Page 22 of Forever Offsides

I didn’t call her for sex. I didn’t call to see her naked. I called to see her face. So I could get a visual and hear her sexy voice when I asked her out. I’m moving to Boston. It’s a done deal. I want this to not only continue with her when I move there but also become more. Become real.

We don’t talk about the heavy stuff. We don’t weigh each other down with my job is stressful or my day was rough. It’s light, it’s easy, it’s fun. And with that, my days, even my stressful, horrible ones, are so much better.

But I wasn’t expecting this.

Her fucking incredible body with her perfect tits and lickable pussy and all that sweet, smooth skin. I wasn’t expecting her hands all over her body, touching herself, while she moaned for me.

All I can think is: a couple more weeks. That’s it. That’s all it’ll be until I’m in Boston and she’s there. And yes, we both have obstacles like work, but why can’t we find time for each other? I could fall asleep beside her. Feel the warmth of her body and smell her skin and hair on my bed. I could kiss her goodbye and watch as she goes one way and I go another. But fuck, I’d be smiling.

This girl makes me smile like no woman ever has.

I know so much about her, and yet I don’t know the fundamentals. The building blocks that make her who she is. I’ll have to push her. Keep fighting for her. But I’ve never backed down from a challenge, and she’s certainly proving to be that.

I wrap my fist around my cock and squeeze the base so I don’t actually come on the spot the way she teased me that I did.

“Quinn, have you ever played with your ass or only your cunt?”

She pants out a breath. “Only my… cunt.”

“Good. Because when I see you, I plan to shove my tongue so far up your ass, I’ll have you moaning in a whole new way for me. How do you like to make yourself come? With your fingers fucking yourself or playing with your clit?”

She’s flushed, her lips parted to accommodate her extra breathing. I can’t tell if she’s nervous, extremely turned on, or both. “It depends.”

“On?”

“Most times I prefer my fingers on my clit because I can’t get deep enough into my pussy without a toy. But I use those too so, like I said, it depends.”

I love that she uses toys on herself.

“Show me. Christ,” I snarl. “Do you know how frustrating it is that I can’t see your face and your cunt at the same time? If I were between your thighs, I’d have a front-row view of both.”

“Sucks to be you. Pick your poison.”

I grunt and stare down at my cock. Two more weeks and I’ll have her. She’ll be all ours and all mine and that’ll be that. I’ll prove to her that I’m safe. That I’m a good guy. That she should take a chance.

“Your face. Your pussy I have to earn.”

“Good boy,” she praises, and I choke out a laugh.

“Really? Good boy?”

“Absolutely. Now start stroking your cock for me, Rhett. And tell me exactly what you’re thinking while you do it. I want to know your every thought about me. All the things you wish you could do.”

“You’re running this?”

She nods. “I’m running this.”

For some reason, that doesn’t bother me. In fact, it turns me on. My girl takes no prisoners. She’s fierce.

“All right.” Slowly, I drag my hand up my cock. “I’m dry. So I’m wishing I could push inside of you or have your mouth all over me to get me wet and lubed up.”

“What do you normally use to jerk off with?”

I chuckle. “Not much. Precum, maybe.”

“Lame.”

“Baby girl, jerking off is lame. It’s a means to an end, not a source of real enjoyment. Can you prop your phone up somewhere?”