Page 50 of Unexpected Prejudice

“That’s not good enough.”

“I’m fingering myself on a bed.”

“Fuck,” I groaned.

His provocation stirred something deep inside me, and I was possessed with heat I was unfamiliar with. He was becoming an obsession and all I could think about was tracking him down, pinning him to the bed, and fucking him senseless.

“I need to find you,” I grunted as I opened another door and shut it right back. My hand gripped the handle as I tried to calm my frustration and stop from touching myself.

“I need you to find me, too.”

Oh, god.

He was leading me on like a dog on a leash, and it was driving me crazy.

“How about this…” he purred through the phone. “You tell me what you’ll do to me once you find me, and if I like your answer, I’ll give you a clue.”

My mouth went dry, and I closed my eyes as I imagined his naked body on full display beneath me. I wasn’t awkward around sex or shy. I was actually pretty good at it. Sure, the first time he gave me head, I reacted like a dumbstruck virgin and could barely say a word, but this? Shay-Lee was putting me through a test, and I knew that if I wanted this to happen again, I’d have to pass on the first go.

“I’ll start by kissing every inch of your body,” I said. “First your lips, then your neck, your nipples. I love your nipples.”

“You do?”

I groaned. “Yeah, so fucking much. They’re pink and perky. Always looking so sexy and ready to be bitten.”

“Not so shy anymore, are you, Jordan?”

“I was never shy. Just surprised.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t like shy guys,” he said. “So, after you suck my nipples, what then?”

“I’ll start licking my way down to your cock while admiring your smooth, sexy-as-fuck body.”

“I’m smooth all over, you know. Not even a single hair from my waist down.”

My eyes flew open, and I pressed my fist to my mouth as my cock throbbed between my thighs. I had to find him.

“Good, ‘cause I love a smooth body. I’d suck your cock and get your hole all wet and stretched to take me.”

“I’m already stretched for you, Jordan. Just come and find me.”

“Then tell me where you are.”

He clicked his tongue. “Na-ah. You didn’t tell me enough.”

I looked down at my painfully hard dick and closed my eyes, remembering all those times I jerked off to the thought of him. So many fantasies I was about to fulfill, but first, I had to say them out loud. To let him hear how much I wanted him.

“I would lay you flat on your stomach and fuck you from behind.”

“Would you make me beg?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Yes, Jordan. I would love to beg for your huge cock to wreck my wet, greedy hole.”

Holy fuck.

I wasn’t the type to like dirty talk. Most of the time, I found it annoying when my hookups did it, but Shay-Lee? He was a fucking pro.