Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

But I shouldn’t have fucked with him like that. Much less enjoyed it. Maybe I was the nutjob I’d accused him of being. I let the phone fall facedown on the mattress, hand coasting down my abdomen to my thickening cock as my eyes drifted shut. I imagined a different version of last night. The alternative facts version where instead of hurling accusations and venom at each other, Mark buried his fingers in my hair as I lowered to my knees and unzipped him, his eyes wide and feverish with lust as I wrapped my lips around his cock. Breathless, needy gasps of sound and pleas falling from his lips when I sucked him until he lost control and bucked into me. Or maybe it was my cock pummeling the back of his throat, my hand buried in his strands, my mouth uttering filthy directives while he choked around me. I groaned with arousal, with latent envy, with a tangled mass of emotions that struggled to find any outlet other than this one. I lost it and shot all over my hand, then fumbled around the floor until I encountered something suitably soft that turned out to be a sock. It’d do. After wiping myself off, I opened the message thread again. But what the fuck did I say after last night? How’s your face? I typed, then erased it. Wanna do it again? Another immediate erase, and one that left me chuckling to myself. Yeah, I was definitely walking some tightrope-tiny sanity lines. I’m sorry. That one I lingered over the longest, letting it remain in the window as I scrolled back through ...