Page 108 of First in Line

She sits on her ankles, wearing nothing but her underwear and a naughty little smile. “You first,” she demands.

I lower my sweatpants and underwear, freeing my dick to the cool air of the common room. It’s already getting hard just looking at her like this, half-naked on our couch over four thousand miles away.

Her eyes are fixed on her phone as I spit in my palm and slowly begin stroking myself. I can see the way she presses her knees together while her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Taking her sweet time, she lets the strap of her bra fall to the side, then does the same with the other one before tugging the whole thing down, revealing her round breasts to my eyes. Fuck, I miss toying with them, their weight in my hands, the softness of the pale skin, the bumpy texture of her perked-up nipples on my tongue…

I haven’t had to keep myself in check since I got here, which I never doubted. There isn’t a single woman out there who could ever hold a candle to my gorgeous wife. I don’t want anyone if it isn’t her, and I know I never will. Not for as long as I shall breathe. She owns all of me—my mind, my soul, my body… They’re all hers, willingly surrendered until the day I die.

Evie twists her loose bra around to unclasp it, and it joins the rest of her clothes on the side. I’m painfully hard by the time her panties are dropped on the pile as well.

Because we’ve done this several times before, she knows exactly what to do. Sitting at the edge of the couch, she spreads her legs to reveal herself to me. She’s gotten bolder with every heated call we’ve had, and there’s not an ounce of reservation left in her as she reaches between her thighs.

“Fuck, princess,” I groan, tightening my grip around my length. “Are you wet for me?”

“A little.”

“Just a little? Tsk… We’ll need to do better than that.”

Still stroking myself, I guide her, telling her what to do, how hard, how fast… The poor quality of the video feed requires some imagination on my part, but I can work with what I have. I make her play with her clit first, telling her all the things I plan on doing to her once we’re reunited in September. It’s more of a warning than a promise because, as I tell her, we’ll keep ourselves locked up for three straight days, only getting out once I’ve had my fill of her.

The pumping of my hand intensifies along with hers. She’s panting now, her full tits rising with every breath, swinging slightly with the sways of her hips.

“Touch your tits,” I demand. “Play with them like you’d want me to. Pinch those sweet nipples for me, princess.”

Once more, she complies, bringing her slim hand to her left breast. It looks even bigger like this, overflowing from her hold. I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on them again.

Precum steadily drips from my tip as I watch my wife pleasure herself live on the screen. The squelching sound it makes almost covers her breathy moans, but it doesn’t matter. We’re both almost there, and I’m not stopping anything to change the volume setting.

“Fuck, Evie… You’re so fucking hot,” I utter through gritted teeth.

“Jax, I—I’m going to come.”

“Me too. I’m about to come so hard for you.”

The light that turns on in the hallway that leads to the bedrooms to my left instantly pulls my attention away from the screen. Fuck, someone’s coming. I can hear bare footsteps on the tiles coming this way, and I immediately react. Springing forward, I swat the laptop shut with one hand while the other pulls up my sweatpants.

I’m just done when one of my teammates walks into the common room.

“What are you doing here?” he sleepily wonders.

I struggle to control my ragged breathing as I say, “I could ask you the same question.”

“I need a glass of water.” He pauses in his tracks, looks at me, the laptop, then the swollen length barely hidden by the thick fabric of my sweatpants. “Were you watching porn and having a wank?” he wonders.

Refusing to let him imagine Evie indulging in long-distance sex, I say, “Uh… yeah. Couldn’t sleep, thought it might help.”

“Fair enough. Whatever works for you, mate. But you do realize girls love drivers, yeah? You’d have them lining up. Wouldn’t have to sort yourself out ever again.”

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Oh, right. Forgot you’ve got a ball and chain back home. Still, what she doesn’t know, eh? And shagging groupies beats having a wank in the common room, mate.”

“I’m good,” I repeat.

“Alright.”

Without giving me more unsolicited advice, he goes to the kitchen to pour himself a tall glass of water. I watch withfrustration as he downs it, fills it up again, and returns to the hallway.

“Have fun bashing the bishop, mate,” he lets out with amusement before disappearing.