Beckett
Squeezing my eyes shut,I wish I could take the worry out of Elouise’s tone, “I have to run back down to Chicago to take care of a few things, but it’s just for a few days. A week at most.”
Her sigh floats through the phone and straight into my chest, “That sucks.”
I crack a smile at her willingness to be honest, “It does suck.” I glance back to the door of my borrowed bedroom, making sure the handle is locked. “Which is why I need your attention now.”
“What do you mean?”
I palm my already hard cock through the thin material of my shorts. “I’m gonna have some late nights, and you’ll be getting up early for class, so this might be the last chance I get to hear you moan for a while.” Her indrawn breath only makes me harder. “You understand me, Babe?”
“Y-yes, what do you want me to do?”
I bite down on the groan that tries to leave my chest, “Put me on speaker.”
Just because I’m trying to be quiet, doesn’t mean she has to be.
There’s a soft shuffling as she sets down the phone, “Okay, I did it.”
“That’s my girl.” I squeeze my dick harder. “Now I want you to use both your hands to play with those glorious tits.” I give her a second to do as I say, “Pull your top out of the way so you can feel that soft skin against your palms. I want you to squeeze them. Feel their weight.” Her breathing is picking up, so I know she’s doing what I’m asking. “Rub your nipples with the pads of your thumbs.” She moans and I’m insanely jealous of her hands. “Does it feel good, Lou? Do your tits feel nice?”
“Yes.”
Her one-word answer is a whisper, but it’s as effective as if she yelled it.
I let go of my cock long enough to shove down my shorts, before wrapping my fingers back around my length.
“I want you to lick the tips of your pointer fingers and thumbs. On both hands.” I slowly stroke myself up and down. “Did you do it?”
She lets out a muffled sound that I take as confirmation.
“Use those fingers to lightly pinch your nipples. Roll them around.” My breathing picks up to match hers. “Are your nipples hard? Are they ready to be sucked on?”
“Yes, Beckett.”
“Pinch them harder.” I increase my own grip. “Harder still.” She moans and I work to make my voice commanding. “Do as I say and pinch them harder.”
Elouise follows my directions and her small cry of pleasure echoes around in my skull.
“That’s right, Smoky. Don’t be shy. Let me hear it. Let me hear how I’m making you feel.”
“Fuck, Beckett,” she’s panting and if I’m not careful I’m going to come before she does.
“How do you feel?” I need to know more. I need details. “Don’t stop touching those pretty pink nipples. Keep pinching them and tell me how you feel.”
“It’s… I’m…” she groans, “Oh, Beckett, I’m so wet.”
“Shit.” I stop stroking myself and squeeze the base of the cock. “How wet, Babe? Slide one of those hands down inside your panties and tell me how wet you are.”
There’s a pause as she holds her breath, then it’s back, choppier than before.
“Tell me.” I remind her. “Use your words.”
“I can’t… God, I’m almost there.”
“Are you dripping for me? Is your pussy ready for my cock?” I’m gritting out the words between clenched teeth.
“Yes. Yes, I’m soaking wet. Can I come?” Her question is the submission I didn’t know I needed, and my balls tighten in anticipation of release. “Please, Beckett, let me come!”
Over the sound of her heavy breathing, I can hear the sounds of her fingers frantically working the slick spot between her legs.
“Rub that clit for me, Babe. Rub that clit and come for me.” I can’t control myself any longer, my hand matching her pace on the head of my cock. “Come for me now.”
There’s a hitch, then her moan fills every inch of my awareness.
With a thrust of my hips, I explode, coming all over my stomach and hand and cock.
“Fuck, Smoky,” my heartbeat won’t slow down, “I’m really gonna miss you.”