By the time I make it home I’m half dead. For the past week, it’s been the same song and dance. I work. I black out until I get home, then I pretend I’m not hurrying into my bed to check my phone and see all the messages from Chase.
It’s been the same every night since our first call. I send him the teenage “are you awake” text and he calls me. I answer on a whisper, because I’m a school girl, and he replies purring my name.
I don’t know whether all the personal talks we’ve had should freak me out or comfort me. I can’t say I have ever had a guy who wanted to hear the sap and gore of my childhood and upbringing. But he pushes and I slowly tell him. He never seems to pull away, and with that I tell him more.
I wasn’t raised as your typical Brady bunch child if that isn’t obvious. My mom and dad died in a car accident when I was super young and I was left with my aunt and uncle. They were definitely what you call stellar step-in parents, minus the stellar part. Meaning I basically grew up on my own. I didn’t have the mom I’m sure Stacey Wright had, which braided her hair, while telling her all about the birds and the bees, or Chrissy Baker’s parents who fed her diet pills and told her exactly how to snag a husband, hook, line and sinker.
I went to high school and kept to myself. I graduated with flying colors and those flying grades landed me in a pile of nothing. Mainly because my new stepparents couldn’t afford college. Mind you, the money they got from my parents’ insurance settlement, I saw nothing of. But that’s life and the system.
The adults always win.
Luckily, I was able to get a job and attempt to pay for college on my own. But that only lasted so long when work intertwined with school and I couldn’t do both. I had at that point moved out of the relative hell hole and lived on my own. I chose to lose my education and pay for rent, then live in hell and get a nine-to-five desk job.
Tonight, our conversation started off different. I was on edge after the fiasco with Chrissy and Stacey. It made me doubt what Chase and I have built, and I just didn’t want to be a blind victim. I worried they were right. There was no way I could know anything about love, or be anyone’s somebody.
“Hello, Katie Beller, you’re a bit late tonight.” Chase’s deep voice rings through my needy ears, sucking up his vocal sound likes it’s a forbidden fruit.
“Sorry, it was a late night. Tons of drunks, drama, and bad karaoke,” I reply, falling into my bed. I’ve gotten rid of my work attire minus my black-laced boy shorts and a tank top. I rest my head on my pillow, clutching my phone to my ear. “Please do enlighten me on what happened in the life of Chase Green today.”
His chuckle is like a buzzing sensation I constantly want to press against my clit for release.
“Ahh, well, it was very uneventful. Being in Canada for hockey, I spent the entire day at practice, then had team photos and interviews. Then I was forced to attend a horrible steak dinner that consisted of cold mashed potatoes and by the time I knew it I was begging to go back to my room, which I’m now at, wanting to order pizza but refuse because my guilt would literally kill me if I did it without a specific little firecracker in my room to share it with me.”
And this is why Stacey and Chrissy shouldn’t matter.
I sigh into my pillow.
“I had a bad night,” I admit, which is unusual for me.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?”
As much as I want to swoon at the gentlemanly effort, I don’t. “No. It was nothing. Just a bad night I want to erase, is all.”
I hear him shuffling, possibly getting adjusted in his hotel room bed.
“Katie? I was thinking…” He pauses, his breath humming through the phone.
“I’m glad you can think, Green,” I reply smiling, leaning more into my pillow. I don’t need to see him to know his smile is broadening across his face.
“You know me so well, Katie Beller. But I think we should know each other a little bit better.”
Hmmm, now he has me intrigued. The horrible night is slowly being pushed into the back of my mind, while I ponder his intentions. “Okay, Green, spit it out. What’s up your sleeve?’
“Well, first off, I want to tell you something.”
Uh-oh.
“I miss you.”
Uh-ohhh.
“And I was thinking… That maybe we should FaceTime…”
“FaceTime?” I bust out laughing. “You want to FaceTime?”
“Yeah. I want to see your face. Your smile. Dammit, Katie, I miss you and I’m not afraid to admit it. I want to see your sexy as fuck eyes as they laugh or get defensive. I’m going through withdrawal.”
