“This,” he repeats, gesturing between our faces on the screen. “You and me. In the dark. Late at night. On our terms. No one needs to know. It’s not perfect, but God help me, Lucy, I’ll take any piece of you I can get.”
And just like that, the barrier between us dissolves. It’s artificial anyway—something we’ve manufactured to protect ourselves. But here, in the dim light of our bedrooms, with a screen between us, none of that matters.
“If I were there right now, Lucy,what would you do to me?”
“I would kiss you,” I say honestly. “When you left, I didn’t kiss you goodbye, and I regret that. It wasn’t fair. You mean so much to me, and just because—”
He cuts me off before I can bring up any of the multiple reasons that we’re a bad idea.
“I’d let you kiss me, Lucy. I’d let you do anything you wanted. I’d lift you up, so you were straddling my hips, my dick throbbing just below your pussy. I’d stretch my hands over my head and be totally at your mercy.”
The image makes me feel powerful. Before I realize what I’m doing, and that Caleb can see all of me, my hand delves between my thighs. And I throw my head back in sheer ecstasy.
“You wet for me, Lucy?”
“Always,” I tell him. “God, always. All it takes is the thought of you. The other day, I was at work and that song came on. The one by Tom Petty on your dad’s playlist. And I kept picturing the way you sang to me, the things you said. And—”
I look up into the phone to see Caleb gripping his cock, his face tight with restraint, his lips parted slightly.
“And what, Lucy? What did you do about it?”
“I—” My face blushes scarlet, but I continue. “I went to the ladies’ room.I stood in a stall and leaned against the door.”
“Fuck, Lucy. Take my shirt off your perfect body. I’ll keep you warm.”
I shrug out of the soft Henley and toss it to the end of the bed. Then I lean back into my nest of blankets and pillows and cup my breast with my hand. Where once I was uncertain, embarrassed even, about my body, Caleb has made me bold.
“God, that’s it, Lucy. How good does it feel?”
“So good. God, so good, but it’s not enough. I need you,” I whimper.
“Damn right you do. Put your hand back between your legs, Lucy. Yeah, just like that. God. Damn. The sounds you make drive me crazy. Get your fingers wet, Lucy. Are they wet?”
“Soaked,” I tell him, bringing my hand up to the camera and then tracing my nipple with it.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Touch yourself, sweetheart. Take those fingers and fuck that pretty cunt. God, yes. Make noise for me, Lucy. Tell me just how good it feels.” He spits into his palm and nothing about that should be sexy, but God help me, I feel a pull in my belly at the thought of Caleb touching his dick and thinking about me.
My moans are incoherent and louder than they should be, but Nora’s gone for the weekend and our unit’s on the end, and I really don’t give a fuck if someone hears me orgasm right now. That’s how badly I need my release.
“Jesus. The sounds you make get me so goddamn hard. I need you to get yourself there, Lucy. Touch that pretty clit. Fast and hard, just the way you need it. I’m so close. So fucking close.”
I go over the edge and cry out. Caleb follows immediately after, cum shooting onto his gorgeous chest.
It takes us both a minute to recover, and when I can breathe normally again, I roll out of bed and clean up quickly in the bathroom. By the time I make it back to bed and I’ve slipped my new favorite nightshirt on, Whit’s chest is clean, and his face is tired, but satisfied.
“Believe it or not, Lucy Priscilla, this is the part I miss the most.”
“Mutually masturbating?” I ask.
“No,” he chokes out a laugh. “Don’t get me wrong. That was fucking phenomenal. But I miss the after part, too. Taking care of you. Cuddling up with you. Kissing your forehead just before you drift off to sleep.”
I close my eyes because those are the moments I miss the most too. An idea forms in my mind. It’s a terrible idea. But also a really good one.
“What are you doing next weekend?” I ask with no preamble.
“Uh, nice non-sequitur,” he quips.
“Just trying to steer the conversation back to topics that won’t make me all weepy.”
