Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(30)

I leaned back against the headboard, settling in to the image of Jordan doing the same.

“Hi, babe. Did I wake you?”

“No. I was just lying here waiting for you to call.”

It felt good. Really good. Most of the time I came home from work to an empty house; occasionally, I found Easy in front of the TV. It felt good to have someone to talk to, even if there was a country between us. Even when I would have preferred her next to me, tucked against my side, her tits and ass cuddled into me.

My balls tightened.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Good. Someone sent me the most beautiful flowers.”

I grinned. “I’m glad you liked them.”

“I loved them. You were the talk of the town this afternoon. Word spread like wildfire and people kept coming into the shop to ask me about the man who sent me roses.”

I laughed.

“I’m not kidding. I sold like two dresses and three bathing suits off of flower foot traffic alone. I probably owe you a commission.”

“I could think of a few things I’d rather have instead.”

Her laughter filled the line, throaty and sexy, and I came to terms with the fact that while I might have been exhausted, my dick was wide-f*cking-awake and ready to play.

“Really?” she teased.

The word escaped with a purr.

Jesus.

Part of me didn’t want to get my hopes up and assume phone sex was on the menu, but I was starting to think phone sex was on the menu.

“You have no idea how badly I want to f*ck you right now,” I half whispered, half groaned.

Her breath hitched on the other end of the line. “Tell me. How do you want to f*ck me?”

Dead. This girl slayed me.

“Spread your legs.”

I shifted onto my side, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear, my hand slipping beneath my boxers, fisting my cock.

“What are you wearing?”

“A lace camisole and a thong.”

Instant visual. I could practically see her tits straining against the fabric, the outline of her nipples so tight, could imagine taking one into my mouth and sucking hard, watching it flush with color as I teased her, could see the outline of it, shiny with my saliva. Marked.

I stroked up and down, my cock jerking against my palm.

“I want your hand between your legs.”

She gave a breathy sigh.

“Stroke yourself over your thong. Finger your clit.”

I closed my eyes, imagining her lying there, her legs spread open as though she were waiting to be f*cked, playing with herself.

“I want to watch you like that one time. Just want to sit in a chair and watch you get yourself off. There’s nothing like you coming. Most beautiful f*cking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“God, Noah.”

“Play with your nipples with your free hand.”

I heard Jordan adjusting in the bed, imagined her in a similar position to me. I’d learned enough about her body in the short time we’d been together to visualize her back arching as she played with her tits, could imagine her writhing as she fingered herself. The visual was . . . f*ck me. My hand pumped harder, my teeth sinking down on my lower lip with a sharp bite.

“Are you wet?”

She gave another breathy sigh that I felt in my dick.

“Yes.”

“Slide your hand under your thong. I want to hear you f*cking yourself with your fingers. Want to imagine you lying there, playing with your clit, all that heat.”

I remembered the feel of her perfectly—slippery and wet, so f*cking warm.

“If I were there right now, I’d have my mouth between your legs.”

Jordan groaned.

“Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be content to just sit there and watch. I’d have to taste you. I’d bury my face in your *, licking every drop. You’d be amazing. So f*cking sweet. I’d want to savor your orgasm on my tongue, watch you shatter against my mouth.”

She groaned again and I increased my pace, images of f*cking Jordan flashing through my mind, the memory of squeezing her ass in my hands, of her sinking down on my cock, riding me, her body milking mine as she took what she wanted, bringing me closer and closer to my own release.

“I’m so close,” she whispered.

“Are you going to come for me?”

I needed to hear it, needed to give her that. Needed to know she’d fall into sleep sated from the orgasm I’d wrung from her.

“Y-yes.”

“Good.”

We stopped talking, the only sound between us the quickening breaths and muffled beats of us chasing our orgasms. And then she moaned, and I listened as she found what she was searching for. I came a minute later, imagining it was her body surrounding me, her hands, her mouth giving me the release I craved.

I fell asleep drowning in her and woke up the next morning with a smile on my face.





TEN




JORDAN

Get up. Get up.

I stared at the woman sitting next to me, willing her to rise from her seat. She ignored me.

Ahead of us, rows and rows of people began deplaning; behind us, another line waited with no gap in sight. If she didn’t claim her place in the aisle to exit the plane, we’d be relegated to the very last ones off, which normally I wouldn’t care about, but considering who I had waiting for me . . .