I don’t know what I do first. Clench my legs together or gasp. I’m a lady always. Duh, I have a vag, but I have never been a swooner. It’s just not my style. But holy shit.
“You want to FaceTime…”
“Yes. If you don’t, it’s fine. I mean—”
“Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?” He sounds surprised I’m agreeing.
“Sure, why not. But beware, Green, I’ve been slaving over a bunch of drunks all night. I might not be as appealing as you remember.”
“Doubt that.”
Before I have a chance to change my mind, my phone starts buzzing, Chase’s incoming FaceTime call coming through. I click accept and a few beeps later, his beautiful face appears on my phone. I semi panic, because I would have liked to take a preview of what I actually look like, maybe pinch my cheeks to get some rouge before he sees me. His face lights up my screen and instantly I notice his bare chest. Great. So not only do I probably look like shit, I’m now drooling.
“God, you’re sexy,” he comments immediately, his voice hoarse.
I throw my hands into my hair, trying to give it some volume. Or style. I catch a glimpse of myself in the corner and groan. “Sexy as a dead person. God, I look horrid. You can hang up any time now. I won’t be offended.”
“Hell no. You’re a sight for the eyes, Katie Beller.” He smiles, causing me to return the gesture.
We fall silent, allowing the compliment to wash through me. “Well, thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”
“We should’ve been doing this from day one. I want to beat myself up for not suggesting this sooner. I’ve missed your face.”
And damn, I have missed his. Just seeing his content smile, his laid back posture. Talking on the phone hasn’t dulled the ache I get every time I speak to him. I look at him, forgetting just how beautiful he truly is. His smile, his eyes, his seriously sexy chest. It makes me feel that he’s a dream to me, and this isn’t real.
“I have to admit something, though.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“I just feel so vulnerable, sitting here with no shirt on. I’m watching your hungry little eyes eating me up. I know I’m more than just a piece of meat, but unless you want me to put a shirt on, I think to make me feel on the same level as you, you should take yours off too.”
I stifle a laugh. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, actually. You’re intimidating me. Like a wild tiger, staring at her piece of meat, ready to pounce.”
Shaking my head, my eyes slip from his, to his chest. He does have a sexy muscled—
“See! You’re doing it again. Take yours off or I’m going to be forced to put mine back on.”
This is ridiculous. His mischievous pout causes me to warm down below. It’s not like he hasn’t seen my chest before anyway. And I’m still wearing a bra.
“Fine, Green. Shirt for shirt.” I take my phone and leverage it on my bed post, then lift my tank top, bringing it over my head.
“Jesus, you’re a sight,” he groans.
I toss my tank on the floor, bringing myself back into a lying position. “So what do you want to talk about? Now that we’re on the same level?”
“Fuck, I want to talk about taking our pants off next. You’re seriously so fucking sexy. And I’m so thankful for video chat.”
I watch him lose focus on my eyes, drifting to my chest. I can see one hand holding the phone just above his navel while his other hand is out of sight. “Whatcha doin’ over there, Green?” I poke, knowing his missing hand appears to be in his pants.
“Fuck, I’m trying to break the sad news to my dick that it’s not going to have physical action with you tonight.”
I blush instantly, watching his shoulder move, knowing it’s in result of his hand motion. I squeeze my legs together to hide my own arousal from his words.
“No way, open your legs back up. I was pretending I was with you, snaking my hand up your thighs.”
Oh God. I want to follow suit and use my hands for good, but where my phone is sitting he has a full view of me. My eyes dilate at the vision of him in my room, using those large hands to hunt up my thigh, feeling just how warm and wet I’m becoming.
“Babe, you can’t look at me like that,” he groans, his shoulder movement picking up speed. How wrong of me would it be to lower my hand and dig it into my underwear?
“I just think that if you get to pleasure yourself, so should I.” Where in the ever-loving fuck did that come from?
“I’ll take my pants off if you take yours off,” he says, his breathing picking up.
I debate it for mere seconds before I take both hands and lock them around the hem of my underwear, slowly bringing them down my legs. Once they’re off, I toss them to the side. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But on the hind side, I do get to watch Chase work his gorgeous cock.
