She closed the door, washed up, and put on a tank top, then climbed into the bed in the guest room she’d been assigned. She worked on her laptop, posted some photos to Facebook and tweeted, caught up on her email, then set her laptop aside and turned out the lights. She stared up at the whirring ceiling fan while she mentally rehashed the day in her head.
There was a lot in her head, from her conversations with Carolina to the questions surrounding Gray’s relationship with his father to the heat-inducing sex she’d had with Gray in this very room earlier today. She smoothed her hands over the cool sheets, recalling the desperate way he’d taken her, the way it had felt when he was inside her, the way he’d made her come. He knew her body, knew what it took to bring her right to the brink, then make her fall.
Her body swelled with arousal. She softly sank her teeth into her bottom lip and slid her hand into her panties, her mind filled with visuals of Gray sinking into her today.
Then her phone rang.
“Crap.” She turned and looked at the display.
Was he psychic? She grabbed her phone and clicked it on.
“Gray.”
“You sound out of breath. What are you doing?”
“Uh . . . nothing.”
“Where are you?”
“In my room.”
“What are you doing?”
“I was restless.”
He was silent for a moment, and she could imagine him smiling. “And just what are you doing alone in your room, Evelyn?”
“Thinking about you and hating that I’m not in your room.”
She heard shuffling. “Oh, yeah? Is that why you’re out of breath?”
“You could say that.”
“Were you touching yourself while you were thinking of me?”
He made it so easy. She settled back against the pillows and cradled the phone against her ear. “Yes.”
“Do it again.”
“What are you doing?”
“Now that you’ve made my cock hard, I’m stroking it.”
She took a deep breath. “I feel like a teenager.”
“Did you ever have phone sex when you were a teenager?”
She stifled a laugh. “No. I’ve never had phone sex at all.”
“Then you’re about to have a first. What are you wearing?”
She laughed. “A tank top and panties.”
“Did you slide your hand inside your panties and stroke your *?”
The man had to be psychic. “That’s what I was doing when you called.”
She heard his low hum of approval. “Then I’m glad I interrupted you before you got to the really good part.”
The sounds he made as he shifted in bed were driving her crazy. She had to use her imagination to visualize what he might be doing.
“We could . . . video chat, you know.” She knew what kind of phone he had, and he did have that feature.
“Hmm, we could, couldn’t we?”
She pressed the button, and within thirty seconds his face was on the screen. He gave her a lopsided grin. “You look sexy.”
“It’s dark in your room.”
“I like it this way. That way you can see me, but not really see me.”
All she could see was his face and upper body, but she saw his shoulder move.
“What are you doing, Gray?”
“Rubbing my cock. When you answered the phone, you made that out-of-breath sound you make when I’m fucking you.”
She sucked in a breath and shifted down, then spread her legs, sliding her hand over her sex. “I didn’t know I made a certain sound.”
“Oh, I’ve memorized all the sounds you make. Your breath catches when I rub your clit or suck your *. And your moans—I really like those.”
She slipped her hand in her panties, and released the sound he liked, grateful that his parents slept downstairs. “This is a little wicked, doing this in your parents’
house.”
“That’s what makes it fun. If my mother wasn’t such a light sleeper and didn’t get up several times a night, I’d be in your room taking your clothes off right now.”
“I’d like that. I really wanted to go to your room with you tonight.”
“Pull your straps down, Evelyn. Let me see your breasts.”
It was hard to maneuver the phone with one hand and direct the camera in the right place, but she dropped the straps on her tank top, revealing her breasts.
“Nice. I wish I was there to suck them.”
Her * tightened with arousal. She brought the camera back so she could see him. “When you say that, I get wet.”
“That’s good. Touch yourself for me, tell me how wet you are.”
“Hang on.” Anxious to be rid of her panties, she pulled them down and left them at the foot of the bed, then picked up the phone and spread her legs, patting her sex, teasing her clit, letting him watch her face as she tucked two fingers into her *.
“Oh, that’s so good.”
“I like watching you, Evelyn. Will you do that for me in person sometime?”
“Yes. Only if you’ll touch your cock for me at the same time.”
He rolled to his side and she watched his arm. “I’d love to jack off for you.”
She found her clit and caressed it, using the heel of her hand to apply the right amount of pressure as she kept her fingers busy inside her *. “I wish you were here, that you were inside me.”
“I’d like that. My balls are tight and my cock’s so hard it’s ready to burst.”