Chapter 16 #2
“Yeah, of course. It’s always the right time for you to call me,” Daddy answered. “But can we switch to video so I can see your face?”
“Yeah, but fair warning—I’m glowing.”
Before he could ask for an explanation, we switched over to a video call. Before I had to say anything, I heard Daddy’s swift intake of breath.
“Yikes, you weren’t kidding. Forget the sunscreen?”
“Yep, and I’m not making that mistake again. I eventually put some on, but the damage was already done. How’s New York?”
“If I tell you the truth, do you promise to tell me about your first day?”
“Sure.”
“It fucking sucks. It’s too noisy and crowded, and it’s hot, and there’s no breeze, and I hate hotel rooms when I’d rather be home with you.
And my original flight was delayed, so I had to grab another one, and I’m a bougie bitch who likes at least business class.
Instead, I had to sit in economy near the restroom, and it put me in a shitty mood.
I’m also pretty annoyed I couldn’t be there for your first day. ”
Daddy finally ran out of steam—and breath—before throwing himself grumpily back onto the pillows.
“Sorry?”
“Yeah, me too.” He sighed dramatically before asking, “Tell me about your first day.”
“I loved it, sunburn and all. Ben was super sweet when I showed up to take him to school, which was a nice start.”
Henry asked a few questions along the way but mostly let me drone on about the minutiae of the day, including more detail than he probably wanted about our daily schedule.
Each week had a different focus, and today was all about plants, so we collected clippings and used them to practice the alphabet and letter sounds.
I was a little jealous that my afternoon was spent working instead of napping in the low-hanging hammocks like the kids.
Henry promised he could make that happen for me, but I was almost afraid to ask if he was serious.
At some point, our conversation grew quieter, and it felt more intimate.
He was in his hotel room, reclining against a pile of pillows with his shirt off and sleep pants slung low on his hips.
I was lying in bed with my phone directly in front of my face.
I hadn’t wanted to be too loud, so I’d dropped my voice to a whisper.
“Sweetheart, have I mentioned how damn much I miss you?” Daddy said huskily. It was off camera, but he might have adjusted himself. I couldn’t quite tell.
“Me too, Daddy.”
Something about the moment had me feeling brave. My breath caught in my throat before I added, “I’ve been thinking about what could’ve been happening.”
“Oh yeah?” Daddy stared intently into the phone. “Want to tell me what that might be?”
I took a steadying breath and said, “I think it might involve our cocks.”
How was it that someone thirty-nine years and fifty weeks old had never had phone sex? It didn’t matter because I was about to lose my phone-sex virginity.
“Tell me more, sweetheart,” Daddy encouraged. “I want to hear all about it.”
“Uh, first, I think you should, um, take off your sleep pants.”
“Will you join me?”
“Yeah,” I answered shakily.
Within seconds, we were both stark naked and back to lying on our respective beds.
Daddy held the phone at an angle so I had a full view of his chest and face.
Mine stayed focused mostly on my face because I was much less assured about my body.
Not worried enough to start going to the gym again, but worried enough not to be excited to flash him.
“Sweetheart, I wish I could be there in person,” Daddy admitted.
It was off camera, but I saw the slight movement of his arm, and my mind wandered to what exactly he might be doing.
I imagined his large fingers wrapped around his cock, making lazy strokes over it.
Not enough to actually come, but enough to remind himself how good it felt.
Maybe he’d take his thumb and capture a little of the precum leaking from the slit to use as lube.
It was possible he’d stop every once in a while to cup and handle his balls too.
“Same. Daddy, what are you doing? I can see your arm moving.”
Rather than answer, he grinned, then panned the phone down his body.
I caught a quick glimpse of his flat stomach before his cock was front and center.
It was already fully hard, the tip glistening with precum.
He fisted his cock, every once in a while brushing across the head.
When he did that, I heard his sharp intake of breath.
Daddy’s cock was thick and stout, more like a can. Mine was a bit longer but slimmer. If I was going to pick between the two, I’d always choose his. Hands down.
When he moved the camera back up, he looked a little more strained than before.
There was a slight sheen of sweat across his forehead and the tendons in his neck stood out a little more.
His more labored breathing sent my self-confidence soaring.
I swear this man made me feel powerful just by being around him.
“Can I see you, sweetheart?”
After the briefest moment of indecision, I shifted the camera angle so he could see all of me. His sharp intake of breath pooled low in my stomach and hardened my cock even more. Precum beaded at the tip.
“I wish I could taste you because that cock needs to be sucked.”
At his words, I swiped my finger through the sticky liquid, flipped the phone, and let him watch me taste myself. He visibly shuddered, and abject lust was plainly written across his face. My confidence soared.
“But, Daddy, I want to taste you too,” I whispered. “Because I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.”
Daddy propped up the phone on extra pillows, so I had a more complete view of him. His legs were spread wide and his hand moved faster on his cock.
“Next time, sweetheart. All you want.”
I made approving sounds and shifted around on the bed until I could give Daddy a better view.
Words faded, and we spent our time touching ourselves while imagining it was the other’s hand.
Each glide was a reminder that while it wasn’t quite enough, it was all we had tonight.
I heard Daddy’s groan when my back arched off the bed.
I desperately wanted to come, but it was just out of reach.
No matter how much I chased my release, it slipped from my grasp over and over again. Daddy’s groan interrupted my tangent.
“Fuck, Drew, you’ve ruined me. Without feeling your tight ass around my dick, it’s not the same. Goddamn, I need you.”
His rushed, harsh words were enough to bring me right to the edge of where I desperately wanted to go.
“Yeesss,” I groaned. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me.”
“Soon, sweetheart. Soon. The minute I get back. Fuuuuuuck.”
With our promises given, we reached climax at the same time. Ropes of cum pulsed from my cock, spilling onto my fist and torso. The only sounds were our matched gasping breaths. With half-hooded eyes, Daddy watched me through the screen.
“Taste yourself, sweetheart.”
My eyes never left his. I raised my hand and licked every bit of my release from my fingers.
“Goddamn, I’m jealous.”
“It’s yours next time, Daddy,” I promised.
“Damn straight. Sweetheart, I know you’re exhausted.”
I chuckled slightly because the moment after I came, my eyes drooped. It was an actual struggle to stay awake.
Daddy joined in with a rumble of suppressed laughter. On autopilot, I forced myself out of bed and followed his step-by-step directions to wipe myself down with face wipes, double-check my alarm, put the leftovers in my room’s mini fridge, plug in my phone, and climb back into bed.
“I’m glad your first day was amazing. I’ll be home in two days. Will you meet me at my house? My flight lands at four, so I’ll be home by six.”
“I’ll be there, Daddy.”
“In my bed?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Always. Goodnight, sweetheart.”
With that, his screen went dark, and I was left alone in my room with my heart still beating erratically over what we’d just shared.
The enormity of the moment struck me like a ton of bricks.
It wasn’t about a little phone sex or even sex in general.
Henry made me feel safe, confident, protected, and empowered, all wrapped into one.
The timing of the epiphany left a damn lot to be desired.
That feeling I’d been chasing for twenty years had been handed to me, and it was as amazing as I’d always imagined it would be.
Of course that meant a lump the size of a mountain immediately formed in my throat, and I had to swallow rapidly to try to hide it. No one wanted to have sex with someone who was crying through the whole thing…well, at least not this kind.
Do not cry.
Do not cry.
Do. Not. Cry.