"Yes…"
"Good, then there's nothing stopping you from slipping that perfect hand into your panties and making yourself come for me, now, is there?"
"Briggs," she whimpers.
"Do it, Tia," I croon. "Let me hear you come for me. I know you need it."
She whines my name this time, and then I hear her shifting around. My cock turns to steel, every cell in my body attuned to her. I slip my free hand into my sweats, wrapping it around my shaft.
"Be loud for me, beautiful," I groan. "Let me pretend I'm right there with you, watching you unravel for me again like you did this morning."
She whines again, the sound full of need.
"Put the phone on speaker, Tia. I want to hear how wet you are."
"Oh my god," she groans, almost like she's embarrassed, but we're way past that now.
"Don't be shy, sweetness. You think there's anything about your body that could turn me off?" I ask, my fist tight around my cock as I work it up and down. "Hell no. Once you're here, once you're mine, I'm going to drown in that sweet little thing. So behave and let me hear how much you need me right now."
She whimpers, and I hold my breath, just waiting.
Precum spills across my fist when I hear her breath catch and then the unmistakable sound of her fingers sliding through her soaked pussy. My grip tightens on the phone, my control in tatters again.
Jesus Christ. I want to be there right now. I want my face buried in her, her legs around my head while she screams her way through it.
"That's it," I growl, my fist flying up and down my cock. "Keep going just like that."
"Briggs, I…I…"
"You ache for me, don't you?"
"Yes," she whines, "so bad."
"You need me inside you, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"I'm going to be, Tia," I promise. "When you're here, when you're ready to be mine, I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. You'll see stars for me, sweetness."
She sobs my name, the sounds of her fingers sliding through her juices growing louder, more urgent.
"I'll be the only one who exists to you, Tia. Your first time with me will be the one you remember forever," I rasp. That's what I want for her—not because my ego demands it but becauseit's what she deserves. To forget that prick ever existed. To be worshipped like the goddess she is. To know that her pleasure comes before everything. That's my plan for her.
I don't just want her satisfied. I want her healed so completely that the past no longer has a single ounce of hold over her. She'll never again remember standing in that courtyard, being publicly humiliated by the motherfucker she trusted with her body. The only thing she'll remember is how good she's supposed to feel afterward, and how safe she is with me.
I'll work my ass off to give that to her, to prove that I'm the hockey player she can trust with every piece of herself. She doesn't need to date players plural. She only needs to let herself fall for this one.
"Briggs, Briggs," she cries, and I know she's right there. I hear it in her voice. Ifeelher urgency through the phone.
I grip my cock, squeezing tight. "Let go, beautiful. Fall for me," I croon. "I'm right here."
The sound she makes when she shatters is perfection. It lifts my hips from the bed, pulling an answering growl from my lips.
I come hard, spilling all over my stomach and hand.
She pants and whimpers her way through it, her breathing all over the place. I close my eyes, just listening, pretending I'm beside her, holding her. Christ, I want it so badly I can taste it.
When she finally comes down, she does it with a soft giggle.
