Chapter 30
TYLER
“How’dit go with the bathrooms?”
It’s one unfortunate assignment Lucy got stuck with. I know she likes her boss and all, but after something like that, I’d be rethinking my loyalties.
I have no doubt the assignment was about as bad as it sounded. Really? Checking out dirty bathrooms? Isn’t that an OSHA violation, or some other sort of crime against both humanity and the universe?
If it were me, I would have told my boss to take a hike, but then I’d also be out of a job, which I know is the last thing Lucy wants to happen.
And in spite of it all, she lifts her chin as she gets ready to fill me in. Yeah, she dealt with this like a boss.
Alone in my hotel room, I adjust my phone by propping it inside one of my sneakers so I can lean back on the bed with my arms behind my head. It’s been a long-ass day of travel, and I have to say the highlight is checking in on Lucy.
While it’s three hours earlier where she is, she’s already in her fluffy bathrobe with her hair hanging wet around her face. I don’t tell her, but her robe is falling open, providing a tiny view of the swell of her breasts, and she looks so fucking sexy I am already getting a stiffy. Some relief is definitely in order, at least before I can meet the guys for dinner at our favorite steak place.
Sitting on her living room sofa, she props up her own phone.
She sighs. “It was about as putrid as you would think, and if you want gory details, read my article when it comes out because I cannot repeat the horrors I saw without losing my lunch. It’s done, it’s behind me, and Michaela loved the ‘edgy commentary’ I provided,” she says, using air quotes.
“Damn. I’m sure that shit was bad. Excuse the pun. I’m sorry you had to go through that. But glad your boss liked your work.”
Lucy laughs. “She better fucking like it or I may have to hurt her. As it is, when I got home, I threw away all the clothes I was wearing and took the world’s longest, hottest shower. I’m pretty sure I used up all the hot water in my building.”
Goddamn. And now I’m picturing her in the shower, standing there under rivers of steaming hot water, all sexy and soapy, with someone like me to help scrub her down.
“Sounds like you need a little special attention.”
She gives me a coy smile. “You have something in mind, mister hockey man?”
And… here we go.
“In fact I do, darlin’. Why don’t you lean back on the sofa where you are and prop your feet on either side of the phone?”
She juts out her bottom lip, and I nearly come right there. “I can’t do that. I’m not wearing any panties.”
That’s what I’m talking about.
“You won’t get in trouble,” I say in my best stern voice.
She leans closer to her phone and her robe falls open, giving me a full shot of her lovely tits. “Are you sure?” she coos.
“Promise, baby.”
“Well. Okay.” She leans back onto the sofa and props her feet on the coffee table so the phone is aimed directly between her legs. Her robe falls open, giving me a perfect view of her bare pussy.
I reach my hand inside my sweats and stroke myself. “Baby, you know how hard you have me right now?”
Goddamn. My view of her could not be more perfect. Her phone is positioned perfectly so my view of her pussy extends all the way up her body, past her tits, and to her pretty face.
“You’re hard?” she asks. “Can I see?”
I slide my sweats below my ass and hold up my rock-hard cock, squeezing myself at the base to stave off what I know will eventually be a roaring orgasm. I can’t blow my wad too soon.
“Can I see you stroke it some?” she asks, running her fingertips over her tits.
“Yeah, baby,” I say, gripping myself. “Let’s see you play with your pussy at the same time.”
She giggles. Her fingers wander down her body, stroking her soft skin, until they land at the top of her slit. She slides a finger between her lips. “Too bad this isn’t your tongue.”
“It will be, baby, the second I get home. I’m gonna lick you from your clit to your ass, tasting every inch of you.”
“And then what?” she asks, two fingers now stroking her inner pussy. She’s opening herself just enough to let me see a little of her pink interior. But I want more.
“I’m gonna lay you back on that sofa and suck your clit while I fuck you with two fingers. You’ll come so hard I have to hold you so you don’t fall off.”
“Mmmm, that sounds nice,” she moans, zeroing in on her hard clit.
“That’s it, baby, keep going,” I say, my balls starting to tighten.
Fuck, I wish I were there.
“What next?” she whispers, speeding up her strokes.
“I’d flip you over and put you on your knees so I can see both your pussy and your asshole. I’d hold myself just outside your opening until you started wiggling your behind, begging for me, and then I’d give you some of my dick, just enough to stretch out that tight pussy. At first you beg me to go no further because you can’t take it, but after I pulse a little, you want more.”
Lucy’s breath is coming fast and hard as she keeps going on her clit with one hand, the other squeezing a nipple.
“Just before you come, baby, I wet my thumb and rub it around your asshole. You love the sensation and push back against me for more until I pop it inside?—”
“Oh, oh, fuck, Tyler,” she cries, her whole body convulsing right there in front of my face while she writhes from the kind of orgasm I hoped I’d get to witness.
This triggers my own explosion. I make sure my dick is still on camera and shoot my load, loving that she’s watching every spurt and pulse of my cum.
“Baby, that was so fucking hot—” I start to say.
Bam, bam, bam.
“Hey, ninety-day lover boy. Get your ass out here. It’s time for dinner,” Jonas yells through the hotel door.
Holy shit. I scramble for the phone before Lucy hears anything.
“Who’s that?” she asks, rushing to cover herself. “What’s going on?”
“Hey, the guys are here for dinner. I gotta go, okay?”
She smiles into the camera and blows me a kiss. “Have fun,” she teases, and ends the call.
I’m gonna kill these guys. I really am. “Just a minute,” I holler, rushing to the bathroom to clean myself up.
“What are you doing in there, man? We heard you talking,” Rake says through the door.
“Dude, you think he’s got a girl in there?” Jonas asks.
I pull on some jeans and yank the door open. “Jesus. I was getting ready.”
They look me up and down, and I realize I haven’t combed my hair or put on shoes. “What’s that white stuff on your sock, man?” Rake asks.
He and Jonas look at each other. “Oops. Our boy was spanking the monkey. You watching some good porn?” they ask, barging into my room.
“Ha, there’s the evidence. Phone propped up in shoe,” Jonas laughs.
I scramble to pull my sneakers on so we can get the hell out of here.
“Come on, losers, let’s go.”
The two of them rib me all the way down the hall and into the elevator. I give them one-word answers, counting my lucky stars Lucy didn’t hear a word of what they said, and wondering if at some point my luck will run out and with it, let loose the secret of my dirty bet.