Chapter 28
FLIP
Flip
How was dance practice?
Tally
Intense but so good. I feel great about our group routine for the showcase. Tomorrow I practice my solo piece for my in-class performance next week. I soaked in the tub after and watched the end of the game on my phone.
You looked good on the ice tonight.
Tally often slides these tidbits into our text conversations. I like to think it’s on purpose to test my fraying control.
Flip
Did you use the bubbles and Epsom salts I sent you?
Tally
I did! Now I smell pretty.
Flip
You always smell edible. What are you up to now?
Tally
Lying in bed, reading Cammie’s newest fic update.
Flip
This seems to be a frequent occurrence.
Tally
She usually updates weekly. It’s like waiting for the next episode of your favorite show.
Flip
Maybe I should read it, too.
Tally
Maybe.
Flip
Maybe we should read it together.
Tally
It’s spicy.
Flip
How spicy we talking?
Tally
Ghost pepper level.
I usually get my toys out and play after I read a chapter.
I can envision her lying on her bed, hair fanned across her pillow, lip caught between her teeth as she waits for my reply. I love that I now have the memory of her lying under me, my name a moan on her lips. The craving for more of her is eating me alive these days. I take the bait.
Flip
Toys? As in plural?
Tally
I have a whole collection.
Flip
I expect some show and tell in the future.
Tally
You get to see my toys when I get to see your toy.
Flip
That can be arranged.
Send me a link to the story.
Tally
It’s why choose.
A link follows.
I pull it up on my phone and scan the first chapter. It dives right into the action. I watched the movies this story is based on a long time ago, and I remember the characters. But none of this happens on the screen.
Tally
Are you still here?
Flip
I’m reading.
Tally
It starts with a literal bang.
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Oh, I’m aware.
The opening scene is a three-way in which Arwen is getting railed by Legolas and Aragorn.
It’s exceptionally detailed. And well written.
Now I understand why Tally and her friends are always referencing Cammie’s fics.
But more importantly, I want to know if this is something Tally thinks she wants in real life, or if it’s just something she enjoys reading about.
I call her, and she picks up on the second ring.
“I have questions.”
“No, Cammie and Chase aren’t part of a throuple,” she replies cheekily.
“Chase doesn’t strike me as someone who shares.” He’s too singularly focused on Cammie.
“He’s not,” Tally agrees.
But Chase and Cammie and who they do and don’t want to invite into their relationship isn’t my concern. “Is this a fantasy of yours?”
“To get it on with Legolas and Aragorn?” Her voice is pitchy.
My chest tightens, and my palms dampen. My experiences far outweigh hers. “To have a threesome,” I clarify.
Her swallow is audible.
My heart is beating so hard it feels like it could crack my ribs. This is where things get tricky. I’ve done it all. Multiple times, with various partners. But the idea of sharing Tally with anyone lights a rage fire in my veins.
“You can be honest.” I mean it, even if the truth will gut me.
“Um, well…” Her words blend together in a rush. “Mostly when I picture the scene, and I’m the heroine, I imagine that it’s…two of you.”
“Two of me?” I repeat.
“Yes,” she whispers.
My relief is overwhelming. It’s unfair considering my history. “I want to give you all the experiences, kitten. You know that, right?”
“Yeah. Yes. I know that,” she whispers.
“Good.” I clear my throat. “But I need to be very clear about something, okay, Tally?”
“Okay.” Rustling comes through the line.
“Anything you want to try, we can.”
She whimpers softly.
“But when it comes to you and me, I want it to just be us. I know that’s unbalanced. I don’t want to be shared by you, Tally. I want to be yours, and that means there will not be a person who touches you who isn’t me,” I promise.
“I don’t want anyone but you,” she assures me.
“Good. That’s good.” It heals something deeply broken inside me to hear that from her. “I don’t want anyone but you either.”
“I just want to be what you need,” she whispers.
“You’re everything, kitten. I can’t get enough of you.” I’m utterly consumed by her. When I’m not with her, I’m thinking about her. I dream about her constantly. I want to start and end every day with her.
She makes a soft sound, and it echoes my relief. Her sheets rustle again.
“What’s going on, Talls?” I crave the intimacy of openness with her. I want her implicit trust, her confidence, so she can share all her secrets and desires.
“I don’t know. I’m…achy. I miss you. I wish you were here and I could touch you, instead of being a plane ride away.”
“You need some relief?”
She sighs. “You can’t dry fuck me from another province.”
“No, but I can talk you through it,” I offer. “If that’s something you want.”
“Like…phone sex?” Her voice wavers with excitement and something else. Maybe uncertainty.
“Would you like that? My voice in your ear, guiding you while you touch yourself?”
She inhales sharply, and exhales on a shudder. “I, uh…I haven’t…it’s not something I’ve done before,” she admits.
“I get another first with you, then.” I covet every new experience with Tally. “But only if you want to try it.”
“Okay. Yes…yes, please,” she whispers.
“If it doesn’t work for you, you just tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
I grin and put her on speakerphone, so I have my hands free. “What are you wearing?”
“A tank, your hoodie, and a pair of sleep shorts.”
“What about panties?”
“No panties.”
“I like that.” I can picture my hoodie swimming on her small frame. “You’re lying in bed?”
“I am.”
“Perfect, put your phone on speaker, then take off the sleep shorts,” I order gently.
“Okay.” The rustle of fabric follows. “Should I take off the hoodie, too? I’m already warm.”
“Leave it on for now, but push it up to your waist.” I slide my hand into my boxer briefs and fist my cock. “Are you naked from the waist down now?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” I rub my thumb along my weeping slit. “You said you were wearing a tank, too. Describe it for me.”
