Page 55 of All of My Lasts

Jess:Are you busy? x

Liam:Just got home from my parents, give me five and I’ll call x

Spoiler alert, I gave her two minutes, then couldn’t wait and FaceTimed her.

“Hey,” she says as her face fills my screen. She wipes crumbs from her mouth and chews softly through a smile.

“Hi, baby,” I say and chuckle lightly. “What you eating?”

“Nora made some granola. I was just testing it for poison, of course.”

“Oh man, I wish I had some of Nora’s homemade granola.”

“I’ll save you some...” she says, shovelling more into her mouth.

“You sure there’ll be any left?”

She smiles weakly and nods, humming her answer through her mouthful. “So, how are your parents?”

I omit the part of the conversation that I’m not allowed to talk to her aboutyetand settle on the easy answer. “Good. Mum overfed me as usual. My dad…” I run my hand over my face, “He was difficult tonight.”

She tips her head towards the phone. “Difficult?”

The words burn my throat, my conscious desperate to break out and admit that I know where her mum is, but maybe she doesn’t want to know. Judging from our conversation the other day when I asked, and she avoided it, I decide to listen to my dad’s voice in my head and say nothing for now. At least, until we talk to Claire. “Yeah, difficult.” I sigh, wanting to forget all about it. “We were talking about you tonight,” I tell her, trying to change the subject.

“All good things, I hope.”

“All good things. Kept it PG for them, obviously.”

She dramatically wipes her forehead as she walks upstairs and throws herself onto her bed. “Thank god for that.”

As I flop onto my bed, mirroring Jess, I pull off my t-shirt, needing to cool down a little. I hear Jess mumble something that sounded a lot likeholy fuck, so I smirk at her when our faces meet again.

“Hi,” I say.

“You’re half naked, on my phone… again,” she says as she gawks at me.

“Hm, and you’re not. How disappointing… can I convince you to take a layer of clothing off too?”

She pauses for a second and goes bright red. “I’m not great at the uh, phone sex… I mean, I’ve never done it before.”

“Me neither,” I say, laughing lightly. “But since you brought it up, wanna try it?”

She laughs, it's nervous but also charming and sweet. She places her phone on her bedside and slowly reaches down, but I can’t see what she’s touching until she brings a sock into view of the camera. A fucking sock.

“Ha-ha, very funny.”

“I thought so. You said a layer, you didn’t say which layer…”

“Smart arse,” I huff.

I scowl at her, but her smile just gets wider as she slowly unzips her hoodie, leaving her in a white sports bra and shorts. “Is this okay?”

I’m barely able to nod my head as I watch her nipples harden. My throat becomes thick with desire as I swallow and palm my hard cock underneath my jeans.

She smiles, as though she’s seen the answer written all over my face. “Your turn then,” she whispers.

Why do I do this?I go in all guns blazing without thinking things through. I’m literally sitting here with my dick in my hand–with absolutely no idea what I’m doing.

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