“Yes.” I could just barely make out her heavy breathing over the spray of the shower. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about you?”
“Tell me about them.” Another slow jerk of my cock. “Your fantasies about me.”
She hummed. “Let’s see. The day you helped me with the cake, I masturbated to the picture of you from your website.”
I let out a shocked laugh. I wasn’t expecting that.
“The headshot?” I asked.
“No—the competition pic.” She was quiet for a second. Lowering her voice, she said, “I made myself squirt thinking about all the things you’d do to me.”
“Fuck. That’s hot,” I said, even though I was slightly disappointed I hadn’t made her squirt—yet.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” I hummed. “What else?” I was pretty confident this wasn’t a onetime thing…
“Another time—” She let out a shuddering breath that was like music to my ears. I couldn’t see her, but she was obviously touchingherself. “I rubbed my body with my bath pouf, wishing it was you rubbing your face between my legs.”
“Is that all you did?” I asked.
“Then,” she gasped, “then I fucked myself with my fingers, imagining all the ways you’d fuck me.”
I was really jerking off now, my balls feeling tight and my knot starting to swell. With each stroke, my fist bumped up against it, reminding me of how it felt to rub against Tegan’s cunt.
“Shit, Tegan. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Atlas,” she whined. “I want to see it.”
“You want to see me come, baby? Shoot my load on the shower wall just like I’d come all over your tits?”
“Fuck,” she rasped. “Please.”
I leaned on my forearm facing the wall, stroking my cock with a tight grip, imagining it was her cunt taking every inch of me. Tegan was panting now. With the echo from the tiled room, it felt like she was right here, moaning in my ear, telling me how bad she wanted me. How bad she wanted my cum.
Heat spread down my spine, tightening my balls, and I gripped my knot, really squeezing it just like her pussy would, until I came hard, shooting ropes of cum onto the tile, wishing it was her.
Tegan cried out and my hips jolted, working my knot through the last of my orgasm while she came undone over the phone.
When she finally quieted down, I let go of my cock, catching my breath before I rinsed off the wall.
“Doing okay over there?” I asked, glancing over at the phone.
“Barely,” Tegan said, her voice weak. I couldn’t see her, but I could picture her. Eyes all hooded, a postorgasm flush on her cheeks.
Beautiful.
“I miss you,” I told her honestly. I opened my body wash and lathered up, actually starting to shower now.
“I miss you, too.” It warmed my heart to know she felt the same.
“Do you want to get breakfast?” I asked, hoping she’d say yes.
I usually took the morning after the full moon off from the gym, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than by eating something greasy at the diner with her.
“Absolutely,” she replied.
“Go get ready and I’ll be there in ten.”
