Chapter 20 #2
Quinn: Thinking about you under that blazer.
Quinn: Don’t distract me. I have a board call in ten.
Quinn: Actually. Distract me.
Avery’s pulse had been uneven ever since.
By five, the edge of her frustration from earlier had dissolved completely, replaced by something sharper.
Anticipatory. Quinn’s messages grew less subtle as the hours passed, voice notes low and deliberate, words chosen carefully, like she knew exactly how to keep Avery buzzing without ever fully giving in.
Quinn: Tonight, I don’t want to watch you.
Quinn: I want to control you.
Avery had read that one three times before responding.
Avery: Big words for someone three time zones away.
Quinn: I have very capable hands.
Quinn: And excellent Wi-Fi.
By the time nine o’clock rolled around, Avery had showered, lit a candle, and slipped into a pair of soft black lace panties and an oversized sleep shirt that she’d purposely left unbuttoned just enough to hint at what was underneath.
The vibrator was already nestled between her thighs, snug and subtle, held in place by her arousal and the quiet ache she’d been nursing since earlier.
She’d been thinking about this all day. Thinking about Quinn.
Her phone buzzed. A FaceTime request.
Avery answered it, her face already warm, mouth curved into a smile.
Quinn’s screen filled with soft evening light. She was in her bedroom, dressed down in a tank top and sleep shorts, hair ruffled from getting changed, glasses on, and a glass of wine in hand. Her expression shifted the moment she saw Avery.
“Hi,” Quinn said, her voice already low, already rough. “Jesus. Look at you.”
Avery tilted the phone down, just enough to give her a glimpse of bare legs and the slip of lace between her thighs. “You like?” she asked softly.
“I more than like it,” Quinn replied, taking a long sip of wine. “Where’s the toy?”
“Already in,” Avery answered, her voice steady but heated.
Quinn’s eyes darkened instantly as she reached for her nightstand. “Then let’s get started,” she said.
Avery sucked in a breath as the first buzz hit, low and teasing, just enough to make her hips shift. She let out the smallest moan.
“Tell me how it feels,” Quinn said, already breathless just from watching her.
“Warm,” Avery whispered, her head tipping back slightly. “Buzzing right against me. I can’t stop thinking about your voice.”
Quinn tapped her phone, changing the speed just a little faster. Avery gasped.
“You’re wet already, aren’t you?” Quinn asked, her voice velvet-soft. “I haven’t even touched you.”
“I’ve been wet since lunch,” Avery admitted, her fingers gripping the sheets. “Since you said you wanted to make me forget. Since you called me baby.”
Quinn leaned closer to her screen, her pupils wide. “Slide your shirt off. Let me see you,” she instructed.
Avery obeyed slowly, dragging the shirt off her shoulders and baring her chest. She was flushed already, skin glowing in the candlelight, nipples stiff from arousal and anticipation.
“God, you’re stunning,” Quinn whispered. “I wish I was there.”
“Do you?” Avery asked, her voice teasing, eyes heavy-lidded. “What would you do if you were?”
“I’d have you lay down on the bed first,” Quinn said deliberately. “My mouth kissing, nipping and licking your neck, your throat, making my way down your chest. Hands everywhere. You wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but how much you wanted to come.”
Avery moaned, louder now, as Quinn turned the vibration up again—steady, pulsing, deep. Her hips arched off the bed. Her hand trailed over her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her panties just to add a little pressure, her thighs already trembling.
“You like that?” Quinn asked, watching closely.
“Fuck… yes,” Avery breathed out.
“Don’t come yet,” Quinn said, her voice harder now, sharper. “I want to watch you fall apart. Slowly.”
Avery nodded, lips parted, gasping as the rhythm shifted again. It was maddening—never quite enough.
“God, Quinn… please—” Avery pleaded.
“That’s it,” Quinn said, her own voice slipping. “Beg for it, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me come,” Avery gasped. “I want to hear your voice in my ear. I want to fall apart with you watching.”
Quinn let out a low sound, something between a groan and a prayer. “Touch yourself for me,” she commanded. “Over the toy. Let me see how desperate you are.”
Avery moved her hand lower, fingers brushing the toy and circling over it with shaking precision. She slid two fingers down the drenched lace and moaned at her own slickness.
“Oh, fuck,” Quinn whispered as she shifted her phone and slid her own hand down her shorts. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Touch yourself too,” Avery said, biting her lip. “I want to see you come with me.”
Quinn’s eyes fluttered shut as her hand disappeared out of view, her jaw tense, breath uneven.
“Quinn, please—I need—” Avery’s voice broke as she spoke.
“Now,” Quinn ordered, her tone firm and hungry. “Come now, baby. Let me see it.”
Avery cried out, body arching, thighs trembling as the release slammed into her. She was still holding the phone, still looking at Quinn, the sound of her own name ringing in her ears as everything inside Quinn unraveled too. She trembled through it, thighs clenched, lips parted in a whimper.
When her body finally relaxed, she lay back against the pillows, chest heaving.
Across the screen, Quinn looked breathless. Eyes glassy, lips parted like she was still catching up with herself.
They were both silent for a moment, just listening to each other breathe.
“Holy shit,” Quinn finally said, voice hoarse. “I…fuck.”
Avery smiled, wrecked happy and a little dazed. “That was… yeah.”
“You’re going to kill me,” Quinn said, laughing softly, still trying to catch her breath. “In the best way.”
“I hope so,” Avery murmured, curling up under the blanket, the toy finally quiet between her thighs. “Because I miss you like crazy.”
Quinn’s face softened. “One more week, baby. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Not soon enough.” Avery sighed.
“I know.” Quinn’s eyes searched hers, tender now. “But we’re okay. Right?”
Avery nodded. “We’re okay,” Avery said softly. “Really okay.”
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