Free Valentine Wishes (Baxter Academy Book 1) by Jane Charles Page B

stiffen and lift your butt off the bed as you reach…reach…and…come!”
    At that word my body comes apart, exploding from inside out and I bite my lip to keep quiet so that nobody hears me before I collapse on back on the bed, my heart pounding as the stars disappear from my peripheral vision.
    “Even though you muffled your cries so nobody could hear, you still came, hard.”
    I blink open my eyes. “How did you know?”
    “It was all in your breathing.”

    I ’m never going to get rid of this hard on now, not after phone sex with Jackie and hearing her come. Her breathing is still heavy, but getting calmer and I close my eyes, imagining her lying naked in the middle of her bed. One hand still over her pussy, enjoying the lingering effects of her orgasm.
    Finally she blows out a sigh. “Damn!”
    I grin into the phone. “Much better than masturbating alone, isn’t it?”
    “I wouldn’t know,” she says after a moment and for a moment I’m speechless.
    “You’ve never masturbated?”
    “Never felt the need or desire before.”
    Maybe that is one of the many differences between boys and girls. “Well, it’s an art most boys perfect by the age of fifteen.”
    “So, I’ve heard.”
    There’s a smile in her voice and she sounds relaxed. I’m glad she is because I sure as hell am not. “I’ll see you at one?”
    “Not so fast, Boy Scout.”
    She isn’t really thinking of returning the favor, is she? I’d never had phone sex until today, and she hadn’t either. That hadn’t even been my intention when I called. She was on my mind so I thought confirming the time was a good enough excuse to call. But, when she answered, her sleepy, warm voice shot straight to my dick and there was no coming back.
    Hell, she just masturbated for the first time and the very idea that she wants to take me there with words makes my cock harden more. I didn’t even think it could at this state.
    “What are you wearing?” Her voice is deep, husky.
    “Boxers.”
    “Good. So much better than tighty whities.”
    “You don’t like briefs?”
    “Nope, boxers are so much sexier, kind of like hiding the treasure instead of putting it on display outlined in white cotton.”
    “Treasure, huh?” I’ve got the treasure and she’s got the box, and hopefully soon, I’ll be buried in her.
    “Are you comfortable?”
    “Yeah.” Well most of me is. My cock, not so much.
    “Let me see, what to do first?”
    I lie back and wait as she ponders her moves.
    “First, I could feast my eyes on your body. Caress the ridges of the muscles in your arms and pecs, admire your tight muscular body.”
    Really? That is not what I expected to hear, but I like it. Admire huh? I grin.
    “Smooth, with perfect ridges. Strong and hard.”
    I sure hope she thinks the same thing when she actually sees me without a shirt.
    “Your nipples are tight, and I trace around each one with the tip of my finger.”
    I follow her lead, surprised when they get harder. I’ve never even touched my own nipples. When getting off, I went straight to my cock to relieve myself.
    “Touching isn’t enough, so I straddle you, lean forward and swipe each with my tongue before nipping at you, then swiping again to take away the sting.”
    At this rate, I might just come before she gets to my dick.
    “Your muscles flex as I trail my hands down your flat abs and hook my fingers at the waist of your boxers and pull them down slowly.”
    I follow her lead, not wanting to go slow, but it’s what I made her do.
    “There is only skin at first, then hair, and finally, your cock springs free and standing proudly.”
    That it is.
    “I drag the boxers from the rest of your body and toss them aside before I straddle your thighs.”
    If only she was there right now.
    “I don’t touch, just admire your body from your shoulders to your balls.”
    They tighten at her words.
    “My fingers slip beneath your balls, and cradle then roll them in my hand while massaging just