I do as he said and gasp at the stretch. It’s not enough, not even close to how he fills me, but the way he’s watching makes everything more intense.
“Deeper. You know you want more.”
I fuck myself harder, my palm grinding against my clit with every thrust. He’s stroking himself in the same rhythm, matching me.
“I need you.” His voice is strained.
“I haven’t been able to focus on anything else. I can’t stop thinking about you. About us,” I confess.
“As soon as the plane lands on Monday, I’m coming straight to you.” He’s close—I can tell by the way his abs tense. “Look at me. I want to see you lose yourself.”
I force my eyes to the screen and meet his gaze, and the intensity there pushes me right to the edge. My back arches, and my mouth falls open. I fall apart with his name on my lips, my whole body shaking as he watches me. Seconds later, he’s groaning, his cock pulsing and shooting hot strands from the tip. We’re gasping and staring at each other.
I tilt my head, smile, and cover my face with my hand. “That’s the first time I’ve ever done that.”
“Glad we can still have some firsts,” he says and pauses like he wants to say something more. “Tomorrow, I want you to do me a favor.”
“Anything,” I tell him, blinking up at him.
“Come at least five times.”
“Pattycakes, that’simpossible.”
“Okay, then make it ten. Text me each time you do. Double digits.”
“I’ll be exhausted.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck.” His voice drops. “It won’t be anything compared to what I’m going to do to you when I’m back in town.”
“You’re serious.”
“Ten times, Kendall. Think about me each time. You understand?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, squeezing my thighs together. “I’ll try.”
“Don’t try, baby doll.Do. Treat yourself.” His voice softens a little. “I’ll be checking my phone.”
“You have practice.”
“And?”
I smile because I’m still on cloud nine. “Okay. Good night, Pattycakes.”
“Good night, Ken Doll.” He smiles.
“Dream about me, Pattycakes,” I tell him.
“Ialwaysdo. Even when I’m awake.”
The call ends, and I lie there in the dark, staring at the ceiling. I can still hear the sound of his voice in my ear and feel the ghost of pleasure between my thighs.
Tomorrow, I’m going to spend the entire day doing what he asked. He’ll be thinking about me between drills and teammeetings and whatever else he has to do. Even though he’s hundreds of miles away, he has me wrapped around his finger.
I reach down and pull his shirt back on, letting the fabric settle against my skin. It smells like him—everything does now.
Before going to my bedroom, I glance back at the canvases that look like confessions.
He unlocked the cage and set me free. I’llneverbe the same.
