‘Miss you too, Blue.’ The admission of such rolls off my tongue too easily—but she deserves my honesty, and I could never lie about how much I miss her gorgeous body. I hope I’ve caught on right when I ask, ‘You tired?’
‘Nope,’ she answers instantly.
Fuck, okay.
She better be thinking the same as me because my cock is already thickening in my pants.
‘You wearing anything?’
‘Nope.’
‘Fuck.’ The image of her completely bare—full breasts spilling over, damn grabbable hips on show, pretty pussy with that sweet patch of blonde hair above it—has my cock making a tent of my jeans. ‘I wish I could touch you right now, Blue. You gonna touch yourself for me instead?’
Her gulp on the other end is audible. ‘I can do that.’
Innocence laces her words, as if this wasn’t at all how she expected the phone call to go, even though I know she’s just as much the devil on my shoulder as she is the angel. There’s this bold, passionate side to her that unearths itself around me in small ways, and sex seems to be one of those instances. And I’ll happily indulge in being the vessel for her liberation.
‘Please, Blue.’ I yank my cock free, fisting it and giving myself the relief I need. It doesn’t come close to the feel of Honey, whether it’s her mouth, hands, or pussy, but I’ve got a vivid imagination, and her on the other end of the phone to trick me enough.
‘Touch that pretty pussy for me,’ I order her, my voice strained as I give my cock slow strokes. The urge to pump myself harder when her sweet whimper sounds down the phone takes a lot to fight, but I need to make myself last. ‘Tell me what you’re doing, Blue.’
‘I’m—I’m circling my clit.’
‘Yeah? Getting yourself nice and wet for me, sweetheart?’
‘Mhm,’ she mewls, a symphony of hushed whimpers following as she plays with herself. Her noises of pleasure get me off too easily, and I let my mind drift off to them, keeping my strokes lazy until I know she’s ready for more.
‘Can you slip a finger inside?’
There’s a long silence, and then she gasps, ‘Two.’
The delicious sound has my cock jerking in my hand. I’m so damn jealous of her fingers right now, knowing they get to feel the soft, hot velvet of her.
‘So fucking greedy tonight, Blue. Wish it was my cock inside you right now. Wish it was your tight cunt I could feel around me instead of my fist.’
‘Yes,’ she just breathes out, like I’ve spoken her very thoughts aloud.
I can’t help but groan, an almost growl-like noise vibrating in my throat at the distant, wet sounds coming from my phone as she pumps her fingers inside of her, accompanied by her trembling breaths. It’s a fucking melody is what it is. I wish I could record it, listen to it over and over. The noises for meonly.
Mischief fills my mind then. ‘Hey, Blue? Where’s Gray sleeping?’
‘In the bedroom next to mine.’
I bite down on my lip hard as I quicken the pace of my hand, squeezing tighter while trying to battle my looming release. ‘You playing with yourself while your ex is in the room next door? Thinking of me fucking you while he’s asleep?’
‘Mhm,’ she whimpers.
‘Filthy girl,’ I chuckle out, pleasure rushing up my spine at the thought. At how I can tease this side out of innocent little Honey Goldman. Always have. ‘And here I was thinking you weren’t a rule breaker, Blue.’
‘Can’t help it when it comes to you,’ she murmurs back. ‘Never have.’
That’s fucking right.
‘Sawyer,’ she squeaks out—and I know she must be close because she’s struggling to be quiet. I hope she can’t fight her moans when she finally comes. I hope Gray hears, hope the walls are thin. So he knows that she’s being taken care of by a real man.
‘I’m here, Blue,’ I grit out, trying so hard to hold back from the release I’m barrelling towards. But I can’t, not before she does. The thought of finishing to the sound of her coming is too enticing. ‘You can let go. Wanna hear you come, sweetheart.’
Her muffled cry is all I need to go over the edge myself. I frantically lift my T-shirt just in time for my climax hitting me—an explosion of euphoria that has me groaning as I finish over my stomach, imagining it’s Honey’s perfect tits I’m painting instead.