Page 115 of Stroked by (Stroked)
Leaning into the phone, Paisley whispers, “She straight-up had a wet dream.”
Coming up from behind, Melony is preparing for war by the way her hand rests on her hip and her lips quirk to the side.
“You know, Reese, it was a really long flight. We talked about a lot of things, isn’t that right, Paisley?”
Right then and there, my girl perks up and her face sobers. “Don’t you dare—”
“Paisley sprays your cologne all over her body before she leaves your house so she can smell you all day.”
“How dare you,” Paisley says, causing me to laugh.
“Baby, that’s hot. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“She sprays it on her underwear,” Melony adds with a smirk.
“No, I fucking don’t,” Paisley practically screams. “That was made up, Reese. I don’t spray my underwear with your cologne.” The phone is dropped and my view is of the ceiling now as I hear Paisley and Melony wrestling and laughing.
From a distance, Paisley calls out, “Melony actually really likes Hollis.”
“Fuck . . . you.” Melony grunts just before she calls out, “Paisley used to have a poster of you on her wall in college. You were the first person she ever masturbated to.”
“MELONY,” Paisley screams in horror. “Oh my God.”
That really gets my attention. “Hey,” I call out over their wrestling, “Paisley,” I say a little louder but get nothing.
“I can’t believe you told him that.” Paisley’s voice sounds strained and I really wish I could see what the hell is going on.
“Yeah, who cares? Now Reese is going to run off and tell Hollis what you said.”
“Paisley,” I call out louder. “I’m going to fucking hang up if you don’t pick up this phone.”
That gets her attention. I hear a thud and then a scramble to the phone. The camera focuses on my girl, her hair askew as well as her shirt.
From behind, I see Melony stalking her prey and before she can pounce, I say, “Melony, give me twenty minutes alone with Paisley, and I swear on everything I won’t tell Hollis what you said. But you have to give me some time.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Why should I believe you?”
“Because getting my girl off over FaceTime is a hell of a lot more important to me than my loyalty to Hollis, so go hang out in the lobby so I can have some privacy.”
Stomping off, I hear her say, “God, you two are gross.”
The door to their room shuts and from the blush on Paisley’s face, I can tell we are truly alone now.
“I’m embarrassed . . .”
Why do I have to be in a different room than her? Why, at this moment, do we have to be so close, yet so far apart? All I want to do is wrap her in my arms and kiss the blush right out of those cheeks of hers.
“Why are you embarrassed?” I ask. “You should be ashamed.”
“Ashamed?” she asks, a little taken aback.
“Yeah, I blatantly asked you if you ever masturbated to a picture of mine and do you remember what you said?” She bites her bottom lip, not saying a word. “Pretty sure you said, no. So, you can understand my confusion when Melony says you had a poster of me on your wall and you stared at me when touching yourself for the first time. So which is it, Paisley? And don’t lie to me again, you won’t like the consequences.”
She continues to nibble on that lip of hers, making me grow hard as hell in seconds. “Um, what Melony said is true.”
“Fuck . . . that’s hot,” I mutter.
She flops her body on the cushions of her bed and from my viewpoint, I can see she’s not wearing a bra. Her shirt clings to her, showing how round and full they are. Her nipples are hard and I wonder if they are aching for my mouth, for my touch.
