Page 111 of Whispered Promises

“Fuck, me too. I want to hear you.”

My body turns rigid at the thought of him stroking himself too; he’s imagining me and getting off on it.

“I need…”

“For me to suck on that clit as I slip my fingers inside your empty opening. My length’s so hard. I’m desperate to slide it inside you, to feel you grip me as you⁠—”

“Noah,” I grit out, back arcing as my body locks up. Everything around me fades out as the tingles rocket through me.

Noise starts to filter back in, and I hear the tail end of his groan. My stomach clenches at the thought of him releasing inside me.

Silence settles between us. I don’t know what to say after having phone sex with him. Is this why people don’t do it anymore? It just creates this awkward feeling once the bubble bursts.

“Well, you definitely did some consuming,” I blurt, needing to say something. I think the silence would have been better, though.

He laughs, it’s post-orgasmic husky, and I love that sound from him. “Not quite as satisfying when it’s in our imagination. I bet it would be better in person.”

“You want to do that to me in real life?”

“Rosy, I want to do that and so much more.”

“Oh.”

“Why do you think I wouldn’t?” he asks.

“I don’t know. You’re just so…teacher-like. It’s hard to imagine you in the throes of passion.”

“I’m unsure how to digest that.”

My gut spasms at his words, afraid I’ve said something to hurt or annoy him. Clenching my sheets tightly in my hand, I rush to explain. “No, I don’t mean it in a bad way. I guess I mean, I just thought you’d be more controlled, sensual rather than heated and…hungry?” I don’t think I’ve managed to make anything better.

“I can see your point. I don’t think I’m one or the other; it just depends on the moment. I’ve imagined candles, intense contact, heated breaths…then other times fumbled, desperate encounters where we don’t even bother undressing. The only common theme is that I need it to be with you.”

Oxygen fills my lungs, expanding tightly with all the surging warmth his words bring me.

“I want that with you, all of it.”

“I don’t want to hang up yet,” he admits.

I suck my lip into my mouth, biting down quickly to hold in the excited noise wanting to answer him. “Then don’t.”

At his answering chuckle, I curl onto my side and get cosy beneath the sheets.

“Won’t you be tired for the farm tomorrow?”

“No, I’ll be okay. I’m not a great sleeper, and Max mentioned coming tomorrow to help.”

“How are you feeling about him being there? He’s not gone since you had that chat, has he?”

I blow out a low breath, rubbing my hand across my forehead. “No, he hasn’t. I don’t know how to take it. It’s confusing what we’re supposed to do now, as we weren’t friends long enough before to know what the parameters are.”

He hums. “If you’re uncomfortable with any of it, you can say that to him. He needs to be mindful of your feelings and boundaries too.”

“Thank you. I think it’s… He told me he didn’t want to be more than friends. But even knowing that, I can’t seem to shut off my feelings. They’re not friendship feelings,” I admit, chewing my lip as the uncomfortable truth comes out.

“That’s okay too. If you want to keep spending time with him, you can do that. If you need to distance yourself, you can do that too. You have every right to decide what you need, whether it’s to protect yourself or to let the feelings fade.”

The idea of them fading has my breath catching. I…don’t want that. But I can’t force Max to reciprocate them.