Jaci Burton by Nauti, wild (Riding The Edge) Read Free Book Online Page B

endings.
    “Liar. What are you wearing?”
    His demand, spoken softly, made her want to tel him.
    “Nothing.”
    “You’re naked.”

    “Yes.” She could barely get the word out. It was like she was
    standing in the same room with him, showing him.
    She heard a rustling on the other end, wished she knew
    what he was doing.
    “The thought of you naked makes my dick hard, Ava.”
    Now it was her turn to rustle. She reached up and slid her
    thumb over her nipple, then squeezed her eyes shut as the
    sensation shot between her legs.
    “Does knowing that make you wet?”
    “Yes.”
    “Does it make you want to touch your pussy?”
    She didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to have this
    conversation with him. And she didn’t want to hang up.
    “Answer me.”
    “Yes, it does.”
    He inhaled and blew it out. A sound of frustration, of need.
    She’d never heard anything more erotic in her entire life.
    “Do it. Touch yourself for me.”
    “Oh, God, Rick. Please.”
    “Yes. Touch your pussy. You know you want to.”
    She did want to. She’d wanted to for hours. And somehow,
    doing it because he’d asked her to was like Rick putting his
    hand there. She moved her hand under the covers and
    cupped her sex, couldn’t hold back the gasp as sensation
    shot through her.
    “Feel good?”
    “Yes.” But she needed more. Much more. “Rick.”
    “Yeah.”
    “What are you doing?”

    “Stroking my dick.”
    She squeezed her thighs together, images pummeling her.
    How was he doing it? Was he naked, too, or were his jeans
    unzipped, just his cock visible? She wished she could be in
    the room with him, watching him touch himself.
    “Do you like knowing I’m stroking myself while I talk to you?”
    She swal owed. Her throat had gone dry. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
    “Rub your pussy for me, Ava.”
    She rocked her hand against her pussy. Her clit trembled,
    the tight bud hard and aching for her touch. She split her
    fingers, capturing her clit between them, feeling it swel and
    burst with pleasure. It was so, so good. She couldn’t hold back
    her whimper of pleasure.
    “I love hearing the sounds you make. Does it feel good?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tel me what you’re doing.”
    “Resting my palm over my pussy. Teasing my clit with my
    fingers. Rick, I’m shaking al over. I’ve . . . never done this
    before.”
    “Good. Do it for me, then. I like listening to you. I like hearing
    your deep breathing.”
    She shuddered out a sigh. This was wicked. She pressed
    the heel of her palm against her clit, and let her fingers dive
    down along her pussy lips. She was wet, hot, anticipating
    being fil ed. Sadly, al she had were her fingers, but she tucked
    two inside. And moaned.
    “Christ” was Rick’s reply. “What are you doing?”
    Now she felt the power of what she was doing, and how it
    affected him. She pul ed her fingers out and pushed them in

    again, her hips rising off the bed to meet them. “Fucking
    myself with my fingers.”
    “Shit. Yeah.”
    Now Rick was the one out of breath and making noises,
    and she had to admit it drove her crazy. Because she couldn’t
    see, she could only hear. And imagine. It drove her pleasure
    higher, faster, made her so close to coming she had to back
    off.
    Not yet.
    She was panting now, listening to the sounds Rick made,
    straining to hear everything. She could swear she heard his
    hand moving along his cock, the rhythmic stroking in tune to
    his hard, fast breaths in the receiver of the phone. She’d never
    seen a guy jack off before. Now she wanted to more than
    anything.
    “Ava.”
    “Yes.”
    “I want you to come for me.”
    “Yes.” Faster now, she moved her hand, her fingers, digging
    the heel of her palm against her clit and driving her fingers
    deeper inside her pussy.
    “Tel me what you’re doing.”
    “Spreading my legs. Fucking myself. Making myself come.
    Oh, God, Rick, I’m coming now.”
    “Fuck. Yes. Come on.” He groaned, loud, a deep, guttural
    sound and she