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“Cody misses you.”
“Cody doesn’t know me.”
His voice is a little harder now, and it hurts to know that he feels like he’s missing out on his son.
“He will, you know he will.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Time to lighten the mood, I think.
“Hey guess what?”
“Hmmmm, what?”
“I’m not sore anymore.”
Silence. A smile breaks out on my face. I haven’t smiled for a few days, and it feels nice.
“Oh?” he says, in a husky tone.
“Oh, and you know what else?”
“What?”
“I’m naked.”
He hisses through his teeth. “Where’s this goin’, baby? Cuz’ the images are doing good things to me.”
“I want you, I can’t have you, so ...”
“So ...”
I lower my voice, so it comes out husky and thick. “I want to hear you cum, thinking of me.”
I hear him swallow. “Fuck, girl, you want me touch myself?”
“Yes.”
“Then you have to return the favor.”
I grin, sliding my hands down my stomach and settling between my legs. “Way ahead of you, baby.”
“I don’t know what made me hardest just now, you touching yourself or you callin’ me baby ...”
I chuckle softly and then moan when I slide my finger over my sensitive clit. It’s hard and swollen already.
“I’m wet.”
“Fuck.”
“What are you doing?” I gasp, rubbing small circles, trying to take it slow.
“Touchin’ my cock.”
I groan, oh the image of his beautiful hands wrapped around that beautiful cock. My body jerks and a bolt of pleasure shoots through me. This isn’t going to last long, I know it already. I miss him too much.
“You like that, don’t you? When I say cock?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Oh yes.”
“I’m stroking it, slowly. It’s fuckin’ hard, baby, hard for you.”
“More,” I whisper, rubbing myself harder.
“You want me to tell you all the things I’d like to do to you?”
“Yes.”
I slip one finger inside my pussy and groan.
“First, I’m gonna suck those pretty nipples until they’re pink and hard. Then I’m going to slide down that body and find that little pussy and slip my fingers in, using my thumb to make you shudder.”
“Oh, god,” I groan, feeling my release rise higher.
“Then I’m going to lick that sweet pussy, I’m going to make you scream my name. I’m going to feel you cum around my tongue.”
“Jagger, I’m close,” I cry out, arching my hips.
“Then I’m going to slide my cock inside you and fuck you so god dammed slowly you’ll cum over and over again with my name on your lips.”
“Oh ... god ...”
“Tell me what you’re doin’,” he grinds out.
“I’m ... oh, rubbing.”
“You got a finger inside that snug little pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.”
“Tell me, more, I’m so close.”
He makes a ragged sound. “I’m so fuckin’ hard. You want me to cum?”
“Yes!” I whimper, arching and rubbing so hard it almost hurts.
“Fuck, yeah.”
I hear him groan raggedly, and it’s my undoing. I cry out and shudder as bolt after bolt of pleasure shoots through my body. When I slump down onto the bed, I realize I’m clutching the phone tightly as I pant, the sensations slowly slipping away.
“Jagger?”
“Here, baby.”
“That was ...”
“Not as good as having you, but still fuckin’ amazin’.”
I swallow, the sudden urge to cry rising up. I blink it away. We had a wonderful moment, but I am aching for him. I’m aching for him so much it hurts.
“Willow?”
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Instead the wall breaks and tears fall down my cheeks. God dammit. Why now? I try so hard to keep them back, to stop myself crying, but I can’t seem to help myself tonight. My heart aches, my soul is empty, and I need him home. I need him here with me. I just need him.
“Talk to me. Are you okay?”
“I ...”
“Don’t cry, baby. It’ll get easier.”
His voice is soft and comforting, a tone he rarely uses.
“I want you here!” I choke out. “I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t function. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I live in constant fear that something will happen to you, and it’s consuming me.”
“I know, you know I wish I could change it, but I can’t be there.”
“It shouldn’t be like this,” I whisper.
“I know.”
“Please, come to me. Just one night.”
“I can’t, come on. You know I can’t.”
“Jagger, please ...”
He’s silent and the faint sound of something in the background has my heart breaking a little more.
“Willow, I have to go. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
The phone line goes dead before I can say another word. The tears keep coming, as strong as I am, I just can’t stop them tonight. I roll into myself and cry until my body aches. The sound of my door creaking a few minutes later alerts me that someone is in my room, and I open my blurry eyes to see Angel sitting by the bed, staring down at me.
“He called. Told me what happened.”
“I want him here,” I whisper. “This is slowly killing me.”
