"Tell me what to do," Tess says, her voice thick.
I tug down to my base, then pull back up. "Use your fingers like I would if I were there," I say. "Hovering over you, sliding between your knees as they fall open for me. One hand on your clit and the other playing with your nipples."
She hums, and I drop my head back, imagining her doing exactly what I said.
"I wish you were here," she admits, her breathing now coming out in short spurts. "I want you, Liam. I want you so bad."
"You have me, Tessa." I focus on my tip, my fist clenching tighter. "I think you have for a while now."
She moans, her breath shaky, and my hand pumps faster. The fact that she can get me this close—with just a few words from thousands of miles away—almost scares me.
But it also makes it better.
"Push two fingers in, baby," I tell her next. "But remember… they're mine."
My free hand white-knuckles the dresser as my cock throbs in the other.
"This feels so good," Tess groans.
I picture her plunging in and out of her pussy to the same rhythm as my hand gliding up and down my cock.
"Do you feel good?" she asks.
"Yeah," I say weakly, tugging faster, harder. "So fucking good."
"I need you, Liam. Inside of me—please."
A growl crawls from my throat as my balls fill beneath me. "Soon, baby." My hips begin to buck, meeting my fist. "After we tell her, I'm all yours."
"Mmm," she whines, growing closer. "And I'm yours."
"Fuck, Tessa," I cry out, reaching for the box of tissues on the dresser, her confession alone enough to push me over the edge. "Holy shit, baby. Come with me."
"Already there," she manages, falling apart from so far away.
I catch my release, all the while, picturing her coming undone on my sheets. A few seconds pass as we come back to earth, and when her breathing evens out, I turn the call off speaker and pick up my phone.
"I'm serious, Tessa," I say, still breathless. "When I get back, we're telling Ruthie. And then I'm yours—all of me—if that's what you want."
"I do," she says quickly. My shoulders fall as I finally stand. "I really do."
Smiling, I run my hand through my hair. "Good."
I chuckle to myself, dragging my palm down my face. "It's been nice talking to you, Hastings."
She giggles softly. "Yeah, Two-Three. It's been nice talking to you too."
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Tessa
Jo, I'm sorry. I didn't mean the things I said the way I said them.
Please call me back.
Morning! Good luck today! Send me a picture of your dress!
Hello?
