Page 17 of Puck Me at Midnight

I lean back on the bed, already feeling the tension build in my body. This is exactly what I need to take my mind off the loss. I type slowly, letting each word sink in.

ME: “Well, I’m thinking a few kisses to start, but maybe some hands-on attention. You know, just making sure every inch of you feels how badly I want you.”

She doesn’t respond immediately, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. But then her reply hits my phone, and I grin when I read it.

EM: “Spike, you’re driving me crazy.”

I let out a small laugh, my breath quickening.

ME:“Good. You should be thinking about me. Because when I get home, I’m going to show you exactly how much I’ve been thinking about you. How much I want to feel your skin against mine.”

Her reply comes quickly as if she’s been waiting to hear those words:

EM:“I’ve been thinking about you too. And I can’t wait to feel you close. I want you to kiss me like you mean it. Touch me like you’re never going to let me go.”

My pulse races at the thought, and I can’t help the low groan that escapes my lips.

ME:“Fuck, Em. You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.”

The next few texts come through faster, as if we’re both too impatient to wait any longer.

ME: “Trust me, sugar. When I get home, I’m going to kiss you senseless. I’m going to take my time with you, feel every inch of you under my hands. And then I’m going to make you beg for more.”

There’s a long pause. I can feel the heat building between us, even over a text message. I’m already imagining what it’ll be like when I get back. The anticipation is killing me. But then, her reply comes through, and it’s all I need to push me over the edge.

EM: “I want that. I want all of it. Make me feel everything, Spike. Don’t hold back.”

I let out a shaky breath, feeling the heat flood my body. Without thinking, my hand moves to my zipper and pull out my hard cock. How I wish it was her hand on me instead of my own.

ME:“I’m going to give it all to you, Em. Every second of it. You’re going to feel like you’re the only thing in the world when I get back.”

My phone rings, and I glance at the screen. Emma. I answer quickly, my voice low and husky. “Hey, sugar.”

“Spike,” she breathes, and I hear the same hunger in her voice. “I wish you were home. I want you so badly.”

The sound of her voice, so intimate, so desperate, makes me groan. I can’t help myself. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“I think I do,” she teases, and I can hear the soft rustle of sheets on the other end. “Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”

I close my eyes, picturing her in those oversized sweaters, the way she looks so effortlessly sexy in them. “I want to kiss every inch of you. I want to feel your body under mine. I want you to feel my hands on your skin, my lips everywhere. I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to keep going.”

Her breath hitches. “Spike…”

“Are you touching yourself, sugar?” I ask as I squeeze my dick tight in my fist, wishing it was her.

“Maybe,” she answers coyly.

“Tell me. Tell me what your doing.”

“Um…” she shyly continues, “I’m touching myself.”

“I know that, sugar,” I say with a laugh. “I want to know exactly what your doing to that sweet little body of yours.”

“I’m running my finger around my clit, pretending it’s your tongue.”

“Fuck.” I’m close to coming from hearing those words from her mouth.

“Are you going to come for me?”

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