28 - Avery #2
After ten days of hotel rooms, all I really wanted was to curl up beside him and finally rest. The thought of walking into my apartment alone suddenly feels far less appealing. I force myself not to examine that too closely.
The door to my room swings open, and I switch on the lights before kicking off my shoes and collapsing backward onto the mattress. The bed bounces beneath me.
Grayson must hear something in my voice because his own softens. “It’s only two days.”
“I’ve survived much longer than two weeks without seeing you.”
“That was before you liked me.” I can hear the smirk on his face.
My stomach betrays me with a ridiculous little flip.
“Who says I like you?”
Instead of answering, my phone buzzes. The incoming FaceTime notification lights up the screen.
When his face appears, I forget how to breathe.
He’s sprawled across his bed with his back against the headboard, shirtless and freshly showered, his hair still damp. The glasses he only wears at home rest low on his nose.
No man should be allowed to look that good while doing absolutely nothing.
“Hey, Chaos.” His smile turns smug. “It kind of looks like you like me.”
I groan. “You FaceTime me half-naked with those glasses on and expect me not to drool. It’s not a fair fight.”
“You’re right, it’s not fair.” His eyes sparkle. “You should obviously be half-naked, too.”
My breath hitches, and I glance around the empty room as if someone might’ve overheard him.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
“C’mon, you’re the one who said it wasn’t fair.”
I roll my eyes, but also feel myself rising to his challenge. He thinks he’s holding the cards.
Well, two can play at that game.
I glare at him, shifting the phone to one hand, while the other slides my underwear down my legs off camera.
“There,” I say, smirking right back.
“You don’t look half-naked to me.”
“That’s because you’re looking at the wrong half.” I lift my hand, dangling my underwear in front of the camera. Satisfaction courses through me when his eyes darken.
He adjusts himself, and the camera shifts down, teasing me with his abs on display.
“You mean to tell me that your pussy is bare right now, baby?”
“It’s a shame you’re not here to enjoy it.”
“And if I were there?” His voice is gravelly.
“You’d feel exactly how wet I am.”
He groans, his arm moving off camera. “How wet are you?”
“So. Wet.” I slide my fingers through my slit, circling my clit once.
“Shit.” The camera shakes as he adjusts again, sitting up higher. “Can I see?”
I raise my fingers, turning them so that they glisten in the light.
He drops his head back. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant,” I smirk, an idea forming. “Where’s my thong you refuse to give back?"
His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as he reaches over to his nightstand, pulling it out.
Heat flares up my spine, knowing that he’s been keeping it right there all along.
I slide my fingers back down my body, head tilting back against the pillow when I dip them into me.
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath.
“Why do you have my panties within arm’s reach, Grayson?”
“You know why.” His voice is hoarse, his arm moving slowly as he grasps himself.
“Tell me.”
“You want me to confess to stroking my cock with your panties?”
“No,” I murmur, my fingers brushing my clit. “I want to watch you do it.”
A devilish grin spreads across his face.
“That depends. Do I get to see you fuck yourself with your fingers, wishing it were me inside you?”
I’m too desperate to argue, instead angling the camera down at the same time he does.
My heart kicks up when he wraps the black lace around his shaft and starts stroking himself.
I match his pace with my fingers, swirling circles across my clit.
“It’s been way too long since I was inside you.” He murmurs.
“It’s fucking unbearable.”
“Yeah? Is your hand not enough?”
I exhale loudly. "You know it’s not enough.”
My pace picks up, my orgasm just out of reach.
“These panties aren’t enough for me either, baby. Nothing is as good as your perfect pussy.”
“Grayson.” His name rolls off my tongue.
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I whimper, watching as he moves his hand faster, his grip tight as he starts focusing on the tip of his cock.
“I am too.”
When he moans my name, I lose it completely, falling over the edge at the same time as he does. My orgasm wrings me out completely, while he comes onto his stomach.
No one tells you how awkward phone sex gets when it’s over. There is absolutely no way to look sexy on camera while you clean yourself up and make the bed.
Once we’re both settled back onto our beds, I glance into the camera and notice he’s laughing.
He tries to hide his laugh behind his hand, but he can’t stop his shoulders from shaking, and soon I’m giggling right along with him.
“Well, that was…” He starts.
“Something we should’ve done two weeks ago,” I finish.
We both laugh again.
When he regains his composure, he frowns. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” The words slip out before I can think better of them, and I cringe.
He notices. “Why did that look painful to say?”
I stutter, trying to figure out how to explain. “I don’t feel like I’m allowed to miss you. I don’t know what I want. I don’t even know what the hell we are.”
He turns onto his side, holding the phone closer to his face. Then, when it’s clear I’m done, he finally speaks.
“Miss me anyway.”