Page 72 of Want You

“Of course,” she said, hoping the nerves weren’t overly present in her tone. “Will you meet my family next week too?”

“God yes, I’d love to,” he breathed, ripping the tie from below his shirt and throwing it somewhere off camera. “Would it be nuts to have dinner with everyone at the condo? Just get it over with?”

Flora and her son, Tyler, along with her mother in a room with not just Nathan, but his family, who she hadn’t even met yet. Flora was good with people. Tyler was shy but he’d come around, and her mother was the type who could talk to a cement block and find it interesting.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

His responding smile was brilliant, and she wanted nothing more than to pull him to her and get lost in his kiss.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, leaning his phone against something as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“No,” she said, shaking her head.

“Liar.” He grinned as his shirt fell open and she suddenly didn’t care about family. She only had one thing on her mind.

“Can we talk about how I’m feeling about this later?”

There was a dull clank as his belt hit the floor and she waited for Nathan to tell her what to do.

“Take your shirt off, baby,” he ordered, picking his phone back up and walking to the bed. “Did you open the box?”

After her shirt had been discarded, Octavia reached for the box that had arrived that morning and took out the toy.

“Turn it on,” he said.

She flipped the switch at the base and a small green light flashed to life. Nothing else happened. Octavia turned it over in her hands, looking for the controls. She was about to bring up the lack of buttons when the toy came to life in her hand, gently vibrating and moving in a slow wave.

“Holy shit, how is it doing that?” She looked from the toy to her phone and saw Nathan waving a cylindrical object. “Is that a fl⁠—”

“A fleshlight? Sort of.” He chuckled. “They work in tandem. I already synced them up with an app.”

“So it’s like…well, like we’re together?”

“Exactly. Right now, I have control so how I move this will influence how the vibrator moves. When I’m home we can sync your phone up so we can switch who has the upper hand.”

What Octavia liked most about these phone dates was that she just got to feel good without making any of the decisions. With this new technology in play she really didn’t have to do much aside from consent to participate.

The toy stopped moving and she looked up at her screen.

Nathan sat against the headboard of his hotel bed smirking at her.

“This view is one of my favourite views in the world. Even though it’s better in person.”

Octavia licked her lips, taking him in. The view was one of her favourites too. The calm before the sexual storm. He always looked at her like he was starving, right before they did anything. Like he hadn’t been satiated in months, even if they’d just fucked.

She read stories about this kind of desire but hadn’t experienced it until Nathan.

A barely audible whimper slipped from her, thinking about his hands on her. Where was the tech for that? She wanted that smirk pressed against her skin, those fingers he had gripped around the toy digging into her thigh.

“Ready, baby?” His voice sounded like it was being dragged through a gravel pit which in turn felt like his teeth scraping along her collarbone, causing goosebumps to pebble her skin.

She hummed and waited for his next instruction.

The front door opened and closed well after midnight, followed by the sound of someone trying not to make too much noise. There was a bang, followed by a soft curse and Octavia laughed into her pillow.

Nathan’s entrance was followed by the sound of a cabinet being opened and closed and then the kitchen faucet turning on. When the sound of his feet softly padding up the stairs reached her ears, Octavia settled into bed, resting her cheek on her hands.

“Shit, I didn’t wake you did I?” he whispered when he saw her looking at him, pulling his shirt off as he walked further into the room.