MY PHONE VIBRATES on the other side of the room. I hid it over there on purpose so I would get some work done. The book is close to being done, and I don’t want anything to distract me.
After realizing I went down a rabbit hole for over an hour looking at puppy videos that somehow turned into watching other people organize their house while my apartment was a disaster, I had to resort to drastic measures.
But my phone vibrates again, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s Cade. It’s late and normally he’s asleep. We’d said goodnight to each other earlier…but I just have to check.
Annoyed by my lack of willpower to stay focused while finishing the last ten chapters of the book, I set my laptop aside and walk over to my phone.
I smile when I do see the messages are, in fact, from Cade.
CADE
I miss you.
At night is when it really hits. When I think about how I used to be able to reach across the bed and pull your soft body against mine.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
MARE
You need to sleep.
CADE
It’s getting harder and harder to sleep without you.
MARE
What if you pretend I’m there?
The bubbles pop up like he’s typing something, but then they disappear. I frown for a moment, wondering if he isn’t going to say anything back. Just when I’m feeling disappointed, they pop up again.
CADE
Only if you pretend I’m right there with you.
MARE
If you were next to me, what would you do?
I bite my lip. Heat passes over my body. There are so many nights I’ve had to touch myself thinking of him. I can’t stop thinking about the possessive way he fucked me in the tack room. Or the way he loved me in the field of marigolds. Or the multiple times he claimed my body in the bedroom. All I want is to feel his touch again, to taste his lips, and finally start a forever with him.
CADE
Settle in, Goldie. There are so many things I’d do…
First, I’d pull your perfect body against mine. It’s been too goddamn long since I’ve felt you pressed against me.
MARE
I miss having your arms around me.
CADE
It’s been so long that I’d run my hands along your body, needing to memorize every perfect curve of you before I do anything else.
I walk to my bed, crawling over the pile of blankets on my mattress until I can get comfortable. When I look back at my phone, I see that Cade has sent another text.
CADE
I’m hard from the thought of even touching you. Fuck, I would barely be able to control myself if you were next to me.
Wetness pools between my thighs. I try to rub them together to get some friction and relief, but it isn’t enough.
MARE
Tell me more.
It feels naughty to be having this conversation with him, but it feels so right. I’ve always loved the filthy things that come out of Cade’s mouth. He’s always so quiet, so careful with his words and thoughts. But when he says something dirty, I can’t help but come apart.
CADE
Touch yourself.
And then I’ll tell you more.
MARE
I can’t…
CADE
Imagine it’s me.
If I were with you, I’d let my fingers trail right above the line of your panties. I’d tease you before touching you.
Tease yourself a little, then touch what belongs to me.
I close my eyes for a moment, wondering if I’m really going to do this. I’ve touched myself plenty of times in my life imagining Cade. But never have I had phone sex. Never have I texted all my dirty thoughts about him.
Turning to face the moonlight that drifts through my apartment window, I snap a photo of myself. I’m wearing a T-shirt—his T-shirt that still smells like him. You can see my nipples peeking through the faded white fabric. My cheeks are red in the photo. I send it anyway, wanting him to know exactly how I’m feeling.
MARE
I don’t know how to do this.
CADE
Pretend you’re doing research.
You’re writing one of those dirty scenes in your books that make me fucking crazy.
It only makes sense you need to experience what it feels like to come just by my words and pictures while we’re miles away from one another.
MARE
I do need to write a sex scene tonight.
CADE
My girl shouldn’t have to write a sex scene while she’s hot and horny for me.
Let me take care of you.
Feeling brave, I slide my T-shirt up and expose the boring cotton pair of underwear I put on. I dip my fingers into the top of them a fraction of an inch. My thighs fall open, showing off a small wet spot on the light pink fabric. I hold my phone up, taking a photo and immediately sending it before I chicken out.
My phone lights up immediately, Cade’s photo illuminating on my screen. My eyes go wide, imagining what this would be like if we do this over FaceTime.
I swipe to answer, keeping the camera on my face instead of the same angle I just gave him between my legs.
‘Hi,” I whisper, suddenly feeling so much more shy seeing his face on the screen.
Cade holds the phone out, letting me see his upper half. He wears no shirt, giving me an unobstructed view of his perfect abs.
“Are you touching yourself yet?” His voice is rough and lust-filled. My clit throbs at the sound of it.
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
Cade turns the phone, taking me by surprise when I see his large hand wrapped around his length. He pumps up and down, running his thumb along the tip each time. “I’m touching myself thinking about you. Fuck, I wish I could slip my fingers inside you. Feel how wet you are.”
I let out a sound that is a mix between a squeak and a moan. I’m not brave enough to show myself slipping my fingers into my panties, but I do as I’m told. I tease myself, letting them drift into the cotton but not touching the spot where I need relief quite yet.
“Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are for me. Use your words.”
I moan. Normally he’s the one that says all the dirty things between us, not me. Somehow I can write them, but I can’t say them out loud. Right now, I want to, though. I want to do this with him—to feel intimate no matter the distance between us.
“Okay,” I whisper, my fingertips trailing low. I’m met with my arousal. “I’m wet,” I continue, “so wet…”
He grunts. He’s got the camera on his upper half again, but I can see the ripple of his bicep as he works himself up and down. “I’m here, baby,” he growls. “Pretend it’s me touching you, pleasing you.”
“I am.” I moan, imagining what it’d feel like to have his thick fingers pushing inside me. “I have to do two of mine to imagine it’s you.”
“Push them inside you, hook them to hit the spot you like, baby.”
“It feels too good. Do you feel good, too?”
