Page 108 of Stroked Long
“Are you frustrated now? Are you wet, Ruby?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know? Are you touching yourself?”
“No, I can feel it with ever stroke of the sheets across my skin. The feeling is addictive, sensual, almost as good as your hands. I can’t stop my body from squirming, letting the sheet rub against my hard nipples, against my spread legs. I’m tingling everywhere, so turned on. Every sense I have right now is heightened, just waiting for your command.”
Goddamn it. My dick swells and I have to stop holding myself altogether. Visions of Ruby, naked, and in bed are clouding my brain, seeing her squirm, her legs spread, that pretty pussy spread and waiting for me.
Fuck. Me.
“Where is your vibrator, Rubes?”
“Next to me.” Her breathing is heavy. I’m definitely saying all the right things.
“Pick it up and place it against your clit but don’t turn it on. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me when you’ve done what I’ve told you.”
“I’m there. Are you touching yourself?”
I didn’t think I was until I feel my hand sliding up and down my dick. Shit, I have no self-control. “I am.”
“How is that fair? Can I at least move the vibrator?”
“Don’t you fucking dare. Hold it still and take a couple of deep breaths. Close your eyes and feel the sheets rub against you with each breath. Feel their cool touch scrape against your nipples. Feel the press of the vibrator against your clit, think of it as my tongue, just resting there, edging you so fucking hard, baby.”
“Oh God, Bodi. I’m throbbing with need. Everything in my body is numb, please let me turn it on.”
“Not yet, Ruby. Be patient, beautiful. Now take a few more deep breaths while you slowly, and I mean fucking slowly, move one of your hands up your stomach. I want you to feel the contour of your hips, your belly button until you’re just below your breast. Can you feel the weight just above your hand? That soft, silky skin, teasing your finger?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Move your index finger along the underside of your breast, the vibrator still placed against your clit. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe. My clit is pounding with need, Bodi.”
“Are you picturing me? Can you see how hard I am for you right now? How much you turn me on? Fuck, Ruby, my cock is unbelievably hard right now, I can’t help but squeeze the tip of my cock, envisioning my hand as your tight pussy, barely pulling me in. Only the tip.”
“Bodi, please.” There is a small cry in her voice and I can tell she’s on the verge of losing it, just where I want her.
“Run your finger up to your nipple and pull on it, Ruby. Pull on it hard. Roll your nipple between your fingers, just like I do.”
“Yes, oh God, yes. I’m going to come soon, Bodi.”
I’m pulling hard on my cock now. I can feel the strain in my neck, the burn in my forearm from my vigorous pumping. I’m going to come right along with her.
“Turn on your vibrator, Ruby.”
“Fuck,” she draws out, the faint buzz of her vibrator sounding off in the background. “Oh God, yes. Yes, Bodi. Fuck, I’m coming.”
Her cries are my undoing. I squeeze my cock hard, allowing my seed to coat my stomach, as everything around me turns black, and all I hear are Ruby’s moans, and all I feel is pleasure rippling through my cock.
“Fuck, yes, Ruby. Fuck it’s so good.”
We both ride our orgasms, our breathing heavy into the phone, our moans echoing in our rooms. I just pray I wasn’t too loud. Given the shitty build of the dorms, anyone could probably hear me.