“Now, this is the problem here, I only get a partial view. I should probably move my phone up—”
“Fuck no, don’t you move. Hold on.”
I watch him sit up, getting a glorious view of his tightening abs. He grabs a pillow, taking his phone and adjusting it. Lying back down, I moan at my visual.
“Okay, even Steven. God, babe, you look fucking beautiful like that.” And I can say the same for him. From my view, I have his toned thighs, leading up to his groin and his hard cock, standing tall and thick against his stomach.
He brings his hand back around himself. We seem to be in a standstill on what to do next. This is definitely new territory for me. I mean, as for the whole party of one, yeah, but phone, or in this case video sex, is a newbie for me.
“Not so sure how well this is gonna go, Green. I’m normally alone when mastering my self-pleasure.” I hear him groan, his grip tighter around his shaft.
“Trust me, you can just lie perfectly still and I would blow in under thirty seconds. The image of you pleasuring yourself right now is going to make me come in my hands before we even get started.” His hand begins to move, slowly stroking himself, and it allows me to loosen up, because watching him stroke his engorged cock turns me the fuck on. I can’t stop wishing I were his hand working that silky monster.
“Babe, your eyes look hungry,” he jokes, moving his hand up, his thumb brushing over the tip of him. I fight not to lick my own lips but even remembering that thing inside me sets my mouth watering. I know by the way he’s stroking himself, he’s trying to tease me. Maybe get me to relax. But with the slow burn in my lower belly I begin to play his game.
“You have no idea how hungry I am,” I tease, and my hands proceed to lower to my sex. I’m still feeling a bit shy, but his deep voice breaks me.
“Don’t stop now, baby. I want to see those hands over that pussy, touching it like I wish I were. I wish I were sucking and biting and thrusting my finger into that beautiful tight cunt of yours.” His words are so hot, the tightness in my stomach builds.
I take my hand and do what I’m told, sliding it down my stomach, past my navel. I reach the dip in my pelvis, until my fingers are brushing against my already saturated lips.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. Open your legs wider. Let me see heaven.”
I open my legs and with a bold move, I take my fingers and spread my lips open for him. His groan ignites that slow burn in my stomach.
“Jesus, I can see how wet you are. Baby, rub that little clit of yours, stroke yourself as if I were there playing with your beautiful pussy.”
Like a good little girl, I use my fingers to rub at my lips, smearing the wetness. I close my eyes, enjoying the friction I’m causing. I hear his heavy breathing and small grunts I know I’m causing, which gives me courage, and I take my finger and insert it inside.
“Oh, fuck yeah, I wish that were my cock stroking you in and out. Fuck…”
I can tell he’s working himself faster. That spark is beginning to ignite and I’m not sure how long I can last. I insert another finger and moan, the fantasy of my fingers being replaced by his cock, his mouth over my nipple and his lips on mine.
“God, this feels so good. I wish this were you. Soaking your fingers, spreading me open and fucking me raw.”
We’re working ourselves faster, the sounds of us both so close. I lift my free hand and squeeze my breast, pinching my nipple in the process. I can hear the slapping sounds of Chase as he frantically beats off.
“God, fuck, you’re fucking beautiful. Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Like clockwork, I clench around my own fingers, moaning out my orgasm. I lay my head back, silently screaming my release. I hear Chase grunt and open my eyes to watch him explode up his stomach. We’re still slowly stroking ourselves until the high wears off and the shyness kicks back in. I stop rubbing and pull out, the urge to cover myself strong.
“That was… wow. I must say, Katie Beller, I have a new fondness for FaceTime.”
I chuckle, reaching for my robe and beginning to wrap it around me.
“Babe, don’t hang up. I gotta get a towel.” He disappears, assuming to the bathroom, before quickly returning and taking up the screen.
“Now, I have one question to ask you.”
“What’s that?” I shyly smile, nervous of what’s going to come out of his mouth next.
“How much battery life do you have left? Because we’re doing that again.”