Anne’s mind would be whirling if she still had one. If she were still a person and not a tangle of sparks frantically searching for anything to help her burn.
Trembling, she whispered, “I need you to fuck me.”
Sadie whimpered, just once. So quietly that Anne almost didn’t hear her.
“And I don’t want you to be gentle. Don’t worry, I can take it. Whatever you want to give me, I’ll take it. I’ve been practicing.”
Another wordless noise, and then, “Anne—”
“Fill me out. Isn’t that how you put it?” She couldn’t stop. “What you fantasized about when you couldn’t sleep? Except there was another woman involved. Josephine, right? She was the one filling me out while you listened.”
“Oh no,” Sadie moaned, and the deep, needy shudder of it told Anne everything she needed to know. “Oh—n-no, oh, please—”
“That drove you crazy, didn’t it? I can see why. The thought of another woman in your place. Taking the pussy that belongs to you.”
A shocked cry, almost a sob. “Anne!”
“It’s not some imaginary woman’s, Sadie. It’s not anyone else’s. It’s yours. Do you like hearing that?” Anne lifted her hips off the chair and, in one fast movement, yanked off her pants, her underwear, too, throwing them to the floor.
“Oh my God,” Sadie choked out, “oh God,yes, y-you—please, oh please, please—”
Not wasting any time, Anne parted her thighs and slid one finger between the lips there. She pressed it against her tender clit, sharp shocks of pleasure arcing through her. “You’ll claim me tomorrow. You’ll make me beg for it.” It came out like a plea.
“Oh—”
“Talk to me, honey. Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.”
“Between my legs,” Sadie got out, “heel of my hand—grinding hard on it—ahfuck—”
Thrusting against her own hand, Anne moaned. The ache inside her was screaming to be filled, louder and deeper by the second.
“What are you—?”
“Pulled my pants off—touching my, my clit—”
A pause, and then Sadie said, low, breathless, “Spread your legs wide, sweetheart. Show me what’s mine to use.”
Anne couldn’t stop the wail that came out of her throat. Without thinking, she obeyed immediately, and the stroke of cool air against her damp flesh made her feel shameless.
Her hips lifted. If Sadie were here, she’d see how pink and puffy she’d made Anne, wouldn’t she? Would she hold Anne’s slit apart with her fingers, look at the slippery skin there, watch as the little hole fluttered and pulsed?
Sadie was making a whole string of tiny noises in Anne’s ear, little breathy cries.
“Need it,” Anne gasped, which made her need it even more. “I have to have something inside me—”
“You need to be so full, don’t you?” A threadbare whisper. “Use your fingers. Fuck yourself and let me hear it. Will you do that for me? Will you give your pussy what it’s made to take?”
Anne clenched around nothing—hard.
“Girls who listen,” Sadie said roughly, “get to come.”
“I—” Anne managed. She stood up, fast enough to get dizzy. Grabbed her phone. And then she raced to the bedroom.
The needy animal between her thighs felt like a hot and heavy weight, each of her steps nearly unbearable as Sadie’s hard breaths sounded through the phone clutched in Anne’s hand. She would grab the lube out of her bedside table drawer—shehadto grab the lube; she’d regret not preparing herself, no matter how turned on she was now—
“Oh, I have to do it,” she wailed, and with a soft whimper, she tossed the phone onto the bed in front of her, braced one handagainst the comforter, spread her legs, and drove two fingers hard inside herself.
The cry that burst from her throat was nearly a scream.