“Yeah,” She whispered. “I just—missed your voice.”
Fuck.
That did something to me I wasn’t ready for.
“Yeah?” I murmured, stretching my legs out slowly. “Were you thinking about me?”
She exhaled, quiet and shaky, and my body tingled from the noise. “Mmh.”
I smiled into the dark. “What do you need, baby?” My voice was thick, and I hoped she could hear what she did to me. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.” She whispered. “Trav.” Followed by a groan. “I’m just being a whiny girl, ignore me.”
I chuckled and relaxed into her honesty. “What are you wearing?”
Another pause, but I could hear the rustle of fabric on the line.
“A tank top.” She replied.
“What else?” I asked, licking my lips as I imagined her in bed,
“Nothing else.”
I groaned softly, rubbing a hand over my chest. “Frankie.” Even I could hear the need in my voice as I called her name. “I have half of my shift left.”
“I’m sorry.” She chuckled, “I couldn’t sleep,” She whispered, “I don’t normally have that problem thanks to exhaustion, but tonight, I just kept thinking about you.”
“What part of me?” I urged, seeing how far she’d take it.
Her shaky breath echoed through the line, “Your mouth.” She replied honestly, “The way you looked at me after?—”
“After what, Black Cat?” I challenged.
“After you tasted me on that exam table the first time.” She moaned, “And then again sometime in the middle of the night in your bed.”
I groaned, remembering how she tasted with both of our scents on her body. I’d woken up, hungry for more, and couldn’t resist. “You mean after we made you come so hard you forgot your own name?”
A small, breathy laugh escaped her, “Yeah. That.”
“Are you touching yourself right now?”
Silence echoed back, then— “Yes.”
Christ.
I swallowed hard, my cock hardening against the waistband of my shorts. I knew there would be no stopping it, so I didn’t even try as I reached down to adjust it, stroking myself slowly.
“Talk to me,” I rasped, “Tell me how.”
Her voice was almost silent as she whispered, “Fingers. Just two. I’m already so wet.”
“Of course you are,” I said, closing my eyes and dragging my hand up my cock. “You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She moaned.
“Lay back, Frankie. Open your legs real wide for me.” A sharp inhale echoed from her lips, and I could hear the rustling of fabric again as she shifted, doing what I told her to. “Now circle those pretty fingers just how you like. Slow. Draw it out.”
“Are you—” She shuddered, “Are you alone?”
