Clare: I’m close, Elliott.
He grunted with effort at holding back his own release.
Elliott: Don’t
Elliott: Stop
He should have called her. Typing with one hand while trying to fist fuck your own dick was awkward AF.
Clare’s name lit up the screen and he smashed his thumb against the “answer” button. No video, but he could at least get to hear her and he wouldn’t have to type, either. Her little pants and moans as she crested towards her orgasm made him bite into his lip to try to draw out his own climax.
“Come for me, Clare. Make your pretty little pussy come for me.”
A muffled “fuck,” a change in the pitch of the buzzing, and a drawn out moan had him fisting his cock with jerky, frustrated movements. He should be there, between her thighs, buried deep in her soaking wet tight pussy, drilling her while she screamed his name and cried out for deities.
“I’m gonna…” Two pants, then she screamed.
He chased her over the edge. Jets of warm cum sprayed over his stomach as he grunted through his release.
“Fuck.”
He nodded, forgetting for a second that she couldn’t see him. “I can’t wait to get back home so I can fuck you, Clare.”
Something brushed against the speaker on her end. “I never thought I’d be a lover of a filthy tongue, but I gotta say, Eli… You totally did it for me.”
“Just wait until I’m wedged between your thighs licking up your delicious juices with my filthy tongue.”
“Delicious juices shouldn’t sound hot to me. I know it shouldn’t.”
“And yet?”
She moaned again. “I can’t go again.” She yawned. “I’m too fucking tired.”
He chuckled. “We’ll need to work on that too. I imagine once I see your cheeks all flushed from a good fucking I’m going to want to keep them pink.”
“Thank you, Elliott.”
“Please tell me you aren’t thanking me for the orgasm.”
“No.” Her voice was small. “For not asking to see me on a video call. I was a little self-conscious.”
“You don’t need to thank me for that, either.”
“It was kind of you not to push to see me.”
He wiped his sticky hand on the sheet next to him and tucked his palms behind his head. “I have this beautiful picture of you. It was enough for now. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
She yawned and made a humming noise before a thud echoed through the line.
“You okay?”
“Dropped a toy.” Her adorable mumble suggested she was heading toward sleep fast. But he hadn’t yet asked her the most important question of the night.
“You fading on me, Ceecee?”
“Mmhmm.”
“What about your shitty movie?”
