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“I want you too,” I whisper. “So fucking badly.”
There’s another pause as I continue to stroke myself to the fantasy he’s building in my head.
“You touching yourself right now?” he asks, voice low and knowing.
My breath stutters. “Yes.”
“Let me hear what I do to you.”
It’s the permission I didn’t realize I was waiting for. I let out a breathy moan that I can’t hold back.
“Fuck,” Nash groans. “That’s the sound I’ve been dying to hear.”
“I’ve been hard since you said you’d kiss me,” I admit. “I can’t stop thinking about you pressing me against the door… kissing me like you own me.”
“I would. You’d feel it in every kiss. Every time I touched you, you’d know who you belonged to in that moment. What else do you want? My mouth? My cock? My ass?”
My hips thrust into my fist, and I let out a loud moan. He’s asking me what I want, and I don’t want to hold back. “Your cock in me. Want you to fuck me.”
It’s Nash’s turn to let out a groan on the other end of the line.
“Mmm, yes. I want to be on top of you,” Nash continues, breath ragged. “Want to watch your face when I sink into your tight hole. I bet you look so fucking pretty when you come. So fucking sexy when you fall apart.”
My hand speeds up, his voice in my ear spurring me on.
“I’d go slow at first,” he says, “stretch you with my fingers, get you nice and ready for my cock. Would you like that?”
“Yes, oh fuck yes,” I pant, getting close.
“Good, because then I’d ruin you like I promised. I’d hold you down while I fuck you until you can’t think of anything else but me for days. Can’t feel anything else but me.”
“Nash,” I gasp his name, barely able to get it out. “You’re gonna make me?—”
“Do it,” he commands. “Come for me. Don’t hold back, I want to hear it.”
My orgasm crashes through me, and out of pure habit, I bite down my groan, trying to keep it quiet but not entirely succeeding. My hand slows as I ride it out, body trembling with how much I needed that release.
On the other end of the line, Nash groans softly, like the sound of me unraveling is enough to undo him, too.
There’s a moment of quiet, both of us catching our breath.
“You still with me?” he finally asks, voice hoarse but tender.
“Barely.” I laugh, still breathless. “Jesus, Nash. That was… that was incredible. You’re incredible.”
“You are too, Cay. I wish I was there.”
“God, me too,” I say honestly.
“Go get cleaned up for me since I’m not there to take care of you,” he instructs, and being told what to do by him is almost enough to make me hard again.
“Okay.” I shuffle to get up, bringing the phone with me to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth, and cleaning my stomach where I came on myself.
“Alright, I’m heading back to my bed now.”
“Good,” he murmurs. “And Caleb? I know I said this, but I really do want to spend more time with you.”
I swallow hard, warmth blooming low in my stomach again, but for a different reason this time.
