Psycho: Road Wreckers MC by Ellie R. Hunter

Author:Ellie R. Hunter [R. Hunter, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-26T16:00:00+00:00

Hey, beautiful. How’s your day been?

Seeing that he sent the message twenty minutes ago, I type one straight back.

It’s been good. I took Thomas out for pizza when we left the park. How’s your day been?

I didn’t ask him what business was taking him out of town, but I’d be lying if I haven’t been wondering what it is exactly that he does.

I wait for his response, but my phone rings instead. Answering, I say quietly, “Hey.”

The usual butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I bite down on my bottom lip.

“I hope you don’t mind me calling.”

To look at him, you’d think he was full of confidence. But sometimes I catch him with his guard down, and I feel like he’s just as insecure as I can be.

“Of course not. I’m glad you did.”

“Good. What are you up to?”

“I just got into bed.”

“Oh yeah? What are you wearing?”

My cheeks instantly heat. “A nighty.”

“Just a nighty?” he asks.

“Yes.”

A low growl comes down the line, and the hot stirrings Louis brings out of me flare up.

“I fucking wish I was with you right now.”

Feeling braver over the phone, I flirt… big time.

“What would you do if you were?”

“Oh, babe, how I’m feeling right this second, I’d fucking split you in two.”

Suddenly, the room is too hot, and I kick my leg out from under the duvet.

“You’re missing me, then?”

“Yeah, you could say that. I bet you’re wet just talking to me.”

His insecurity vanishes, and I laugh.

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t think it, I know it. Touch yourself and tell me I’m lying,” he urges.

I don’t need to. If he were here, he’d be able to slide straight into me. Him just being near, or hearing his voice, gets me going every time.

“It doesn’t really matter. You’re not here to do anything about it.”

“Is that what you think?” he says, his voice gravelly.

My heart begins to thump, and I nervously anticipate where he’s going with this.

“I want to hear you make yourself come.”

“You do?”

“Just because I’m not there, doesn’t mean fuck all. Hearing you come will get me through till I next see you. Slip your hand under the sheets and tell me how wet you are.”

I’ve never done this before, but I do as I’m told and dip my middle finger just inside my entrance.

“Are you doing it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you wet enough to slide your finger inside?” I slowly withdraw my fingertip and push deeper.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Finger fuck yourself until you come. Imagine it’s my cock.”

I don’t only imagine he’s here, and that it’s his cock inside of me. I imagine him on top of me, his lips tracing soft kisses along my collarbone, his warm breath hitting my neck, and his tongue trailing over and around my breasts.

“Oh, God…”

“How does it feel?”

“So good… Oh yes…” Working my finger faster, my back arches as the euphoria builds.

“I wish you were here,” I pant.

“Me too. Come for me, babe. Let me hear you.”

Withdrawing my finger, I rub my wetness over my clit.

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