“You were trying to get me to admit that, but I was too ashamed, because I still somehow feel like it’s wrong to think of you sexually. But the truth is… I fucking think of you that way all the damn time.”
“Why would you be ashamed of something so natural, Tate? We can’t help how we feel in that regard.”
“I don’t have an answer for that, except to say that even when I trynotto think of you, it doesn’t work. It’s like you’re etched in my brain.”
“I think that’s because you haven’t satisfied the itch. It probably won’t ever go away as long as we’re physically around each other. But you’ve already closed the door on anything happening.” I paused for a long moment. “You should do it right now…over the phone.”
“You want me to jerk off while you listen?”
“Not just listen. I’ll join you.” I bit my bottom lip.
He hissed. “I don’t know…”
“You won’t be touching me. How much damage can virtual mutual masturbation cause?”
He said nothing.
I lay farther back and rubbed my legs along the sheets. “You mean to tell me you didn’t have sex on the mind when you called me just now?”
“Not gonna deny that. I’ve been thinking about sex all night.”
“Well, we have that in common.” I paused. “What would you do if I showed up at your room right now, Tate?”
“Please don’t,” he said, his voice strained. “Seriously. Don’t.”
“Okay. I’ll stay right here if this is where you want me…”
His breathing changed, becoming labored and heavy. I could hear the rustling of sheets.
“Are you doing it right now?” I asked.
“Yes,” he breathed.
Desire shot through me. I slipped my hand beneath my panties and began to rub myself. “Me, too.”
“Good…” he murmured.
I let out a long exhale. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking of your ass in that thong tonight. Picturing you bent over.”
“I definitely would’ve bent over for you.”
“Don’t say that.” He groaned. “I want to be inside you so badly.”
“Not more than I want you inside me.”
“Stick your fingers inside and pretend it’s me,” he demanded.
“Only one finger, right?” I teased.
“You’re such a brat.” He chuckled. “But since you asked…as many as you can fit.”
“Well, okay then,” I whispered.
“Only you can make me laugh in a moment of heat.” He sighed.
Several seconds passed with us just breathing.
