Revved Up Soul

Chapter 20

Jasmine

Just getting home, Jasmine turned the lock on her front door and looked at the recent call that she missed; she had gotten it during her call to St.Augustine. Alejandra, but no voicemail. The hour was nearing eleven now and her feet were terribly sore.

Her heart even more so.

Jasmine wished not to have more days like today. She slipped off her shoes and meticulously placed them in the little shoe cubby by her door; taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack before padding over to the couch, too tired to take off any more of her clothes. Still have to shower. It sounded amazing – but it was so far she questioned if she would be able to make it.

Letting herself fall down onto the couch, a wave of relief filled her body and everything seemed to fade away. The image of Luke's brown and blue eyes penetrated her mind, a tight knot forming in her chest and a golf sized ball of need made itself known between her legs. She had been made so wet from earlier in the day, Jasmine figured she would have to throw them away. Her senses lit up when she thought back on the hardness of Luke's cock pressing up against her stomach in the stairwell, the taste of his warm and moist lips against her own – the way he caressed her neck with little affections and bites.

She needed him, she needed all of him. It was impossible to deny, her heart wouldn't let her – her mind would not let go of him and her body burned at the slightest mention of him. Her nipples stiffened into hardened nubs in anticipation of calling him.

Jasmine had called St.Augustine and pulled up the information on Luke Reynolds – she knew it wasn't the most morally respectable thing to do. In fact, it was quite a bit stalkerish . . . it was definitely stalking. Oh god she'd actually sunk low enough to stalk a man, hells bells. She flicked her fingers across the screen of her smartphone, landing on Luke's contact number – Jasmine waited in silence for what seemed like hours, but in truth were only a couple of excruciating, long minutes of nervousness.

When the pressure in her chest was finally too much to bear, she pressed the call button and brought the phone to her ear. Come on, pick up you sexy asshole – you know you want to. Don't make a girl have to take care of herself alone, Jasmine slowly sent a hand down to her crotch and cupped it tight – feeling the heat of her sex. It was warm and wanting.

Finally a voice came from the other end, low and puzzled. "Hello?" Luke's voice shot another hot rod of need through her body. "Who is this?" She could make out the sound of water in the back.

"Who do you think, cowboy."

". . . Jasmine?" He laughed low and dark, "Oh doctor Giuseppe, you clever girl, how did you . . ."

"You have your ways, I have mine," she purred. "Figured it was time I had your real number anyway. But here's what really matters: I miss you," her breath hitched in her throat, "and I—I have something, a problem," she rubbed carefully her sex through the fabric of her pants and underwear, "that only you can take care of."

There was a moment of heated silence between the two, as Jasmine could only presume Luke's mind turned as it quickly came to figure out her so called 'problem'. "Jas . . ." he said, a hint of sorrow in his voice.

"Come on," she pursued, letting her fingers wander between her legs – the ends of her stiff nipples pulsing with delight. "Just tell me you missed me," she mewled, "a very special part of me is missing you really bad right now."

She could hear the man suck in a tight, hot breath over the line. He won't last long, just needs a couple more pushes.

"Think about me baby," she said, undoing her slacks and slipping a hand inside of her damp black panties. She felt dirty and dark and wild with lust. "My pussy can't stop thinking about your cock," a breath escaped Jasmine as her fingers traced the lines of her wet womanhood. "Luke . . ."