Page 35 of Not So Fast
“I’m…uh…well…”
“Just say it, Mia.”
“I’m rubbing my clit. In tight little circles.”
“And?”
“Every now and then I stop and put a finger inside myself.”
“How wet are you right now?” He cupped his balls with the tips of his fingers, choking the base of his cock and rubbing it up and down with his thumb.
“Dripping.”
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “But I want you to come, too.”
“Oh, I will. I just need to know when you’re ready.”
“I’m so close.”
“I am, too.”
“You lead the way. I’ll follow.”
She hummed her appreciation into the phone and he kept his eyes clamped shut tightly, pumping his hips as he stroked his cock, all while imagining what it would be like to thrust into her over and over again. The pressure coiled so tightly in his body he thought his head might snap off. Over the line, Mia’s moans were the sound of pure bliss. He wanted to listen to her make that noise forever.
“Talk to me, Mia.”
“I’m so close. So close. I just need a little help.”
He wasn’t sure he had much more dirty talk in him before he rocketed into space, but he wasn’t about to let her down. “I wish you were straddling me right now. Riding my cock so hard. I wish you could lean down and kiss me so I could spread my hands across your ass. I wish I could lick your nipples—”
From the other end of the line came a sudden loud gasp and he knew she was there. He pumped his cock only two moretimes, then the release came hard and fast, all over his stomach. Thank goodness for wipeable furniture. He took a moment to compose himself, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. He could still hear Mia humming her appreciation.
“Wow,” he finally said.
“I know. I’ve never done that before. Honestly, I always thought it sounded improbable, but that was super hot.”
“It was.”
It also wasn’t enough. All the frustration in his life, everything he was holding on to in his body, would be there again tomorrow. All his hard work kept leading to results that simply weren’t enough. Every sacrifice he and his family had made could end up having been for nothing. He couldn’t take the pressure anymore. He needed to hold on to something good.
“When do I get to see you again, Mia? Can you come to Monaco? I’ll book your flight right now. I’m one of the only drivers who doesn’t have a place there, but I have a suite at the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo. We can do this in person. I’d like that if you want that, too.”
“Do you have any idea how badly I want to say yes?”
“Then do it. Say yes.” He hated how much hope pinged around in his body.
“I have a race watch party scheduled that Sunday. For my podcast listeners. At a bar, here in Austin.”
And there it was—his old friend. Disappointment. “Right. You talked about that on your podcast, didn’t you? I’m guessing that’s important.”
“It is. Almost one hundred of my listeners have RSVP’d. People are driving in from Dallas and Houston. One woman and her best friend are flying in from LA.”
It sounded like a big deal, and he couldn’t blame her forputting that ahead of an invitation to Monaco. His career took center stage for him, too. “Sounds amazing. I’m sorry I won’t see you, but I understand.”
“We can figure something out, right? And I’ll definitely see you when you come to Austin. I mean, if that’s what you want.”
