Chapter Twenty-Two
Jack
It”s been weeks since the ballet class from hell and I think I”ve only just got all the glitter out of my eye. If you want to see a grown man physically roll around on the floor and nearly piss his pants laughing, just tell Harry you had to partake in a four-year-olds ballet class and everyone saw your dick swinging in your pants and one of the horny moms nearly mounted you in the parking lot.
“Bro, you must know that gray sweats are like crack to women,” he howls.
“No… believe it or not, I didn”t, but I won”t be wearing them again unless it’s in front of Ria.”
“Dude, you got it bad if you are taking ballet,” he taunts.
I don’t comment. Just swirl the golden liquid in my tumbler and smile. Thinking of her.
I told them about the kiss with Ria and we unanimously agreed I am indeed pussy whipped. I need to tell Ria how I feel but I need to find the perfect time and way to tell her. The timing isn”t right though. I need to be home and see her, be with her, because I think she feels the same way, and I want to see the look on her face when I tell her and make sure she knows she’s allowed to grab her own happiness.
Knowing Ria for as long as I have, she”s always been the most selfless person. She”s always put her brother, her mom, her dick bag husband before herself. The thought of her suffering makes my chest ache. How can I convince her that putting herself first every now and then is good for her.
We”ve been back in Miami for three weeks now, working and then Chris had his bachelor party last night. I spent it talking about or thinking about Ria and truly embarrassed myself when I kept texting her, telling her I missed her like some horny prepubescent boy.
Usually, we would tear up the strip, and party till we passed out, but things have changed. I”d rather be in my hotel room talking to Ria. We are back at the weekend as it’s Nancy and Chris’ wedding shower, whatever the heck that is. But Ria will be there and it”s the only thing getting me through the week.
We wrap up another dinner meeting and Harry and Brad head off to the bars to get in a few hours of partying. I’d usually join them, but my head and my heart are back in New York with a pretty brunette with eyes like the ocean.
It”s nearly midnight and I head up to my hotel room to shower. I don”t bother putting on boxers and just climb in under the crisp white hotel sheets, switch off the bedside light and open up my phone to do my nightly scroll of my photo album. A photo of her and the girls, photos I’ve taken with the girls the last time I went over, and the only photo I have of me and Ria together. It”s a little blurry, but it”s my favorite. It”s us dancing in her front room next to the record player. Lexi took it after putting on one of her performances. I jokingly asked Ria to dance with me to the old country music that was playing after I had finished twirling Lexi around. The girls were giggling watching us and it”s one of my favorite days I”ve spent with them. My chest aches, wishing I was back there with them now.
I know it”s late and she will be sleeping but I send a short text.
Jack
I miss you beautiful. 3 days till I see you. It can”t come soon enough xxx
I’m surprised when I get a reply back straight away.
Ria
I know. It’s been too long! I think all future business trips should be cancelled, just come and see me instead.
Jack
Suggestion approved! All future business trips are cancelled. Are you alone in bed?
Ria
yeah, why?
I switch the call to FaceTime, and Ria’s sleepy face fills my screen.
“Hey, you,” she says in a soft voice.
“I miss your smile,” I tell her.
“I miss your face too.”
I groan at the sight of her, at the thought that she”s in bed and I am too.
”God, sweetheart. I wish I could touch you right now.”
She hides her face with her bedsheet. ”I think I”d like that too. I don”t know if I can wait that long. I couldn’t stop thinking about you earlier. I had to…” She stops.
“Are you gonna finish that sentence?” I eye her curiously through the screen. “You had to do what?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and tugs it between her teeth in that way that always makes my dick twitch.
“Maria Kennedy, are you telling me you think of me when you touch yourself?” I say suggestively.
“Maybe… Do you think of me?”
I let out a low moan and reach down to palm my now throbbing cock under the sheets. “Sweetheart, you are the only thing I think about. I don”t think you understand what you do to me.”
We don”t say anything, we just stare at each other through the phone and even though we are thousands of miles apart, the tension between us is palpable.
“Show me,” she eventually whispers, so quietly I almost miss it.
I love that she”s feeling confident enough around me to let this side of her finally come out. That she feels like she can be in control and take what she wants.
I pull back the sheet and reach down to take hold of my hard cock, and gently tug, letting out a low groan. Precum dripping on my fingers.
I lower the camera just for a brief second so she can see what I”m doing and how she”s affecting me. She lets out a gasp. We”ve gone too far now, we can”t go back. I”m all in and I think she is too. I lift the camera back up to my face, still stroking my hard length and my breathing becomes heavier. “Your turn,” I moan, my voice low and gravelly.
Her cheeks pinken and her eyes become heavier. She hesitates for the briefest second and then pulls back her bed sheet, moving the camera down her body to reveal a pair of white lace underwear, and fuck… she’s not wearing a top. Ria”s perfectly shaped breasts are on full display and I”d give anything to be there right now, and put one of her hardened nipples in my mouth and suck on it to make her moan.
“God, baby, I want you. Show me how you touch yourself.”
Using her free hand, she strokes down her body, over her breasts and her stomach, until she slips her hand into the top of her underwear. I know when she”s found her clit because her breathing hitches and the moan that escapes her sends a jolt to my already painfully hard dick.
Her hooded eyes stare back at me through the phone. Ria, looking flustered and turned on, is something I never want to forget.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come if you keep looking like that.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes, arching her back and letting out a sexy little moan.
Shit, is this really happening? We are having phone sex. I”m having phone sex with Ria. Her breasts rise and fall in quick succession, and she moans again. I remember that sound; she”s close.
“Shit.” I hiss, feeling that familiar build up heating in my core.
“Are you close, sweetheart? I want you to come with me,” I pant.
She nods, too lost to her pleasure to speak.
Increasing my pace, my balls tingle and draw up tight as I watch her face flush a deep shade of pink. She moves the camera down her body and I watch as the hand that”s dipped inside her laced panties move in quick circles.
Fuck, I wish that was my hand.
“Jack…” She pants “I”m—”
“That”s it, baby. Let go, come with me.” The sounds that leaves her parted lips sets me off.
I come so hard I can”t grip my dick tight enough to stop it exploding all over the sheets. My eyes are fixed on the screen as Ria falls apart, writhing around in her bed, her body trembling with pleasure.
We lay there, still on the line, staring at each other through the screen that separates us, waiting for our breathing patterns to even out. There”s a silence between us. It”s not an awkward one, it”s a silence that has us processing and accepting that we”ve taken another step in our relationship that leaves us a little less like friends and a little more like lovers.
I end the silence by speaking. I need to reassure her that this only changes things for the better between us and hope she doesn”t run again.
“Sweetheart, you are perfect. I wish I could be with you right now.” and as I say that, the look of relief that washes over her face tells me that we are okay. That she”s not going to panic, that she was just as ready as I was for this next progression in our confusing relationship.
“I wish you were here too. Just three more days.” She smiles, followed by a little yawn.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”
“Night Jack.” Blowing me a kiss, she ends the call.