The pleasure in his voice does something to me. I play with my nipples until I'm moaning loudly enough to wake up one of the guys.
"Take off your jeans," he says.
I unzip my pants, pull them off my legs, and toss them to the floor. "Done."
"Are you wearing panties?"
"Yeah. Normal cotton ones. They're not very sexy."
"My hard-on disagrees."
"Don't you have another two weeks until you can masturbate?"
"Yeah." His groan is half agony, half ecstasy. "This is more than worth the blue balls." He takes a deep breath. "Grab the vibrator. The settings are on the white handle, in the shape of a heart. Press and hold the one on the bottom to turn it on."
The settings are in the shape of a heart. There's something sweet about that. I remind myself that it doesn't necessarily mean anything, that Tom explicitly backed away from making this relationship anything, even friends with benefits.
Tom takes me through the controls until I'm at the lowest setting of constant vibration.
"Try it over your panties," he says. "It'll be intense."
I test the toy against my inner thigh. It's similar to my phone's vibrate setting only a hell of a lot stronger. Slowly, I spread my legs, working the toy to my sex.
Thatisintense. I gasp.
Tom continues. "Play with it until you find the spot that feels best. That makes your whole body seize up with pleasure."
I shift my wrist, my hips, my pelvis. There. That's it. Wave after wave of pleasure spreads through me. It's intense, fast. My sex clenches, already close to an orgasm.
God, how I want Tom here with me, coming with me. God, how I want Tom. This isn't enough. Nothing is going to be enough until he's mine.
I let myself imagine him here, his hands around the toy, his body next to mine, his lips on my neck. A groan escapes my lips. Yes. There. Almost.
His breath is heavy, desperate. He needs this as badly as I do. It pushes me to the edge.
Pleasure wells up inside me. This thing is damn strong.
Then he groans, and I can't take it anymore. I hold nothing back, moaning and panting as an orgasm overtakes me. Pleasure spills out from my core. I come in spasms.
When I can't take it anymore, I turn off the toy and collapse into the bed. Tom's breath flows through the receiver. It's steady and needy at once.
"That was amazing."
"Thanks."
"You okay?"
"Better than okay."
His line is silent for a moment. "Shit. We're about to board."
"Will you text me when you get in?"
He hesitates. "Sure."
"Tom, I..."
"I gotta go, kid. Sweet dreams."
