Deciding I don’t care if he thinks I sound needy, I admit, “I miss you and wearing it made me feel closer to you. Well, that, and I sprayed some of your cologne on this and my pillowcase before you left so they’d smell like you.”
“That’s honestly one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard.”
I should’ve known Jax would think my neediness for him would be cute.
“Yeah, except whenever I smell your cologne I get incredibly turned on, which poses a real problem considering you’re thousands of miles away right now.”
I shift to my side, propping my phone up on an extra pillow and stare at him through my hooded eyes.
Jax smirks at me, making his dimple pop, and I’m suddenly uncomfortably turned on. “I mean, I don’t need to be there with you to give you an orgasm, Tae.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he rasps.
“And how are you gonna do that?”
“Well, for starters, you’re going to take off my jersey and show me those perky tits of yours that have starred in every fantasy I’ve had since I was eighteen years old.”
I do as he says, lifting his jersey above my head before moving my phone to the nightstand and adjusting it so he can get a better view of me. “Now what?” I question, feeling somewhat shy all of a sudden.
“Now you drag the fabric over your nipples to give them just a tease of friction.”
Again, I comply, eager to see where he goes with this. When his jersey does exactly as he said it would, I bite my lip until I feel a sting of pain.
“Lie back and continue dragging the fabric lower, over your stomach and stop just before you get to your clit. Do you still have panties on?”
“I wasn’t wearing any,” I say, feeling breathless from how tightly wound I am already.
“Fuck, T,” Jax groans, tilting his chin up to the ceiling.
“Are you touching yourself?” I ask him.
“Yeah, baby, I am.”
This is hands down one of the hottest moments of my life. I’ve never done anything like this—it has me feeling a bit melancholy thinking about all the missed opportunities we had to make each other feel this way when we should’ve been together instead of apart all those years.
As if he can sense my mood taking a turn, Jax interrupts my intrusive thoughts when he says, “I want you to touch yourself too, Tae. Tweak your nipple but move my jersey lower so it skims just over your clit.”
I do as he says and let out a moan of approval.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”
My cheeks heat from his compliment. When my eyes connect with his, my stomach pulls taut from having his lust filled gaze locked on me.
His voice is graveled when he says, “Now bunch up my jersey so it’s resting just beside you and then hover above it on your knees.”
“What?” The shock of what he’s asked pulls me from my lust spiral.
“Trust me?” he asks.
“Of course.”
“Then do as I say and I promise I’ll make you come.”
I hesitate a moment before bunching up the fabric and then move to straddle it, hovering just above it like he said to.
“Sit back on your heels but don’t let your pussy touch the fabric, not yet.” Again, I follow his every word because at this point I’m beyond desperate to come. “Cup your breasts in each hand and knead them just like I do when I want to drive you crazy out of your mind with lust.”
