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  “Yes, yes it does.” I switched to the other breast. I was getting wet somewhere else too.

  “I can hear it in your voice, Carly. You’d like the way I’d suckle you into my mouth. You might not be a handful but you’d be a perfect mouthful.” His voice was a low, hypnotic murmur. “I could take you all in, your nipple and your flesh. I could suck you to the back of my throat while my hand worshiped your other breast. It would be so hot, so hot and wet it would make you squirm. You’d put your hands over my ears and hold my head tight. You’d arch your back toward me and beg me not to stop. How does it sound, Carly? Would you enjoy that?”

  “It sounds good,” I replied, lodging the phone between my ear and shoulder. I cupped both hands over my breasts and squeezed and massaged. Imagined the heat and the wetness he was describing. I wished he were there for real doing it. I could hardly wait until he was.

  “You’re making me hard,” he said. “The image of you lying there, touching your tits and pretending it’s me is so fucking hot you wouldn’t believe.”

  I thought of his erect cock. Bulging and red. The head shiny and twitching above his taut abdomen. “Brick.”

  “Yeah?”

  I stalled. Could I? Dare I?

  “What do you want?” his voice was low and persuasive. “Tell me, honey?”

  “I want…” My mouth was dry and I ran my tongue around the inside.

  “Anything you want you can have. You’ve just gotta say,” he coaxed.

  We were silent for a moment and then I said, “I want you to touch your cock and imagine it’s me.”

  He gave a quiet laugh. “You’re a naughty girl,” he said. “But if that’s what you want…”

  I became aware of my pulse pounding in my pussy. “Yes, it’s what I want.” I paused and pulled in a deep breath. “Are you doing it?”

  “I’m waiting for instructions,” he said quietly. “What would you do if you had my dick in front of you? I need to know, exactly.”

  “Okay.” I tugged at my bottom lip and summoned the courage to continue what we’d started. “I’d wrap my hand around the shaft.”

  “Whereabouts?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Middle, top or bottom.”

  Oh my god. Such sweet options. “Bottom,” I said. I was quiet for a second then, “Are you doing it?”

  “Yeah, but your hand is dinky compared to mine, it would feel so much sweeter.”

  “It would, but try to imagine.” Hell, I was managing pretty successfully. “Now squeeze until you feel your own pulse. My fingertips would be absorbing it, so would my palm.” I paused. “Now pull your hand upward, slowly.” My own hand left my breast and as I pictured Brick masturbating and listening to my voice my fingers slipped beneath the elastic of my panties. “When you get to the top, before you reach the head slide back down.” I skimmed over my nest of soft curls and across my swollen clit. “Does it feel good?” I asked, tipping my pelvis.

  “Yeah, honey, you’re good all right.”

  I spread my legs wider and pushed through damp folds of flesh. Searched out my entrance and circled the hot ridges on either side. “Keep doing it until I tell you to stop,” I said, “and describe what it looks like, what if feels like.”

  “It’s very, very hard,” he said in a deep voice. “And all the veins are engorged with blood.”

  I shut my eyes. “Is your hair down there blond?”

  “Brown, light brown.”

  “Like the hairs on your stomach.”

  “How do you know I have light brown hairs on my stomach?”

  Shit, now he knows I stole a peek. “Just a guess.”

  “Yeah, a good guess, like the hairs on my stomach.” He was quiet for a moment. “Would you use your mouth on me?” He sounded so comfortable and confident, as if he was prepared to go for hours.

  “Yes, but not yet.” I caught a gasp as I pushed one finger inside myself.

  “Where are your hands now, Carly?”

  “Where do you think?”

  “I think you’re touching your pussy.” He paused. “Am I right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you rubbing your clit or dipping inside?”

  “I’m inside.”

  “One finger or two?”

  “One.”

  “You’d better get two in if you’re gonna be able to fit me in there.”

  He was so full of himself. I loved it. “Okay.” I doubled up, clamped my vaginal muscles and shoved in to the second knuckle.

  “You doing it?”

