Either way, there’s no good outcome in this situation for me. I can’t imagine him throwing his arm around me and telling me to have fun.
“I came into the bathroom to call you.” It’s a half-truth, but Nova has the ability to see right through me.
“You ran and hid. But it’s okay, I like the benefit of you and me getting to talk alone. Are you sharing a room with my brother?”
I sigh. “Yes.” Another reason the bathroom was the safest place to talk to Nova. It’s not like I can have a private conversation in the hotel room, especially when Luca doesn’t know I’m dating anyone.
“It’s just one night. Don’t sound so bummed.”
“I’m not. I just miss you.” I like being able to sneak across the hallway and cuddle with Nova, climb into her bed and wrap my arms around her. I don’t get to do that on nights when we are away. “What are you wearing?”
Nova grins and glances down at her pajama shirt. “Nothing.”
“Sweetheart, I can see your clothes.”
She rolls her eyes and then slowly draws the phone downward so I can see everything she’s wearing. She’s got a cute matching pajama outfit with penguins. It’s a shorts set and rides up at her hips at just the right angle.
“Do you want to do that again? But slower and spread your legs for me.”
Nova’s eyes widen. “Are you trying to have phone sex with me?” Her voice squeaks, and her nervousness is actually quite sweet.
A virgin in phone sex.
“I was hoping we might be able to indulge each other in a little fantasy phone play.”
Her eyes are wide, and she hangs up on me.
It’s clear she clicked the end call, and it wasn’t a mistake or the phone call being dropped because of the weather.
I shoot her a text.
So, I guess that’s a no.
She calls me back, but this time there’s no video call, just a plain old boring phone conversation.
“Hey,” I whisper, glad that she’s not ignoring me.
“I’m not ready for phone sex. I mean, it involves a lot of talking and describing, and I’m nervous to do that.”
“You don’t have to be nervous around me. It’s not like I’ve had tons of phone sex.” The number of times I can count on one hand—well, more like one finger. Phone sex isn’t a high priority when you’re with a different girl each time.
“I like you, Ashton.”
I can’t help but smile. “In case you haven’t noticed, I like you too, Nova. I could do the dirty talking, and you could just listen. Touch yourself for me. Let me hear your soft whimpers that turn me on so much, baby.”
There’s a soft gasp in her voice.
I smile. “Yes, just like that. But you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. If you say no, I’ll respect your decision.”
“Tell me what you’d do to me,” Nova rasps, and I can hear her shifting on the mattress.
I wish that we still had a video call happening, but I’ll take what I can get with her.
My eyes close for a moment and I realize I, too, need to get more comfortable. The edge of the bathtub isn’t doing it for me. I grab the box of tissues, toss it on the floor, and move to sit on the ground, my back against the wall, the bath rug beneath me as I stretch my legs out.
“First, I’d kiss a trail of soft kisses across your collarbone. I know how much you like it when I kiss your neck. My tongue would tease that little spot that makes your hips gyrate against me.”
She hums softly; it’s a slight, subtle moan, and it’s enough to make my cock twitch in my jeans.
