She moaned her answer and I croaked out her name, one hand cupping my balls while the other squeezed my base. She winked and brought a hand to her breast, pinching her nipple and continuing the rubbing on her lower half. She panted.
“Nick, go ahead. Give me all you got. Pretend it’s my mouth on you. Like you’re gonna put it all over my tits.”
I hissed out a cuss, spitting in my hand and stroking myself as I watched her fingers go faster. She flipped over onto her stomach, lifting her hips so I could see her hand working.
“That tight little pussy, Annie. I can’t fucking wait to touch you again.”
“Nick,” she breathed, her breaths getting shallower and harsher.
“Yeah, you like it when I get dirty for you? Tell you how I’m gonna make it right for you, make you scream, and shake, and cry out for me, claw at me, bite my neck.”
“Nick, baby, please.”
“I know it, baby. You gonna come for me?”
“Yes.”
“Please come, Annie. Just for me. All of it.”
She moaned and cried, and I bit out some words or another, and then she turned over to look at me again. She flopped toward the phone, laying on her stomach and propped up on her elbows. Her breasts looked fucking incredible at that angle.
“There you go, Nick. Come for me. Shoot it on yourself like you wanna put it on me.”
She didn’t have to tell me. I was ready. “Annie.”
I almost blacked out it was so good, and we weren’t even in the same room. When I came to, she watched me with a lazy smile.
“You have fun?”
I laughed, glancing at the mess on my stomach. “Maybe a little more than fun.”
“You learn anything?”
“That I can’t fucking wait to try it out on you.” I cocked my head to the side, enjoying her dazzling smile.
“Well, as soon as you’re back and not sick, we can play.”
“Counting the minutes.”
She yawned, and somehow it was extra cute with her naked and lying on her stomach. Innocent and naughty at the same time. Bared for me. “You sleepy, angel?”
“Kinda.”
I gave an awkward smile. “I don’t wanna hang up yet.”
Her lashes fanned on her cheeks as her eyes cast down. “I don’t want to be too . . . relationship-y. But I also don’t want to makeour only connection fucking. We’re adults, you know. We get to decide what friends looks like for us. We can do whatever we want as long as we keep it quiet.”
“Yeah, I get it.” Disappointment popped the glowing iridescent bubble I’d been floating in. This wasn’t a relationship. It was friends with benefits. But it sure felt like a relationship. I didn’t like having to lie to my friends about who I was seeing or what I was doing. But I also understood where Annie was coming from. She moved out west for this job and couldn’t afford to lose it. She was doing more than she needed to by fulfilling my wishes. She wasn’t getting nothing out of it, but she was more at risk than I was. If we got found out, I’d be fine. She wouldn’t.
So undercover friends we’d be.
“We could . . . try to watch a show together? I’ve got a couple of things to do before bed. Wanna hang tight? Go clean yourself up?”
We both got ready for bed, her wearing a big t-shirt and some long socks when she came back to the camera. We fumbled around trying to sync a show, but it wasn’t working.
“What if I read to you?” I asked. “I brought that Christie you were reading at my house.”
Her eyes rounded and she got a touched look. “You did?”