  “Yes, yes, I am.” I could hear the desire in my own voice.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Tight, really tight and dripping with moisture. It’s hot too, hot and snug.”

  “It sounds like heaven,” he said quietly. “Are you imagining it’s me in you?”

  “Yes.”

  “My fingers, my tongue or my dick?”

  “Your dick.”

  “Would you want it fast or slow, Carly. What would you prefer?”

  I was still thinking of him burying himself in me up against the wall in the hallway. “Fast and hard.” I set up a speedy rhythm, so as I pumped my fingers my palm caught on my clit. It was impossible to keep my breathing controlled as an orgasm began to rise.

  “Fast,” he said. ”That suits me very well, and would that be before or after you took me in your mouth?”

  “After.”

  “But you haven’t told me how you’d do that yet, honey. You’re jumping ahead of yourself.”

  I switched the phone from my hunched shoulder to my other hand. “Are you still pumping your cock?”

  “Of course, you didn’t tell me to stop.”

  “Are you doing it quicker?”

  “Nope, you didn’t tell me to.”

  Oh, he’s a stickler for the rules.

  I withdrew my fingers and kept a climax sitting comfortably under control by just teasing my clit. I visualized his cock in front of me. Instantly my mouth watered. I could almost taste his saltiness and see a shiny drip of pre-cum balanced in his slit. “Stop pumping and make a circle with your thumb and index finger,” I said as my pelvis tipped for more of my own friction.

  “Then what?”

  “After I’d gently licked the head,” I said thoughtfully, “and made your dick twitch with impatience, I’d open my mouth. That’s the circle you just made. That’s my open mouth.”

  “You’d have to open wide, honey.” There was lust and humor in his voice.

  “After I’d opened my mouth so wide, so wide my jaw ached,” I said firmly, “I’d grasp your shaft and then slide you over my slightly curled tongue, my palate and right to the back of my throat.”

  “I hope you’d be careful.”

  “I wouldn’t bite you.” I was indignant. I’d done it before. Really rather successfully so I’d been told.

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “I don’t understand?”

  “You’ll have to be careful of my ring.”

  “What ring?”

  He chuckled quietly. “The ring I’ve got through the end of my dick.”

  Oh. My. God.

  He had to be kidding me. “You’re not serious.”

  “I’m hitting the back of your throat, honey, this is not the time for jokes.”

  “But…” Even in my wildest Brick fantasies I’d never imagined a cock piercing. But it had just taken a starring role. It was so kinky, so wickedly sexy. “Really?”

  “Yes, really. You’ll see for yourself soon.”

  “But why?”

  “Why?” he huffed. “Because it will feel great when I’m inside you. It’s right through the tip, a thick silver ball ring.” His voice deepened. “And when I push up and stretch you around my girth, it will rub over that sweet little patch of yours, that little hot spot high up inside. And as I thrust, in and out, it’ll make you groan and moan and cry out for more in a way you never thought you would.”

  I cou
ldn’t control a whimper of pure lust. My eyes fluttered shut as I pictured the piercing. All shiny and rude, asking to be licked and sucked. “That changes things,” I said.

  “How do you mean.”

  “Well, before I sank you to the back of my throat, I’d give your ring some special attention.”

  “I like the sound of that.” His voice was low and husky.

  “I’d take it gently into my mouth.”

  “Go on.”

  My mind whirred. What the hell would I do with it? “I’d swirl my tongue around it and over it, tasting it and letting it touch my teeth.”

  “Mm, that’s nice.”

  “Would it make you harder?”

  “Honey, if you did that I couldn’t get any harder without actually coming.”

  “Perhaps I’d fondle and tickle and tug until you came. Until you came in my mouth.”

  “But then I’d miss burying myself inside you.” His voice softened to an even sexier drawl. “And you’d miss out on the best orgasm of your life.”

  I didn’t doubt it for a second. Brick, even just talking about sex, blew every other sexual experience I’d ever had out of the water.

