Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Aspen - I don’t think you’re ready to know what I’m doing in here.
Fuuuuuuck.
How am I supposed to come back from that?
I hear a laugh from the room next door, and suddenly the humming goes from a slow pulse to a rapid buzz. “Oh fuck,” she grits out, her words taking me captive as my fist works up and down, tightening at my tip and trying to keep myself in control. But fuck, there’s no denying it now. All sense of control slipped away the second I figured out she was the woman from Vixen last night.
My fingers have never moved across my screen faster.
Izaac - Need a hand?
Aspen - You wish!
A wicked grin cuts across my face. I had no intention of going in there. We’re both drunk, and giving in to my impulses now would be fucking reckless, but nobody said I can’t have a little fun with it. Besides, I’ve already crossed the line. What’s the point in trying to backtrack now?
Izaac - Who do you think of when you fuck yourself, Aspen? Is it me? Do you picture the way I’d bend you over and slam into your tight little cunt, taking you so fucking deep that you feel me in your throat?
Ding.
My fist jerks furiously, my hips jolting with excitement as I listen while Aspen scrambles for her phone again. She groans, and as I look at my screen and watch as the read receipt appears below my text, I grin.
“Holy fucking shit,” I hear murmured through the drywall.
The three bubbles appear at the bottom of the screen, letting me know she’s responding, then they promptly disappear. A second passes, and they show up again, but just like before, they disappear again.
Izaac - Answer me, Aspen.
Izaac - Now.
Izaac - Do you think of me when you fuck yourself?
I’ve never been so impatient for a response, and then finally, when the three little dots appear, they don’t fade away until there’s a new text appearing below mine.
Aspen - And if I do?
Aspen - Does the idea of me thinking of you get you hard? Are you fucking yourself right now and wishing it was my mouth on your cock? My tongue working over your tip?
Fuck. And here I thought I was the one being bold. But how the hell am I supposed to answer that? I can’t be honest. I can’t tell her the filthy things that have been going through my head all night.
Izaac - No.
Aspen - Don’t lie to me, Izaac. You might be able to hear me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hear you. These walls are paper thin, and you’ve stayed in that guest room more than enough times for me to know exactly what it sounds like when you’re getting yourself off.
Well, shit.
I guess there’s no point denying it then.
Izaac - Checkmate.
Izaac - Tell me exactly what you’re doing. I need details.
There’s a slight pause before she starts typing again.
Aspen - My fingers are brushing over my skin, right at the apex of my thighs, while my vibrator works my clit. It’s so fucking sensitive. I wanna come, but I can’t. I’m so fucking desperate, but it’s not enough. I need more.
Izaac - Ride your fingers, Aspen. Picture me as you push them inside your sweet little cunt.
“Oh, God,” I hear from next door, the hum of her vibrator getting more intense as she works through the levels. My hips jolt, my fist tightening around my cock as I furiously fuck my hand. I clench my jaw, needing this moment to last a lifetime, but knowing that it will never compare to how good it felt while actually being inside of her.
She’s the forbidden fruit, and I’m the snake in the garden, all too willing to take what I can’t have.
Aspen - Or…you could just come in here and I’ll ride you instead.
Izaac - Don’t fucking tempt me. If I walk in there right now, we both know what’s going to happen, and that’s not a line either of us is willing to cross.
The sound of her vibrator fades away and my movements slow, wondering if I’ve just fucked this up.
Izaac - Don’t stop, Aspen. I’m not coming until I hear my name on your lips. Now ride your fucking fingers and think of the way my cock would fill you to the brim, stretch your walls until the point of pain. I know you’ve wondered how fucking big I am. Now picture the way I would take you.
The read receipt appears and the vibrator starts again, setting a wide grin across my lips. My breath becomes labored as just the thought of what she’s doing pushes me right to the fucking edge. Her needy groans and pants sound through the wall, pushing me further.
Aspen - Holy fuck, Izaac. If you had any idea how wet you’ve made me…