Matt
The vibration of my phone interrupts my thoughts, and I glance at the glowing screen in my hand. I hadn’t even realised that I had tipped my head back against the headboard; my other hand unconsciously rubs my hard-on before I look at the message.
Becca: I went back into the lounge after you left. I haven’t made it upstairs yet.
I wonder if she is unable to settle. Do I try my luck? Is it going to be too much? I don’t want to spook her, but equally, I don’t like the thought of leaving her unsatisfied and needing more.
Becca: Yes. I can’t concentrate on anything. I really should get to bed, but I figured a chapter of my book would quiet my mind.
Matt: You’ve had quite a day. What’s on your mind?
That’s it, keep it friendly. I squeeze my cock again in an attempt to hold off the urgent need I’m feeling to jerk off to images of Becca underneath me.
Becca: You. Us. I need…
Her text appears incomplete. What does she need?
My mind conjures images of her lying on the sofa, her skirt riding up her thighs, one hand gripping the sofa cushion as the other works furiously under her skirt between her legs.
A groan leaves my lips, and I try to muffle the sound, not knowing if my dad is in the other room sleeping.
Matt: What do you need, Becca? Tell me.
It could be an innocent text, but with the thoughts I’m having, I know that it isn’t.
Three dots appear and disappear, and I wonder if she is going to end the conversation or even reply.
A voice message appears. So I reach for my earphones on my bedside cabinet and plug them into my phone before listening to it.
Becca: I want to tell you. I just don’t know how.
Her voice sounds breathy, a whispered confession and a hint of desperation as if she is admitting a sin.
I bring the microphone of my earphones closer to my mouth, wetting my suddenly dry lips with my tongue.
This is probably a terrible idea, but as more blood engorges my cock to the point of pain, I’m beyond thinking clearly. I want to hear her come.
Matt: Are you thinking about me touching you? It’s all I can imagine right now. I can almost feel how soft your skin is as my fingertips gently pull up your skirt so I can see more of your gorgeous legs.
I keep my tone low, and it husks out with the effort it takes me to be restrained.
I know this will go one of two ways. Becca will either be too shy to reply or, and I hope it’s this one, she will find that courage I see blossoming in her every time I’m with her, and she will give in to what she wants.
I hit send as my mind brings back the image of her lying on the sofa in front of me, her soft gasp as my fingers brush the inside of her thigh when I push up her skirt.
My phone vibrates with an incoming message, and I’m almost too scared to open it. Did I push her too far?
Becca: Matt, what are you doing to me? Your voice, your words. I can almost feel your touch on my skin.
Her voice is so soft, so seductive, that I want nothing more than to hear her every breath as I take her over the edge.
Matt: Call me. Let me hear you as you imagine me kissing the inside of your thigh.
I could say more, but I’m not going to. I want to see if she has the courage to take what she wants. My cheeks pull up as a grin explodes onto my face when the screen of my mobile lights up with an incoming call.
“Oh my god, Matt, we can’t… I’ve never…” Her voice is still low but filled with a need so acute I can feel it inside me.
“Yet you rang me. Don’t be afraid to ask me for what you want. I will give it to you, Darlin’.” I let my words hang for a second, then I ask, “Are you wet, Darlin’? Imagining me touching you, kissing you.”
The sound of her soft moan in my ears spurs me on as I slide my hand inside my boxer shorts and fist my cock, giving it a hard tug. A hiss escapes my lips without my consent. I’m so close already, I feel like a pubescent teenager.
“Matt, oh…” Her breathing sounds faster, short little pants do a number on my cock, and I thumb the pre-cum over my slit.
“That’s it, Darlin’, I want you nice and wet. Use your fingers, rub your clit nice and hard. Now pinch it. Imagine me sucking it into my mouth.” The last word leaves my lips in a growled whisper as I wind myself up thinking about all the things I want to do to her.
She doesn’t answer, but I can hear her panting on the other end of the phone and wish with every fibre of my being that I was there with her, showing her how much I want her.
Watching her face flush as the feeling rushes over her.