He sighs, flexing his jaw as his head falls backward to his pillow. “It feels so fucking good. I’m so fucking hard right now imagining you playing with your perfect pussy.”
I rock my hips back and forth, grinding against my hand as I pick up pace. It feels so hot to be doing this with him, to have this conversation knowing what both of us are doing.
“Show me,” he presses, holding the phone out so I can see both his face and his cock. It’s like I forgot how big and thick he is as his hand pumps up and down. It takes a good amount of time for his hand to travel the entire length of his shaft. “Let me watch you touch yourself, baby.”
I let out a loud moan, one I know he heard. I set my phone on the other side of the bed, propping it against a pillow so he can see what I’m doing. With a tentative sigh, I push his T-shirt up my body until one of my peaked nipples pops out.
He sighs. “God, I wish I could run my tongue along that pretty pink nipple. Imagine how good it’d feel if I pulled it into my mouth, sucking it until your back arches in pleasure.”
I grab and tug at my nipple, pretending it’s him in bed with me. Pretending that this long distance was over and he could ravish my body any time he wanted.
Once I feel like my nipple has had enough attention, I slide my hand down my hips and pull my panties all the way off.
“That’s my girl. Show me my pussy. I’m fucking starving for it.”
Another loud moan ricochets through my body. I turn my hips slightly, bringing all of me into view.
I can hear his deep inhale through the phone. He curses under his breath. I watch him squeeze his cock, his hand picking up pace in pleasure.
“Now go back to what you were doing, Goldie. Slip those fingers inside you. Not just one…not just two…but maybe three. Maybe that’ll be thick enough so you can pretend it’s my cock.”
I do as I’m told but it isn’t the same. God, I wish he was here so much. I want to wrap my legs around his strong body and let him have his way with me. My fingers aren’t enough. I don’t know if anything will be enough until we’re together again.
“Wait,” I pant, an idea forming in my head.
“What is it, baby? Did I say you could stop?”
I turn to face him, biting my lip because I can’t believe I’m about to say this out loud. “I have an idea…” I begin, feeling so incredibly turned on.
“Whatever you want,” he growls. “You’re in control now. Tell me what you’d imagine I’d be doing to you and that’ll happen.”
My eyes focus on my bedside table. I reach over the phone, opening the drawer and pulling out a recent purchase. I bring it into the camera’s view, heat spreading throughout my cheeks as Cade focuses on what I have in my hand.
“What if I used this to pretend it was you. It’s still not as big as you, but…”
Air hisses through Cade’s teeth. It’s so loud and obvious, even through the speaker of the phone.
“Have you gotten yourself off with that vibrator thinking of me, Goldie?” His voice is tense, like he’s so turned on he can barely speak.
I nod, thinking of all the times I’d come undone with the toy inside me, Cade’s name falling from my lips.
“Fuckkkk. Why are you so fucking sexy?”
“Is this okay?” I ask tentatively, turning it on at its lowest setting.
Cade’s hand pumps up and down his cock so quickly that a vein appears on his bicep, trailing all the way down his arm with the exertion. “Fuck yeah it’s okay. I’m so fucking hard at the thought of you using that to get yourself off. Show me what you do. Show me how you fuck yourself while pretending it’s my cock.”
I moan, pressing the button two more times until it’s at the setting I prefer. I have to shut my eyes to be able to do this in front of him. Somehow I just know—I can feel—him watching my every move.
The toy vibrates in my hand as I guide it in the direction where I want it most. I adjust my position, letting my thighs slide open so he can see even more of me.
At first, I slide only the top of the vibrator inside me, needing to adjust to the feel of it. It’s almost too much, having Cade’s heated gaze on me through the screen and feeling the pulsing vibrator inside me.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. So goddamn perfect.” Cade’s words encourage me.
I watch him fist his cock, totally swept up in watching him touch himself. I shove the vibrator even deeper inside me, imagining it’s his cock stretching me.
“Cade,” I moan, pushing it as far as it can go. It feels way too good, I know it won’t be long until I come. I angle it, the pulsing head of the vibrator hitting the perfect spot.
“Look at you taking that so fucking well. God, your pussy is so greedy for it.”
I palm my breast, feeling goosebumps pop up on my body everywhere knowing I’m close to coming. “I’m close,” I pant, needing to know that when I come, he will too.
Cade lets out a sound of approval. “When you come, you imagine that’s my cock. I’m going to come too, baby, pretending that I’m wrapped up in your sweet, perfect pussy, imagining it holding me tight as I make my girl scream my name.”
‘Oh my God,” I moan, feeling the buildup of the orgasm.
“Watch me, Goldie,” he demands, his voice stern and leaving no room for argument. “We come together, watching each other. You got it?”
I nod because that’s all I can do. I’m seconds away from being sent over the edge. I buck my hips slightly, allowing the vibrator in a little farther. Suddenly, I’m coming, my vision getting blurry with the intensity of the orgasm.
It seems to last forever, the orgasm ripping through my body as I watch Cade come.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Even through the screen, I can see the cum leaking down his hand. I can see it shoot onto his skin, the evidence of his orgasm everywhere for me to see.
Most of the time he’d come inside me. It’s a totally different experience to see it all over him, to watch it keep coming out as he pants my name over and over.
I meet his eyes through the screen, finding his eyes already on me.
He grabs the phone with the hand not coated in his come. I grab mine, following his lead. We both catch our breaths for a moment, staring into the heated gaze of the other.
“Goldie,” Cade finally says, his voice low.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t fucking care how we make it happen, but soon, you’ll be in my arms again. You hear me?”
I nod because I couldn’t agree more.
