Page 32 of Stray

“Jackson? It’s late, and you are right upstairs.” I hear him chuckle softly, and it sends a current through me.

“I know where I am,” he groans, “I was calling because I’ve decided that maybe I’ll try some medicine, and I don’t know what to take.” I let out a laugh, and I close my eyes, my fingers absentmindedly running over my clit, causing me to let out a shaky breath.

“You okay?” He asks, and my body instantly heats up.

“Yep,” I say way too quickly. “Yeah, I can bring you up some masturbation—MEDICATION.” Oh my fucking god, I didn’t… I did NOT say masturbation. There is a long, painfully long silence before I hear some rustling like Jackson is moving around in the bed.

“Ozzy,” Oh my god… why does he have to be talking to be all low and soft like that?

“Yeah?” I squeak out. I’m never going to be able to come out of this room again, ever.

“Did I interrupt something?” I hear the smile in his way too-sexy tone, and I groan.

“Fine, yes! But don’t worry, because I will never do it again… not that I was getting very far anyway.” I mutter under my breath. He hears me, though, because why wouldn’t he?

“Well, is there… something I can–”

“Stop. Talking.” My mortification can’t go any higher. I feel tears of embarrassment filling my eyes. “This was such a bad idea. Why I even thought I could do this is beyond me. I’ll grab you some medicine and leave it at your door.”

“Hey, hey, slow down. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” I hear him shift again in his bed. I’ll bet it’s warm and soft and smells like him.

“Nothing,” I whine. “Nothing I wanna talk to you about, anyway.”

“Well, I happen to know a lot about masturbation. I’ve been doing it on my own for nearly three decades.” He jokes, and I can’t help but crack up. He makes everything so much easier. He makes me calmer. His voice alone has the ability to calm me down and turn me on simultaneously. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks in that soft, alluring tone again, and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes back in pleasure.

“Every time I try… to do that. I am reminded of the times I was hurt.” I admit softly. “I was trying to do it while distracting myself, but it wasn’t working, and then you called.” He chuckles lightly, and I hear him stretch.

“Distract yourself how?” He asks casually, and I sigh, running my fingers over the elastic waistband of my pajamas.

“Thinking about people that don’t scare me,” I whisper, my cheeks growing warmer.

“Is one of those people me?” I nearly choke on my sharp intake of air. I try to gather myself and formulate a cocky response, telling him not to be so full of himself, but he doesn’t let me. “Don’t lie to me, Tink. Am I one of those people?”

“Yes,” I manage weakly, my entire body on fire. “You are the only person,” I add because, at this point, why the fuck not?

“Do you want to touch yourself, baby?” The whimper I release at his question is embarrassing, but I don’t care.

“Yes,” I pant out.

“Okay,” he whispers. “Close your pretty eyes and slip your hand between your legs.” My heart flutters, but I do as he says. My hand reaches my slit, and a soft whimper escapes me as I slide my finger over my clit. “You wet for me, baby?” Holy shit, his voice in my ear. It’s so intense.

“Y-yeah.” I hear him chuckle lightly before he speaks again.

“Pull those juices out of that pretty pussy, just one finger, one time, and rub it over your clit. Can you do that for me?” Even though he can’t see me, I nod while inserting my middle finger into my wet center. I feel a rush of panic fill me.

“Jackson,” I pant nervously.

“Shhhh… I’m here, baby. Take it out and rub your clit the way I know it’s aching to be touched.” I do as he says, letting out a low moan as my wet fingers find my bud. “Holy shit,” he pants out. “My god, the sound of your moan is enough to cause a man to go insane.”

I let out a breathy laugh before rubbing my clit again. “F-fuck, oh Jackson,” His name falls from my mouth so effortlessly, like I’ve been saying it forever.

“Goddamn it, that’s my good girl. Rub faster and listen to my voice. I’m right here with you. It’s just me and you, Tink.” He pants, and it fills me with a sort of pride to know that I’m having the same effect on him that he has on me.

“Do you want me?” I pant as I rub my clit faster.

“Jesus Christ… painfully, Ozzy.” He groans out.

“What would you do if you were right here?” Wow, that’s a ballsy question, Oz.

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