“It’s pale blue and cropped.”
“No bra?”
“No bra,” she echoes.
“Would I be able to see your nipples through the fabric if you weren’t wearing my hoodie?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, kitten.” I stroke myself roughly. “Would you show up at the door dressed like that?”
“If you wanted me to, yes.”
“I’d have you against the wall, with that hoodie pushed up so I could suck your pretty little nipples through your tank while you rubbed your pussy on my thigh.”
“Oh my God,” she groans.
“Are you touching yourself, Tally?” I bark.
“I—I—”
“Where are your hands?”
“One is under my shirt.”
“And the other?”
“Between my legs,” she whispers.
“Did I say you could touch your pussy?”
“N-no.”
“So where should that hand be?”
“Not between my legs?” It comes out a question.
“Move the one between your thighs to your stomach,” I order.
“O-okay.”
“It’s hard to be good sometimes, isn’t it?”
She makes an affirmative sound. “What about the other hand?”
“That one can stay under your shirt. Are your nipples hard, kitten?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
“Good. Lick your fingers and tug on them.”
The wet sound of suction follows, and a few moments later she whimpers softly.
“If it was my mouth, I’d use teeth, so tug hard.”
She gasps and moans, but the sound cuts off abruptly.
“Is Fee home?”
“No, she’s at Roman and Lexi’s tonight.”
“Good.” She’ll be less inhibited because she’s alone. “Don’t be shy with me. I want all your moans and whimpers and sighs, Tally.”
She makes a soft, plaintive sound.
“That’s it. That’s what I want more of. If I was there, I’d eat up all the pretty sounds you make.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers and the sheets rustle. “Please, Phillip.”
“Please what, kitten? Use your words,” I taunt.
“Please can I touch myself?”
“You can do better than that,” I tsk. “Be explicit.”
“I want you,” she moans.
“I’m right here,” I cajole. “Ask for what you want so I can give it to you.”
“I want your fingers inside my pussy,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now slip your hand between your thighs and tell me what I’d find if I was there with you.”
“I’m wet.”
“When I get my hands on you, I’ll have you soaking the sheets.”
“Yes, please,” she groans.
“Circle your clit with your index finger,” I order. “Nice and slow, though. We both know I’d tease you.”
“So much teasing,” she murmurs, then sighs.
“How does it feel?”
“Good. But it would be better if it was you.”
“I’d keep you on the edge for a long time. Make you squirm for me.” To be able to touch her, see her at her most primal, spread out just for me. “Would you beg for me?”
“Please, yes,” she pleads. “I ache for you.”
“It’s the same for me,” I assure her. “Slide one finger into your pussy.”
She groans and the sound turns into a low keening.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. Soft.” She pauses for a second, then adds in the quietest whisper, “I’m so wet, Phillip.”
“You making a mess of your sheets for me?”
Her breath hitches, another low moan tumbling from her lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Tally. I’d eat you up if I was there. Lick your juices off my fingers just for a taste of you,” I promise. “Do that for me. Lick your cum off your fingers and tell me how you taste.”
“Oh God.”
“Be loud about it, Tally. I want to hear it. Pretend your fingers are my cock.”
The liquid sound of her fingers in her mouth and wet suction follow.
“I bet you taste like heaven,” I praise. “Add another finger now.”
At the next deep moan, I tighten my grip on my cock, and increase my pace. “I’m fucking my hand just like you’re fucking yours,” I grind out. “But the next time I get you alone, it’ll be my cum-soaked fingers in your mouth, my fingers stretching your pussy, me making you come.”
Tally swears, and a high-pitched moan fills my ears as she comes. I stroke fast and hard, tipping over the edge right along with her. My heavy breathing and her soft whimpers fill the quiet.
“Hi.” I grab a handful of tissues from the nightstand and clean up the mess on my stomach.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“How are your sheets holding up?”
“Um. I think they need to be changed.”
“Good. Do you feel better?”
“I’m so much more relaxed,” she admits.
“Me too, but I still wish I was with you so we could cuddle after we change your sheets and clean you up.” I can’t handle another four days without her. It’s too fucking long. “What’s your weekend look like?”
“Studying, rehearsing, hopefully a visit to the cat shelter if I can swing it,” she replies.
“When are your rehearsals?”
“I’m still waiting for Charles to get back to me with his work hours on Saturday and Sunday. He won’t know until tonight.”
“Do you want to come to the game tomorrow?”
“In Montreal?”
“Yeah. Hemi’s out here. I can talk to my sister, see if she can come, too, so you have a travel friend.
Tristan’s always looking for a reason to get her to an away game.
And Connor’s in the same boat. I can fly you out in the morning, and you can stay for the game.
We can go out with our friends, have a night together—”
“Where you’ll touch me with your actual hands on my bare skin?”
I chuckle. “You know I can picture your eyebrows dancing on your forehead.”
“My eyebrows are very invested in the possibility,” she replies.
“You can let your eyebrows know that I plan to actually touch you with my hands.”
“Specifically, you will fingerbang me,” she clarifies.
I smile and rub my bottom lip. “Yes, Tally, I’ll finger fuck you, if you let me fly you to the game.”
“And you’ll let me jerk you off, too.”
“Yeah.” My response comes out gruff at the idea of Tally’s soft hands on my skin.
“Will you spoon me to sleep after?” she asks softly.
“I’ll cuddle you all night.” To have her at my game and in my bed will get me through the rest of this away series. I’m gone for her. Obsessed.
“That sounds perfect.”
“I can’t wait to see you, Tally. I’m counting down the minutes.”