34. Chapter 34 #2
"Yes, Ames." I keep my voice low, only for us, gravelly with my feelings. "Let the vibe touch you but know I would do much more. I'd be kissing you. I'd be talking you through it, just like now. I'd be inside you letting that vibe drive us wild."
I change the pattern again. The ghost of a hiccup resounds on the line when I get the phone back up to my ear.
"In my mind," I say, "I'd touch you like we were naked together in my bed.
I'd make love to you all night. I'd give you so many orgasms we both lose count.
And when the sun comes out again, you'd be so soft and unbound, I'd keep you close in my arms. I'd move slow and deep inside of you. Lento, mi divina. Bailaremos lento."
My heart wants to jump out of my chest. It's running out of my mouth, too, but it's not enough.
She can't truly understand the many ways in which I mean my words, and I can't explain.
I'm too wound up, my brain hazy with the need to be with her to do as I promised.
My cock is back to my favorite type of torment, the one where I want Ames desperately and she doesn't know it.
The kind where a few words from her and a single touch would have me finishing before I meant to.
"Saint… I… want you, too."
Her feelings are entwined with her breath, unnamed as they are. Compacted and hidden in her want. I'd ask more, but I have no plan. No idea how to say things right. And if this is working for her and it's half as good as I want it to be for her, then this isn't the time, anyway.
"Fuck," I mutter, and let the curse carry all of my frustrations. The climax I can't allow myself, and all the ones I won't get to give her tonight.
I change the pattern again and set it to the hardest setting. Laughter reaches me from the suite behind me and I curse again.
The bottle lays abandoned next to me and I steal a glance at it. In the blur of my feelings, I consider uncapping it and emptying it on my head. Except that would welcome a hundred questions, and it's unlikely to solve the problem. Only one thing will.
I stand slowly, to prevent much precum from escaping onto my boxers. My brown pants would show even a single drop.
"Ames. Keep touching yourself."
"I am. I can't stop."
"Shit. Yeah. Like that."
Crossing my fingers that I'm safe from leakage, I dart for the bedroom sliding doors at the other end of the terrace. I choose one of the darkened ones, hoping the lights off mean no one is there.
"One day soon—" I try the door. It's blissfully unlocked and I get in— "I'll tell you everything I can't say when I'm miles away and surrounded by my team. I'll find every word, Ames. But now I want you to touch yourself, okay? Make yourself come with the vibe and my voice in your ear."
"I'm close. If only I just…"
"No. Wait for me. Soon. We'll do it soon."
I cross the bedroom without paying attention to a single detail. I'm fully focused on the bathroom, and I don't stop until I make it inside and lock the door behind me. I slap the light on.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asks.
"I'm touching myself now. "
I undo my belt and yank at the layers of fabric covering me. I free my cock, and let out a long, strangled groan when I fist it in my hand.
"What can I say… to help you…" she tries.
An unexpected scoff escapes my throat. "You don't have to say anything, Ames, don't you see? Everything you do is what I want. I just need the little noises you make, and to know you want me too."
I stroke myself once. Twice. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation, on the call, on us.
I frown in concentration. "If you want to say something, say it. If you feel something, give it to me. I'll take all of you. I'll make it all mine."
"Saint—" my name is strangled on the phone.
I'm pumping faster now. "Bella, sólo tú. Only you can get me hiding in a random room like this when I want to be there with you. Speaking into the phone when I should be saying sweet nothings to your ear. Touching myself when I want to be inside you for hours."
"I'm going to come. Saint!"
"Come for me, bella. Eso, así." I swallow her moans and grip myself harder. "Tan divina. I'm seeing you breaking in my arms, Ames. Giving into this climax that's for me, even if I'm miles away. I can see your face, you know? It's seared behind my eyes. I know how you look, and I need more of it."
Her breathing is broken by the spasms I can't see, but I know rake her body. My lungs match her, because my own orgasm races behind her.
"One day soon," I groan, "I'll love you unhurriedly, fully, thoroughly. Until I lose myself in you, and you don't want to be anywhere else."
"Gael…"
I come. I say things but I don't know what.
It's dangerous to forget myself like this, but it's not in my control, and all I can do is let my climax take over.
I've already been saying things I probably shouldn't, and it didn't stop me.
My feelings overflow and I can't stop them, either.
My brain is empty, and my body is pulsing and trembling, and my senses are on overload.
The yellow lights above the mirror shine like suns, and they're the stars by which I find my way to the present moment again.
I open my eyes slowly. My lungs still work hard, but I'm recovering. Ames seems to be back to herself as well, from the slowing breaths I can hear on the phone.
"What did you say?" she asks.
I wince. "Errr.. when, exactly?"
"Just then. Not the Spanish— well, I guess it could have been Spanish then at the end, too."
"Damn." I take a deep breath and open my eyes. "I guess we'll never know."
"Did I blank out your mind, then, Gael?"
I smirk. "Everything is empty, I think."
She chuckles. I grab toilet paper to clean up after myself.
"What about you?" I ask. "All nice and liquified?"
"Yeah. Good job, sir."
"Ma'am. At your service."
"I'll just say you called me , Saint."
"I'm a proactive servant, what can I say?"
I get myself back in order, turn off the light, and go out into the darkened bedroom. With a smile on my face, I sit on the bed.
She laughs. "Five stars. Though the Spanish should get a special mention. Is that your secret weapon? You hadn't used it like that before."
"Never used it like that before. I can't say that I planned it."
"Really?"
"But if you liked it, I'll call you bella as much as you want."
"Divina was my favorite."
I grin. "Noted."
The word isn't fully out of my mouth when the door opens.
"There you are." Dom gives me a quizzical look. "I thought you were getting a drink. "
"I left it outside." I chew on the inside of my cheek. "I'm on the phone with Ames."
"Oh. Right." He arches an eyebrow. "Anyhoo. Coach wants to talk to us."
"Five minutes," I say.
"Say hi to Ames." Dom smirks. "Don't dilly dally."
"Dilly dally?" I laugh.
"Yeah. Chop chop." He chuckles. "You know what I mean. Pedal to the metal. We have a lot to do and we want it all, don't we?"
"You're obnoxious." I grab a decorative pillow from behind me and throw it his way.
He catches it no problem, throws it back to me, and leaves.
"He's gone," I say to Ames. "Finally."
She chuckles. "That was a close call. But you have to leave now?"
"Yeah, I should."
"So what happens next? The big game is in two weeks, right?"
"Yeah. This week will be heavy training and media. I don't know the exact dates yet, but we're flying to San José several days before the big game. More media. More training. We'll be busy."
"When do you hear about the MVP?"
"Usually the awards are announced on the Thursday before we play."
She sighs. "You're amazing. How do you handle the pressure?"
"I've been training for this my whole life." I smile. "I can't let the pressure distract me. All I can see is the prize."
And in my head, that includes a life with Ames.
"Okay, then," she says. "We'll come up with something, right? We'll prepare. You for the game, me for the show. And then, when you're back… we'll figure out the rest when we're both back."
"We'll know more. We'll talk."
"Let's try to make the most out of what's coming our way. Yeah?"
"Yeah. Good night, Ames. "
We end the call with the words I can't say stuck in my tongue. I'm lost in lust, maybe lost in love, and lost on how to make this last with Ames… but I won't let that stop me, either. At all.