  We were both quiet. I was aware that his breathing had picked up and it was nearly, but not quite, matching mine. I resumed pushing my fingers inside my pussy. Let the heel of my hand rotate over my clit again. I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. I was beginning to tremble with the need to orgasm.

  “Do you want to come now, Carly?”

  I should say no, come quietly without him knowing, keep the control. Make him come as if I was not as desperate for it as he was. But I couldn’t wait. I was hypnotized by his voice and the images he was creating. It was like watching the hottest porn movie ever and having a leading role in it. “Yes,” I whispered. “I want to come. I want you to talk to me while I come but, but I want you to come too.”

  “It’s gonna be good. Just do as I say.”

  “Okay.”

  “Shut your eyes and picture me above you. My mouth wet from our kisses and my pupils wide.”

  “Mm.” Easy enough to do.

  “Feel my weight pressing on you, heavy and solid, but I’m not squashing you, I’m propped on my elbows.” How could he speak coherently? I’d lost the ability to say a word of more than two syllables.

  I felt the first catch of my climax. My pussy wept even more moisture onto my thrusting fingers. I kept going. I could actually feel the weight of his divine body over me, sense the heat radiating off him and smell his delicious scent.

  “Your legs are around my waist and my dick’s at the entrance to your pussy,” he said with a definite tightness in his tone. “The head and the ring is pushing in, slowly this first time, super slowly because you’ll need a chance to relax those quivering pussy muscles and accommodate me.”

  I let out a whimper and added a third finger to my pussy.

  He was quiet for a moment and I could just make out the sound of friction down the line, the rub of skin on skin. A small moan came out on one of his breaths.

  “I’m easing in now,” he said in a strained voice. “You scrabble for my shoulders, your eyes wide, but I keep pushing up, keep taking what I want from you. And all the time I’m traveling into your core, you’ll feel the ring. Smooth, cool and so, so hard.” He paused. “Can you feel it? Can you feel it where you need it most?”

  “Yes, yes.” I was reaching the point of no return. My clit was about to erupt in a fountain of pleasure.

  “Is it good?”

  “So…good.”

  “And once you’ve taken me right to your limit and my balls are pressing up against your butt, I’ll pick up the pace. That’s when I’ll fuck you hard and fast, just like you want it. Do that for me now, honey, make that busy little hand of yours work.”

  I did as he asked. “And you,” I said breathlessly, “You need to match my pace, we’re joined.”

  “Yeah, we’re joined all right,” he said as breathlessly as me.

  And then it was there. My orgasm hovered for a blissful second before crashing through my body. “Oh, oh, god, yes…I’m coming.” My fingers drove in hard and fast, my palm flew over my clit. “Come with me,” I gasped into the phone as lights flashed before me and my whole pelvis contracted. “Oh, oh…Brick.”

  “Ah, Jesus. You sound fucking beautiful when you…ah, yes. Fuck.” He made a long low moan that swirled into my ear and settled deep in my chest.

  My whole body sank boneless into the mattress. My hand stilled but remained lodged high in my trembling pussy.

  I couldn’t speak.

  “You okay, honey?” he asked after a moment. “Was that good for you?”

  “Mmm,” I managed.

  He gave an appreciative chuckle.

  “You came too?” I asked. I needed to know. I needed to know I wasn’t the only one who’d got caught up in the moment, in the imagery and the softly spoken but filthy words.

  “Honey, if you could see the mess on my belly you wouldn’t have to ask that question.”

  I pulled my hand from my pussy and looked at it shimmering in the muted lighting. The thought of his feathered stomach hairs and tight abdominal muscles coated in semen was enough to make me come all over again. Pearly globs of sticky white trailing from his slit and that ring. Oh my god, that ring. And to know he’d come just talking to me, talking about fucking me, was way better than anything I could have planned. A smile spread on my face. I knew that soon, real soon, we’d be doing it for real.

  “Do you feel satisfied, Carly?” he asked.

  “Sort of.”

  “What do you mean?” He was moving about, perhaps wiping himself clean.

