“Two fingers in your cunt. And let me watch while you fuck yourself,” he says, and I’ve never been so turned on.
The position is awkward after I take my underwear off. I have to bend my leg in a way that gives me a cramp. I overthink briefly, wondering how the lighting looks and if my hair is a mess, but Brody doesn’t care. He stares at me, watching my every move.
“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper, delighted when his palm slips on his cock. When he fists the sheets with his other hand. “It feels so good. But not as good as it would be if you were here.”
“Are you tight? How wet are you? Can you scoot to the edge of the couch, baby, so I can really see you?”
I adjust my position and bring the camera closer. It’s intimate, the most exposed I’ve ever been, but I feel so powerful.
“So wet. I’ve been thinking about you all night, Brody.” I pull out my fingers and show them off to the camera. He pumps hisshaft harder, a determined spark in his eye as he follows the path of my hand. “I can’t believe I have to go a week without seeing you in person.”
“I’m about to buy you a plane ticket and fly you to Dallas tonight so I can wake up with you in my bed. So I can fuck you and bring you breakfast and clean you up before I make a mess on you again.” Sweat rolls down his chest. There’s restraint in his movements. A softness to his exhale. “I wish I could be louder, but I don’t know who is in the room next to me.”
“Just watch.” I rub my thumbs over my nipples, pushing my breasts together. His fist moves faster. His gaze is as dark as night, and understanding dawns. “You like when I do that.”
“I want to fuck you there.” Brody pulls his hand away, spitting in the center of his palm. “I always thought I was an ass guy, but I’m a big fan of your tits.”
“Next time.” I sigh, parting my thighs wider. I touch my clit, sliding two fingers back inside me. My toes curl, pleasure building at the base of my spine. “I should’ve grabbed my toy.”
“You have toys? What do you like to use?”
“I have different ones I use when I’m with a woman and when I’m by myself. When I’m alone, I have a favorite vibrator. Different speeds, different settings. It always makes me come.”
“And when you’re with a man?”
“They’ve never been a fan. Called them a hindrance.” My back arches. “It’s not my fault men don’t know how to get the job done.”
“Can I tell you something?” Brody’s hair is messy. His eyes are turning glassy, lust behind each blink. “I’ve never been with a woman so open about her sexuality. And it’s hot. Not because I’m picturing you with another woman or anything like that, but because you know exactly what you want, and you get it.”
“Do you see what you do to me, Brody?” My fingers fall away from between my legs. I use my thumbs to spread myself open, really giving him a show. “This is all for you.”
“I see.” A shadow of anguish passes over his face. Jealousy that he’s not here. The ache of wanting to touch me. “I see, and it’s fuckingtorturingme.”
Three fingers back inside me, and I imagine it’s Brody who is fucking me when I press on my clit. I imagine he’s holding himself above me, breath warmth on my skin and kissing me until I can’t think straight. That’s how it always seems to go with him, and my mouth curls into a smile.
“Can you do something for me, Hannah?” he asks. “Please?
“As long as I get an orgasm out of it, I’ll do anything.”
“I’d never deny you that. You’re so beautiful when you come.” Brody’s throat bobs. “Can you put my shirt back on? Backward, so you’re wearing my name when you come? Countless women have shown up to games in my jerseys, but there’s never been anyone I want to see in it.”
I sit up, throwing the shirt back on and rolling it to my stomach and keeping his name visible. “How’s that?”
“Perfect,” he mumbles. “Fucking perfect. I’m not going to last much longer.”
“I’m not either.” The shirt smells like him. I picture him wearing it late at night, in bed when he’s missing me. “Race you there?”
We fall into silence after that, watching each other. Brody curses when I put my fingers in my mouth, wetting them. I hold back a moan when he strips off his shirt, leaving him naked with his body on display.
Each push of my fingers brings me closer to the edge. Shyness threatens to overtake me when Brody asks if can take a screenshot of our call, but it disappears when he tells me I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I think I’m going to come,” I whisper, and a muscle in his neck jumps.
“Thank fuck. I’ve been running hockey drills in my head so I don’t finish before you,” he says, the pace of his hand increasing on his shaft.
“You waited for me? That’s sweet.”
“Sweet. Right. That’s exactly what I am while I think about putting you on all fours and finishing on your ass.”
