“Holy shit, babe.” Aiden’s reaction was immediate, and finally, honestly, appropriate. “You had the Gretzky of ink single you out? That’s— That’s insane. How many times did you throw up?”
“Not once,” I said proudly. “If you don’t count the secret time in my mouth a little when I saw my work zoomed in on a big screen.”
His laughter unfurled the last knots of anxiety in me. “I’m so proud of you.”
It came out so easily, I almost cried. Nobody had ever said those words to me before. Ever.
“Thanks,” I breathed, feeling oddly exposed even though I was alone.
“So what are you doing for the rest of the night? Hitting the Denver nightlife?”
“Well, I just got out of the shower. I plan to finish the tiny bottles of vodka in my fridge, then go to sleep. My hand’s a mess, so I should probably get some ice on it so I don’t crash on my last day tomorrow.”
“Tell me more about the shower,” he said, voice deeper now.
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. “Keep it in your pants, Santos.”
“Too late.” And that soft, loaded inflection sent fire pooling in my veins, the heat of it spreading right between my legs. My thighs squeezed together as if by reflex.
“Aiden… What are you doing?”
“You can always use your other hand,” he murmured, heavy breathing layered over the line.
Arousal rushed instantly, fingers curling over the small gap where my towel had fallen aside. I picked at the edges, letting the towel slip entirely from me, the air hitting my warm, damp skin with a barrage of goosebumps made worse by the breathing in my ear. Every inflection, every pause made my pussy pulse in anticipation.
My hand floated lower, responding to the decadent cadence of his voice as he urged me on.
“You know you want to,” he said. “Come on, baby. I’d be doing it myself if I were there with you right now.”
And God, I wanted him here.
Soon, my heavy breaths mirrored his. A stream of whispered encouragements, soft teasing, and laughter mixing with low moans, all transmitted through the line. I slid one finger between my folds, not surprised at all to find I was already slick with want. Gliding up and down over my clit, I talked him through my motions until the wet slap of his hand stroking his dick grew more pronounced. The tension built, a delicious ache, a private connection across the distance, all the warmth, electricity, and desire we couldn’t give each other in person.
“Jesus, my pussy’s soaked.”
His answer was a low grunt that made me shiver. “Fuck, Sage…”
I closed my eyes and tilted back my head, focusing on the touch of my fingers, his presence on the other end of line. Imagined him right here with me.
“I wish you could see what you’re doing to me,” he said, breath ragged. “My cock’s fucking throbbing.”
“Me too,” I groaned, trailing my fingers up and down my wet slit, flicking at my hardening clit with every pass.
His voice wasn’t more than a rasp when he said, “What would you do first if you were here?”
“Kiss it.” I didn’t need to think about it for long. I’d been fantasizing about crawling up to him from the foot of his bed. “I’d kiss my way up your thick shaft, slowly, until your legs are shaking with how turned on you are.”
Aiden’s breath left him in a huff. “I’m so horny for you.”
“Then I’d flick my tongue against the tip, lick that delicious slit of yours…” I heard him curse under his breath, knowing he was stroking himself faster, hanging on my every word. I kept my voice low. “Then I’d drag my tongue down, and back up, so slowly it’d make you groan out loud.”
He did just that, and the sound vibrated through the phone with spikes of electricity aimed straight at my clit. My whole body tensed with the way my pussy ached for him. Even with my practiced movements, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Aiden.
“Just like that,” I said, after getting my own breathing back under control. “Then I’d wrap my soft lips around your throbbing cock and suck you in. Slow and deep. You know I love sucking your perfect cock, don’t you?”
“Your mouth drives me crazy. Especially when you take me deep.”
“All the way.”
