Page 58 of Our Secret Moments

“Connor,” I breathe out, needing to say his name, needing to know it’s him that is getting me so worked up. God, I wish he was here right now. I wish it was his fingers instead of mine.

“Yes,” he replies.

“I want you to touch yourself, too. I don’t want to do this on my own,” I whisper, slightly embarrassed. A throaty groan leaves his mouth, and it sends shivers all across my body.

“Right ahead of you, baby,” he mutters. His breathing starts to pick up and I can hardly hear the soft sound of flesh moving against flesh on his side of the phone over my panting. He’s not even saying anything, but just the thought of him getting himself off whilst listening to me is enough for me. “Push two fingers inside of your pussy, Catherine. That’s how it’ll feel when one of my fingers is inside of you.”

I let out a soft moan at his words, grasping my bedsheets with my left hand, resting the phone between my shoulder and my ear. “Connor. I– I can’t.”

“You can take it,” he murmurs, “Try for me.”

I do as he says, running my fingers through my folds until I slowly push two fingers inside myself. It’s tight, but it feels fucking fantastic. I picture Connor between my legs instead, his tongue on my clit instead of my thumb.

“Does it feel good?” he asks. Does he seriously expect me to speak right now? I can hardly form coherent thoughts, never mind words. My head is spinning, my body is throbbing, desperate and needy. “Don’t get shy for me now, Catherine.”

“Fuck,Connor,” I moan, trying my hardest to keep quiet, knowing that both my roommates are home. I push my fingers in and out of my pussy faster, moving my hips too, desperate for friction.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles, and I can’t even shout at him for it. There’s something so insanely sexy about the low roughness of a man’s laugh. Just imagining his laugh against my lips sends another wave of pleasure through my body. We’re both quiet again, nothing but heavy breathing and pants. I said I wanted him to talk, but I don’t think I would last longer than a minute if he did. “Faster, sweetheart. I want us to come at the same time.”

I don’t even get to register the words before the desire rushes straight through me, my legs closing as my orgasm soars through me, eliciting a sharp gasp from my mouth. My whole body is on fire. My legs immediately go languid, my hand smoothing against my clit as I hear Connor’s low groan through the phone.

“Fuck, Catherine,” he mutters, panting. I can almosthearthe smile in his voice as he says, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Me too,” I reply, still trying to catch my breath. We’re both quiet again, just listening to each other breathe, imagining what it would be like if we were in the same bed.

“Sweet dreams, Cat,” he whispers as if he didn’t just make me come without even touching me. No one has ever done that to me before, and he did it so easily it's baffling.

“Goodnight, Connor,” I whisper back, shutting off my phone.

I just had phone-sex with my best friend’s brother. What is life?

TWENTY-TWO

CAT/CONNOR

I MUST BE DELUSIONAL

CAT

We all have those people in our lives who justknowthings. You never ask them why or how they’ve somehow acquired the wisdom they have. They just have it and it’s like a superpower you’ll never understand. That’s exactly how my grandma JoJo is.

The second I went to meet her today, she had one look at me and said, “You look like you’ve had sex.”

“How do you even know these things, JoJo?” I ask, slouching in the chair across from her. Well, technically her judgement is off. I didn’t have sex. I had extremely passionate phone-sex with the hottest man to ever exist, there’s a very clear difference. When she raises an eyebrow, I shake my head. “Actually, I don’t want to know.”

She shrugs, tightening her electric blue cardigan around her. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“No one you’d know,” I say, resetting the game of Go on the table between us. I know she doesn’t buy my bullshit. Both Wes and Connor have met my grandma multiple times when she stayed with us during the summer, and she would spoil them rotten as if they were her own grandkids. She also knows the amount of crushes I had on Connor growing up.

“You look just like your mother when you lie, you know?” she teases, smiling at me.

The way I always get compared to my mom in looks always sends a weird pang ofsomethingthrough my body. It’s not that I don’t remember her. I have millions of pictures and videos of her on my phone, so it would be impossible to do so. I just feel guilty that people can see so much of her in me and she’s not here anymore. That’s why I want to do well in school so I can make something of myself, so her legacy isn’t tarnished.

“Well, I’m not lying,” I say, crossing my legs. JoJo holds eye contact with me, not dropping her defiant gaze from mine. She has a way of looking at me that makes me want to spill my deepest darkest secrets. Mostly because I know she’ll keep them, and she’s probably one of the only people who would care to listen. “Okay, fine.”

“That’s my girl,” she says, cheering. Her cheer quickly turns into a chesty cough and I lean over, immediately pushing her herbal tea back into her hands.

“For your information, I didn’t have sex. Not the conventional way you think, anyway,” I murmur, twisting my fingers between the hole in my jeans.

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