Page 80 of See Her

MAYZIE

Jack goes out of camera for a second as he shifts his body, the view on my screen jerking back and forth a few times before I finally have a view of him looking down at me, the long strands of his hair hanging in his face. He must be on his knees, hovering over his phone as I lay on the bed.

“Is your hand in your panties?” he whispers down at me, as if he’s really on top of me and I nod up at him. “Good,” he nods approvingly. “Now, pretend that it’s mine,” he instructs, as I see his hand go below view again. I see another layer of arousal fall over his face, and I can see his shoulder moving, presumably because he’s stroking himself, but it looks so much as if he’s doing it to me.

Oh my God, this is so amazing and sucks so much at the same time. We’re pretending to have sex with each other on video chat. The concept feels awkward, but it’s repeatedly erased by how convincing it looks.

“Ohh,” I moan out, closing my eyes for just long enough to mentally replace my slender fingers with his larger ones. They slide through my wet folds so exquisitely, and he groans in response when I open my eyes to see his arm moving exactly in time with mine. “What are we doing?” I breathe out, a shy smile on my face that he returns down at me, making my heart race.

“The best we can,” he answers, raising a tatted shoulder. “Just relax and pretend with me, baby. Let me make you feel everything I wish I could be doing if I was in that bed with you.”

“What would you be doing if you were here right now?” I ask.

“I’d be tasting every inch of that sweet skin,” he answers between ragged breaths, “while I push my cock in and out of you, hitting you right in that special place you love. And I’d be kissing the hell out of you.”

Like a Pavlovian response, I lick my lips at his mention of kissing as I keep stroking myself, feeling the muscles of my sex clench in response to the moan he lets out. My touch is no match, however, for the hard thickness I know that he’s thrusting into his hand.

Any awkwardness I might have felt at first has passed, leaving me so hot for him. “Oh God, Jack,” I mewl as his dark blue eyes penetrate my own gaze.

“Fuck, I love you,” he growls out, the tendons of his throat straining with the words as his body moves virtually above me.

“I love you,” the words come out raspy as I plant my heels in the mattress, moving along with him against the touch of my hand, trying so hard to pretend that it’s really him, sliding inside of me.

His chain swings back and forth above the camera angle as he thrusts into his hand, breathing heavily between groans.

I move myself against my hand harder, following his lead while I gasp for breath. The ache between my legs is building and mounting, making every skin cell of my body buzz with euphoria.

“Jack,” I barely wheeze out his name as I approach my peak.

“Baby,” he strains out in response. “Ahh… Maze, fuck…” His jaw clenches as he thrusts harder. “I’m going to take such – good – care – of you… next time I see your pretty face.”

He’s losing control, and it’s what sends me barreling over the edge. “Jack!” I cry out when my climax hits and my body writhes to the sound of his grunts and groans, riding each perfect wave.

“Oh fuck…” he huffs out as his face falls out of view, likely into the pillow beside the phone, and I shiver, imagine him burying it in my neck. “Fuck…” he groans out again, though it’s muffled this time, as my orgasm ebbs, each wave weakening with each undulation.

I drop an arm over my eyes as I try to catch my breath from the mind-blowing orgasm.

Jackand I stayed on the phone while we both got water and resituated ourselves in bed for some pillow talk.

Jack relaxes against his pillow, smiling at first, but then his expression turns pensive.

“Are you okay?” I ask. God, this long distance thing can be hard sometimes. Even after having virtual sex, his tightened features have me on edge just a little bit.

"Baby, I'm ready to walk away from it all,” he admits, making my heart squeeze tightly on itself.

“Why? None of it’s gotten better?”

“It’s not that. I feel like we’ve gotten the hang of it, at least I have,” he explains. “For instance, I’ve found that when spontaneous interviews and meet-and-greets get sprung on us, it tends to happen in the late afternoon, so I try to stay alert and not wander too far. Plus, George tells me there’s only so many of those because we’re so new, that there will be fewer impromptu appearances after we go a little distance…”

I prop up my phone and adjust my pillow as he tells me more about tour life and the routine he and the guys have found. Apparently, the pranks have continued, which makes me laugh.

“Sounds like you’ve fallen into a groove and things have calmed down. And it will probably get easier with each tour.”

“That’s what George and Erin say,” he nods, “but, baby, it feels wrong without you here, being a part of it, sharing it with me. I know being on the road is hard as fuck, but this," he moves his hand between himself and his screen, "is so much fuckin’ harder. I'm ready to say ‘fuck it’ and just come home."

“You can't do that, Jack. Think of the guys and what it would do to them. This is their shot, too, and although it may feel like the right thing to do now, down the road I think you'd kick yourself for not seeing it through, and it would wreck me if you didn't go with this as far as it will take you.”

“I know you're right, but I can't stand this,” he says with a downtrodden expression on his face that kills me. “We're man and wife for fuck’s sake, we should be together.”

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