His strokes get faster as his chest quivers and I know he is thinking of fucking me. “What are you thinking?” I ask and feel my orgasm close in, “tell me as I come, Cade.”
“Kissing you. Honest to fuck, I want your mouth on mine so fucking bad Pip. It’s all I think about. How your mouth tastes.”
I combust as his words rush through my mind, rocking against my hand as I watch him grope his dick and all I can think is that he wants to kiss me. He is watching me come for him as he beats his dick and the man is thinking about kissing me.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s so fucking sweet or so fucking intimate, but it only throws me into my orgasm and I confess. “Cade, that’s was all I wanted in your gym.”
“You are so pretty when you come, Pip. Fuck I want to feel you shake for me.”
My breath caught, then shattered. I gripped the blanket his name breaking out of me before I could stop it. Not loud. Not polished. Not pretty in the way girls probably sounded in movies.
For a few seconds, there was only my breathing, ragged and humiliating, and the rain tapping against my window like nothing in the world had changed when everything inside me absolutely had and I looked at the screen.
“Come for me, Cade.” It was all I had to say. One hand roughly jacking as the other cupped his balls when he groans and I watch as he comes on his chest, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The rest was nothing but gravely moan as his hand slowed to stopping as he gripped the head in small strokes as he gave me every drop.
It was just our combined ragged breathing. No words, both of us too blissed out to move as we lay there in opposite beds on FaceTime and it was still intimate.
By the time he turned the camera to look at me I instantly blushed and yanked my sheet up over my chest and covered my face with both hands. “I’m never speaking to you again.”
Cade’s laugh came low and rough through the phone, but there was something unsteady in it too. “Liar.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I should.”
“That’s hurtful.”
I peeked at him through my fingers, cheeks burning. He was still watching me like he could not quite believe what just went down, his hair messy, jaw tight, eyes dark enough to make my stomach twist all over again.
“For real though, Pip. You okay?” he asked.
The question was soft and that was it. The reason he was ruining me.
I lowered my hands and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Use words, Pip. I really need words from you right now.”
I breathed out a weak laugh. “Yes, Cade. I’m okay.”
His shoulders loosened like that answer mattered more than anything else that had happened. “Good.”
The silence afterward felt different. Not awkward exactly. Not comfortable either. Just heavy with the knowledge that something had happened between us that neither of us could stuff back into banter and pretend away.
I tugged his hoodie down over my head. “This was a terrible idea.”
His mouth curved. “It was a fantastic idea.”
“Only because it was your idea.”
“Proudly.”
“Oh my goodness.”
“Still got my hoodie?”
I looked down at myself. “Obviously.”
