"Jesus, Ally," I groan.
She moans into the phone. She moans like she's in heaven.
"Take off your bra," I say. "Now."
I hear her shifting.
Her breath gets heavier. "It's off."
"Now run your fingers over your breasts. Slowly, the way I do."
She groans. "Luke... I want to... I can't wait."
"You will," I say. I stroke myself, harder and harder, filling my body with the sweetest pressure. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," she moans.
"Do you want to touch yourself?"
"Yes."
"Not yet," I say. "Rub your nipples. Slowly."
Her voice is a low groan. She's not holding anything back. She's mine, even if she's far away.
She's mine.
I stroke myself. "You're so fucking sexy, Ally. The way you move when I touch you... it drives me out of my fucking mind."
"Luke," she groans, her voice needy and desperate
She's touching herself, moaning, probably writhing the way she does when I touch her. Fuck, I bet she's so wet. I bet she's desperate for me to touch her. She'd beg if I made her. She'd scream in pleasure if I slid my cock inside of her.
My grip around my cock gets tighter. The warmth spreads through my body, filling me with pleasure. I'm close.
"Are you wet?" I ask.
"Mhmm."
"Now," I say. "Touch yourself. I want you to come, Ally. I want you to scream my name when you do it."
She groans some agreement, and I stroke myself harder and harder, faster and faster.
Fuck. The room fills with her pants and moans. It's like she's here, like I'm the one filling her with pleasure, the one making her come. My mind is a jumble of Alyssa. The taste of her. The s
ound of her groan. Her hands tugging at my hair as she rocks into my mouth, practically screaming. Her moan filling my room. The warmth flooding my body. The pleasure and pressure and need building. Her back arching. Her nails on my skin.
I'm almost there. I stroke again. Again. Again. Everything in my body fills with pleasure.
"Fuck, Luke," she says.
Her voice is high and needy, and it pushes me over the edge. The pressure is too much. It feels so fucking good, and I can't hold off any longer. Another stroke, harder and faster. It's deep and intense, so intense it almost hurts.
I lose any conscious thought. Almost there. I groan. "Fuck, Ally," and I tighten my grip. One last stroke and the pressure builds to a climax. Pleasure rips through me as I come. I groan again, releasing everything, my body filling with a pleasant warmth.
It takes forever to catch my breath.
"Jesus, Luke," she says.