Her desperate pleas for more have me focusing on the sound coming through my earphones.
“Don’t stop, Matt. I’m so close.” Becca raises her voice every so slightly.
“Shh, Darlin’, I’ve got you. Bring your other hand under your skirt, inside your knickers.
” Her answering yes tells me she is doing exactly as I ask, and doesn’t that make my dick jerk in my hand.
I can’t hold off any longer cum is seeping from my desperately hard cock.
I pull my boxers down, exposing my engorged length and grip myself hard, squeezing and twisting as I work my hand over my cock and moan her name, knowing she will hear me.
“Matt? Are you touching yourself?” she asks shyly but with a tone that suggests she really wants to know.
“Yes, Darlin’, you made me so hard that I can’t think straight.
I need to come so bad. Use your fingers, I want to hear you fuck yourself.
Make yourself come, Becca.” I demand, gripping my phone in one hand as I fuck my hand with the other, hearing her inhale sharply through my earphones and softly curse as she begins to pant in earnest.
“Matt, Jesus, oh fuck.” Her cursing brings a chuckle to my lips, but I don’t let it out. I want this, and I want this version of Becca for myself.
“How many fingers, Becca?” I ask, my voice barely disguises the strain I’m feeling as I try to stave off the inevitable. I want to hear her come first.
“Two, oh… oh, Matt.” She whimpers, and the sound of her wet pussy reaches my ears.
“That’s it, Darlin’. You can take another one, fill yourself just as I will when I get that sweet pussy to myself.
” Becca swears again, but I know she’s doing exactly as I ask as she begins to cry out softly.
I’m almost certain that she will be biting her lip because my bottom lip is sucked between my teeth as my hand moves faster and faster.
“Oh fuck, oh, Matt, oh fuck I’m…” Becca’s voice tapers off as a loud moan fills my ears, sending me over the edge.
Hot cum spurts over my hand, and I hastily move the duvet out of the way as my sticky release covers my abs.
Neither of us speaks; the only sound is our heavy breathing as we come down from one of the most intense climaxes I’ve ever had.
I finally find my voice, needing to reassure her as I reach for the tissue box beside my bed.
“You okay, Darlin’?” I ask softly, holding the microphone close to my lips before letting it go and starting to clean myself down. A soft giggle answers my question.
“Wow, I’ve never done that before. That was intense,” Becca admits, sounding a little giddy.
“Next time, I want to be there. I want to taste you on my tongue, feel your soft, wet pussy clenching around my fingers and make you come so hard you see stars as I thrust my cock inside you.” I growl out the words, making it clear that this is not a one-time thing; we are not having a fling.
I want her to be mine. I pull my earphones out and put the phone directly against my ear.
A soft groan sounds out through the phone, and I hear her rustling on the other end of the phone. If I had to guess, I would say she’s straightening her clothes.
“How is it you can make me want all those things, too?” She sounds confused.
“Call it fate, give it whatever name you like, but know that from now on, I want to be there for you. Giving you whatever you need.” I sit up straighter, hoping my conviction is clear.
I don’t know where this need to protect her has come from, but I’m not questioning the gut feeling I have every time she is near. We are meant to be together.
“What about you, Matt? What do you get from this? It’s a huge responsibility to take on, as it’s not just me; I come as a package deal.”
“I'm well aware, Becca, and I’m fully prepared to take on Cally as well. That little lady has burrowed her way into my heart already, and I can’t think of waking up tomorrow and not seeing you both.”
“Oh, Matt.” There’s a little hitch in her low voice, and I wish I could see her to gauge whether I’ve come on too strong.
“Please don’t make me regret letting you in.” She pleads quietly, and I know she’s being serious. I exhale slowly because I understand this is hard. Becca has erected a massive wall to protect her from getting hurt. That ex of hers has a lot to answer for.
“I won’t,” I promise, knowing I will do everything in my power to keep my word.
“Night, Matt.” Becca sighs, and I don’t push for more tonight.
“Night, Darlin’. Sleep well.”
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