Page 89 of Edge of Unbroken

“Okay.” I get up and make my way to my door to lock it. “This is a new one for me.”

I’m nervous for some reason. I’ve never shared this with anyone. I’ve never gotten myself off with someone watching or listening in. It feels exceptionally intimate and really fucking vulnerable.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Ran,” Cat says, the tone of her voice, the way she breathes into the phone, only compounding the sexual tension in my body.

“Do you want me to, though?” I ask, sitting back on my bed.

“Yes, I do,” she says quietly. “Are you nervous?”

“Actually, yeah,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans and freeing my hard-on from the constraints of my boxers.

“Just… pretend it’s my hands touching you,” she says.

So, I do. “Tell me how you touched yourself last night,” I groan quietly as I lie back against my pillow, already working myself, fisting my hard length tightly. I move slowly at first, tugging, stroking myself, my breathing labored, eyes shut as I focus on her voice and my hand on my cock.

Cat tells me in the most intimate detail how she explored her body the previous night, describing how it felt, how her body responded, how she got herself worked up until she reached the edge, then stepped over it only to be consumed by the high. God, her descriptions, the way she lowers her voice, the random breathy moans here and there, and just my sheer ability to picture her in my mind’s eye, to recall the softness of her skin underneath me, the way she feels when I touch her, her smell, how her body moves, get me to the brink quickly. I increase my pace, pumping my left fist with quick, shallow strokes, breathing hard as I ride that perfect edge.

I can feel it—the climax building deep in my core, my stomach tightening, locked and fucking loaded like I’m a ticking bomb ready to explode with pleasure. I tighten my fist still, mimicking how Cat feels to me, and I’m so god damn close.

“God, Ran, I wish I could feel you come,” Cat moans.

It’s all I need, and I crest, my body tensing and releasing with each wave of ecstasy as the hot streams of my powerful climax cover my hand, stomach, and upper thighs. Holy hell. I knew I was pent up, but damn, what a fucking a mess. I wasn’t expecting to comethishard. I should’ve known though. Everything’s just different with Cat, including, apparently, masturbation.

“Jesus Christ, that was different,” I groan, coming down from the high, my heart rate regulating as I get control of my breathing.

“Good different or bad different?” Cat asks with a giggle.

I chuckle. “Really-fucking-good different.” I grab some tissue—a lot of tissue—to clean myself up.

“I loved it, Ran,” she says, very obviously pleased to have made me come over the phone. That was definitely a first for me. I love experiencing firsts with Cat.

“Me, too. I wasn’t so sure about this in the beginning, but your voice is a huge turn-on.”

“I… You don’t know how happy that makes me,” she says, sounding shy again.

“You honestly surprise me, baby.” I get up from my bed, button my jeans, then throw the tissue into my trashcan. “At first glance, you come across as so… innocent and shy, but then you do shit like this.” I chuckle. “I get the feeling you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Ran, just because I hadn’t had sex before I met you doesn’t mean I don’t have urges and fantasies,” Cat says a little defensively.

It makes me laugh. “I’m not saying that at all. I just mean that you don’t usually share those with me. I really wish you did because honestly, Cat, it’s really hot when you do.”

“Really?”

“God, fuck yes. You have no idea how much of a turn-on it is when you talk like that; when you tell me you touched yourself, when you tell me what you want and how you want it… that you want…me. You have no idea.”

I walk to my dresser and pull out a fresh shirt to change into because the one I’m wearing didn’t come away unscathed from our little adventure a few minutes ago. I’m going to have to start a load of laundry. No way am I going to let my grandmother handle this. I might as well wash my sheets, too.

“You never told me,” Cat says.

I laugh. “I didn’t think I needed to. I thought my body made it clear the effect you have on me, baby.”

“Certain parts of your body definitely do,” she giggles.

“God, baby, I love you so much. Thank you for being you and for choosing me,” I sigh, relieved not just by the release of the pent-up sexual tension inside me, but also our talk today and how much more normal things feel than they had the last two weeks.

“Thankyoufor choosingme.” She sighs in return. “I love you, Ran. I miss you.”

“I miss you, baby.”

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