Page 401 of Face Off
The control she offers travels straight through me. I lower my pants enough to free my cock and lean back against the headboard while holding the phone to my ear.
“Put me on speaker.”
A soft tap follows before her breathing shifts farther from the receiver.
“I did.”
“Move the jersey above your waist.”
Fabric slides across her skin. I can picture every inch revealed beneath it, from the curve of her stomach to the soft hair between her thighs.
“It’s up.”
“Spread your legs.”
Her breath catches, but the mattress moves beneath her as she obeys.
“How wide?”
“Wide enough that you feel exposed.”
“I do.”
“Good.”
The word comes out darker than I intend, but Charm releases a quiet moan. My hand moves slowly along my cock while I imagine her on the bed in the crystal-covered jersey, DECKER stretched across her back and nothing covering the body beneath it.
“Touch your breasts,” I tell her.
“Which one?”
“Both. I’m not there to choose.”
Her laugh dissolves into another sound as her hands move over herself. “They feel different.”
“How?”
“Fuller.”
“I saw the picture.”
“You only saw one.”
“I remember both.”
She becomes quiet for a second. “Do you like them better now?”
“I loved them then. I would fucking worship them now.”
Her inhale shudders through the speaker.
“Cup them,” I continue. “Feel the weight in your palms and understand what I would be doing if I were there.”
“What would you do?”
“I would pull that jersey high enough to put your nipple in my mouth without taking my name off your body.”
“Fuck.”
