Page 19 of The Throwback

“There’s my pretty girl,” I say as she pulls the covers back and settles on the mattress, wiggling in so she’s just right against the pillow. I take the opportunity toadmire how gorgeous she looks while doing the most mundane things. Her flawless skin glows brightly in effortless contrast to her sparkling green eyes and chestnut brown hair. Even at twelve years old, there were times when I’d fixate on her features, wondering how it was possible for something so beautiful to exist in the world. I may not have been the smartest or most observant kid, but you don’t have to be to see that Bailey Hart is exceptional.

“I hate this,” she whines. “How is it that I can’t even count on one hand the number of nights I’ve slept next to you, but the bed feels so empty right now?”

I chuckle. “Well, if you count all those nights when we were younger where we fell asleep on your floor and I had to sneak out before the sun came up, you’d need handsandfeet.”

She smiles softly. “I almost forgot about that. It was always easy to do with you. I felt so safe and protected. Like I knew that nothing would get me as long as you were right there.”

“Nothing’s changed, baby,” I reply. “I’d die before I’d ever let anything hurt you. You own my heart. You always have.”

“I miss you,” she says, lying back. “I wish you were here.”

I smirk. “That so? What would you do if I was?” I’m hoping to lighten the mood a little because any heavy conversations we have, I want to have in person. When the time comes to lay all my cards out on the table, I want to look into her eyes and hold her hands as I do it.

“Hmmm,” she says, tapping her lower lip as if she’scontemplating her answer. “I’d make you sit at the foot of the bed while I slowly spread my legs, showing you exactly how wet I am just thinking about all the things you could do to me.”

Oh, fuck yes.

This is exactly what I was hoping would happen tonight. I want to show her that, even if we agree to do long-distance, I can still take care of her needs. Of course, I want to be able to touch her and kiss her and fuck her whenever I want, but if that isn’t how our relationship begins, I’m fully committed to doing whatever it takes to make her happy.

“Mmmm,” I hum in approval, sliding my hand down and squeezing my semi-hard cock. “What else, Bay? Touch yourself and tell me.” She obeys, and I can hear her hand as it moves under the sheet. The phone shifts slightly and her mouth drops open, showing me that she’s got her fingers exactly where I wish mine were right now. A soft breath escapes her lips as she continues.

“I’d beg you to tease me until I was dripping, and then I’d do anything you asked just to feel your mouth on me. I’d ride your tongue until I came, over and over, just the way you like it, before asking you to put me out of my misery and finally take me the way I know you’ve wanted to all week.”

“Fuck, Bailey,” I breathe as I pull my boxer briefs down my legs and toss them aside, wrapping my fist around my length and squeezing. “You’d be such a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? I just know you’d let me rub that tiny little clit until it was swollen andaching. Every touch would make you cry out for a release. I wouldn’t torture you that long, though. That’s not what I want.” I spit in my hand, stroking myself nice and slow because there’s no way I’m going to blow yet. Not until I get her there.

“Reach into the nightstand drawer,” I tell her. “Your vibrator and lube are in there. Can you be my sweet, obedient little puppy and take them out?” She gives me the subtlest side-eye, but leans over and retrieves her toy, holding it up to the camera as she bites her lip.

“Perfect,” I praise. “Open those beautiful thighs and prop the phone up on my pillow between them so I can see what’s mine.”

Doing as she’s told, she takes the pillow from my side of the bed and gets everything settled. She spreads her legs, and the sight of her in just my shirt, with no panties on and her perfect cunt on display, makes me want to tear the walls off this place to get to it. My mouth waters with the lingering taste of her on my tongue—a taste that I greedily took before I left—but it’s not enough. I want more.

“Look at that good-girl pussy,” I say. “So pretty.” She smiles shyly while she waits for direction, showing me that she’s ready to submit. The thought has me somehow getting even harder as precum leaks from the tip of my cock, begging for me to speed up my movements.

“Get it nice and slick with lube,” I instruct. She squirts the clear liquid onto the main part of the toy, and I raise a brow, telling her without words that I want thewhole thingready for her to take. It has a line ofgraduated anal beads on the rear side, which we didn’t play with when we used it before. But tonight?

I plan on making my girl scream from three floors away.

She covers the beads in lube and tosses the bottle aside. I can tell she was very generous with the application, so I make sure to let her know she’s in charge. If she’s nervous about any of this, she has the power to end it.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do with me, Bailey. Ever,” I tell her. “I never want to hurt you or scare you, and I promise I’ll never intentionally do either. Use your safe word if you want to stop at any time.”

She tilts her head, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I want this, Jett. You could never scare me. I trust you.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, settling back onto my pillow and flipping the camera so she can see what she’s doing to me. “Look how hard that makes me, baby. The fact that you’re giving me your pleasure even when I’m not in the room. My cock is aching for you.” I swipe my thumb over the tip, collecting the wetness and dragging it back down the shaft. I can hear her breath hitch as I do. “You sound so wound up,” I coo. “My poor baby. Go ahead and press that toy to your clit for me.”

“Okay,” she replies quietly, turning it on the lowest setting and touching it to her already swollen bundle of nerves. A small moan of relief falls from her lips, sending me into overdrive with the need to hear her explode.

“Oh, that feels so good, huh?” I say. “Get yourself nice and close so I can fill that pussy and ass.” She gasps at my words, and her eyes roll back as they flutter closed. I can’t wait to watch her come like this. I continue jerking myself off, making sure she has the perfect view of my lower abdomen as the muscles contract on every upstroke. “Are you ready for more?”

“Y-yes,” she pants. “Will you please fuck me, Jett?” I almost lose it just from the desperation in her voice. I can’t tell you with absolute certainty that I’d be able to stop myself from actually taking her pussy if I were there. I’m glad I don’t have to make that choice, because I meant what I said. I want her to be ready for forever with me when she lets me inside her body for the first time. So for now, we’ll have to settle for pretending.

“Such a polite girl, asking so nicely for this big cock,” I praise. “Close your eyes and slide it in for me. Just a little bit, though.” She obeys, and I watch with rapt attention as she slowly brings the tip of the toy to her entrance and pushes forward, her mouth dropping open as it disappears about a quarter of the way. The anal beads are pressed against her puckered bud, and I can tell that’s why she stopped where she did. If she goes any further, the first one will be inside.

“Have you ever done anal play?” I ask softly. We should’ve discussed this prior to starting, but I didn’t sense her hesitation until just now.

“No, but I want to with you,” she says quietly, but I can hear the sincerity in her voice. I can also tell how turned on she is from the vibrations, so she should be relaxed enough to take it. The beads are no bigger thanmy finger at their widest, which gives me a great idea on how to make her feel more comfortable.

“Okay, baby,” I say. “Do me a favor and keep your eyes closed. Imagine that’s my cock you’re hugging between those gorgeous pink pussy lips. I’m going to go in further, and I’m going to finger your ass at the same time, okay?”

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