  “Well, I guess it’s a satisfaction I’d place somewhere in between masturbating and having a proper fuck. A bit like having a burger without the meat. The bun and salad is nice enough and fills you up but there’s definitely something missing.”

  He snorted in amusement. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He paused. “You’ll be flying into New York Monday, right?”

  “Yes, I’m arriving midafternoon.” After a long train journey, but if he thought I was flying that was fine. “The show recording isn’t until seven.”

  “I’m flying straight there tomorrow from Seattle with Phoenix so we’ll be ready for the interview. There’s only three of us, apparently the rowers dropped out.”

  “Well I guess I’ll see you on the hot seat.”

  “Yeah, can’t wait.”

  “Brick.”

  “Yep.”

  “Good night.”

  He was quiet for a moment. As though surprised I was ending the conversation. Then, “Good night, honey. Sweet dreams.”

  I clicked off the phone. I’d have sweet dreams all right. The sweetest damn dreams of my life.

  Chapter Four

  “So have you met Ray before?” the makeup girl asked as she put the finishing touches to my lipstick.

  “No.”

  “He’s real nice, quick-witted though. You’ll have to have your brain in gear.” She giggled. “And he’s cute too. I got to do him last week while his regular girl was in the Bahamas on her honeymoon. He chats and jokes the whole time, he’s a real flirt.”

  “Mm, okay,” I said, glancing in the mirror at the shade of raspberry red she’d used on me. “That’s a really nice color.”

  “Yes, it goes well with your dark hair and your tan. It’s got a bit of gloss added too, so it makes your lips look plumper, like you’ve just been kissed.” She giggled again. “Kissed hard.”

  I leaned a little closer. She was right, that was how my lips had looked after Brick had kissed me on Friday afternoon. A little swollen and puffy, bruised almost.

  “You can have it if you want.” She held out the silver tube. “It was a free sample and I picked up ten.”

  “You sure?” I looked at the fancy name engraved on the side.

  “Yeah, go ahead, just use it wisely. It makes you look like a vamp.” She
gave me a wink and began to pack her bag of brushes and palates of colors.

  I stood and studied my reflection again. I was wearing skinny black jeans teamed with spiked silver stilettos. A tight black halter and big hooped silver earrings. My hair had been straightened and sprayed until it shined so much the lights reflected in it when I moved. I had on more makeup than I’d normally wear. The whole look was sophisticated, sexy, but still showed off the super-fit, toned body beneath. Athletic girl out on the town—perfect, my velodrome counterparts would hardly recognize me.

  I turned and checked out my rear view. Yep, super-hot. I hoped Brick would love the way the jeans hugged my butt and how my legs went on forever before ending in the dominatrix stilettoes.

  “Time to get going, Miss Flannigan, you’re on in five.”

  I turned and looked at the crew member sticking his head around the makeup room door.

  “Sure.” I took a deep breath. I wasn’t really nervous about doing the interview on live TV. I’d spoken to journalists and sports commentators after races hundreds of times on programs broadcast worldwide to billions. This was just the USA, only millions. Of course then I’d only ever really been talking about what I knew best, racing, and now it was going to be about the Promises Foundation. But my agent had clued me in, plus I’d been given a list of questions I was likely to be asked, so I had answers ready in my head.

  I followed the crew member down a winding corridor. People bustled past in all directions shouting into earphones and clutching clipboards. We pushed through several swinging doors and turned so many corners I completely lost my bearings. I kept thinking I might see Brick around the next corner or through the next door. But it wasn’t until we turned into the actual studio that I saw him.

  Through the huge black cameras on giant silver wheels, trailing wires and hanging spotlights, I saw him sitting on a long gray couch. He was having a wire threaded down the back of his pale blue shirt. He laughed at something he’d just shared with Ray, who sat on the opposite couch with his legs crossed and his arm stretched along the backrest.

  I walked over and stepped onto the tiled platform, being careful not to slip on the smooth floor in my high heels.

  As soon as the men saw me they stood.