Page 165 of Just for the Plot

“Besides lotion your nipple, I guess.”

“Because how is that sexy to you?”

“Is it sexy to you?” she counters.

I think about it, because if she was standing in front of me, topless, lotioning her nipple, I’d probably have the hardest fucking time keeping my hand off my dick.

“Uh…yeah,” I answer, my mouth growing dry the more I think about it.

She chuckles. “That’s what I thought. You’re too easy, Bennett. Then again, so am I. And I’m so horny. I’ve been reading this book, and I swear, it’s one chapter of plot and one chapter of sex, flip-flopping consistently. I used my vibrator this morning just to ease some of my tension.”

My dick grows even harder.

“Why didn’t you call me; let me watch?”

“Guess I didn’t think about it.” She smirks. “Would you have watched?”

“Are you kidding me with that question?” I ask as I pick up the phone and head to the bed, where I whip my towel off and climb under the sheets.

“Perhaps.” She smirks and then sets her phone down so I’m staring up at the ceiling.

“Uh, not the view I was looking for.”

“I know. Give me a second.” I hear her rustle around and then after a few seconds, the phone moves again and seems to be propped up against the lamp on her nightstand, but she’s still not in view.

“What are you doing?” I ask just as I hear the sound of a vibrator turn on. “Bower,” I groan. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Do you have a problem with this?”

“Uh, fuck no,” I say as I whip off the blankets.

“Then let me see you.”

“Uh, you’re the one not showing yourself.”

“For good reason.”

“And what’s that reason, because my tongue has been all over your pussy.”

“Just…because.”

“Valid argument.” But because I don’t want to ruin this moment and what she’s giving me, I decide to give her the full show. I set the phone up on the nightstand and prop it against the lamp as well, then I stand in front of the camera, showing off my entire naked body, erection and all.

“My God, Bennett, you’re so freaking hot.” She lets out a moan along with a sigh. “Are you going to stroke yourself?”

“Do you want me to?” I ask.

“I do.”

“Good, because I’m hard as fucking stone.” I start to stroke myself, already turned on to the point that I’m able to use some pre-cum to help my hand glide.

“You have a huge dick, Bennett. I love it.”

“Well, you taste like fucking heaven, and I wish you were here right now, because I’d be doing all the work with my tongue, not that vibrator.”

“I’d use the vibrator on you,” she says, still not showing her face. It’s driving me nuts, because I just have to go by the buzzing sound and her breathless tone.

“Where?” I ask, squeezing my dick a little harder.