yes, Drew. I’m coming.” She couldn’t hold back her climax, and came, letting Drew hear it as she cried out. He returned the favor, increasing her pleasure as he groaned into the phone with his own orgasm.
For a while after that, all she heard was both of them breathing heavily.
“I’m going to need a minute here. Don’t go away,” he said.
“Okay.”
Every part of her trembled as she stood and went into the bathroom. When she came back, she grabbed her tea and took a sip to coat her dry throat.
Wow. She felt dizzy, but she smiled.
“Still there?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“That was fun.”
“It was.”
“Not as much fun as it would have been if I was there with you. But it’ll do until I see you again.”
“I’ll definitely sleep tonight now. I thought for sure I’d pace all night long. Thank you, Drew.”
“I’ll talk to you again tomorrow night after my game, if you’re up for it.”
She smiled. “I’m definitely up for it.”
“Night, Lina.”
“Good night, Drew.”
She hung up and laid her phone down, staring at all the paperwork she’d carelessly tossed onto the floor. Her most important work, cast aside in favor of phone sex.
She giggled and kneeled to pick it all up and re-sort it.
Sometimes even important work had to be put aside for really great sex.
TWENTY-FOUR
CAROLINA COULDN’T HELP THE SURGE OF PRIDE AND absolute awe as she watched her brother modeling her clothes. Gray had the perfect form for modeling, and as much as he hated it, he could walk a runway. The fit was excellent and wouldn’t need much in the way of changes at all.
“God, that guy is hot,” Evelyn said as she sat in the chair next to Carolina.
Carolina grinned. “And your hormones must be surging.”
“That they are. But I’d think he was hot even if I wasn’t pregnant.” After the staff hustled Gray into the dressing room for a change, Evelyn turned to her. “You’ve done an amazing job, Carolina. I’m going to want to order all those clothes for Gray. He looks hot as hell in them. I would say, like they were made for him, but really, they were.”