Out of Focus (Love in LA #3)

CHARLIE:

I’m actually turned on.

I really do want to use my vibrator, but I can’t do that and type at the same time.

And I feel like I can’t get into it if I’m also thinking about what to say to you.

I don’t know what to do.

ME:

Can I call you?

I don’t wait for her response; I hit the call button, and she picks up after a few seconds. “Hi,” she says softly.

“Let me help you, red. Let me tell you what to do. Put the phone on speaker and get your toy.” I put mine on speaker, too, and set it on my chest. I can hear her rustling on the other end. “Turn your vibrator on.” The faint buzzing comes on almost immediately. “Don’t worry about saying anything to me, okay? I just want to hear you enjoying yourself. Can you let me hear you?”

“Okay. Yes.”

“That’s my girl.” A soft whimper leaves her lips, and my dick very quickly comes back to life. “Take all your clothes off, shortcake. I want you naked for me.” More rustling, then silence. “Good. Now, I want you to play with your nipples. Nice and slow. Give them a little tug and a pinch so they’re nice and hard. Then, run your thumb back and forth over them, just like I did earlier tonight. I could tell how much you liked that. Imagine it’s me flicking them, licking them. Fuck, you tasted so good, red.”

Her breaths turn into pants, with tiny little moans in between.

“Move one of your hands lower. I want you to flick your clit the same way as your nipple.” My own hand finds a rhythm, pumping up and down on my cock.

She moans a little louder this time. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Do you want me to touch myself, red?” As if I could help myself when I know what she’s doing, naked, in her bed.

“Yes. I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think of me. Imagine me. I want—” She pauses to moan again.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want.” I could come right fucking now.

“I want to hear you. When you come,” she gasps through a ragged breath, and I grip my cock a little harder.

“Grab your toy, red. Get it nice and wet. Feel the vibration on your clit. Does it feel good?”

“Yes. Oh, God, I’m so close already.” The sound of her moans has pre-cum dripping down my cock.

“Not yet, honey. I want it inside you when you come.” Her breaths slow and a long moan leaves her mouth. “That’s it, push it in. Imagine it’s me filling you up. Goddamn, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna feel that cunt gripping me.” I’m the one panting now, our breaths equally fast.

“Ah, yes! There.” Shit. I’m not gonna be able to hold back much longer.

“Fuck, yes. I’m so fucking close. Say my name for me, red. Say I’m the one making you come. God, you’re so fucking pretty when you come.” Damn it, I’m going to lose my mind.

A strangled sound comes out of her, and I picture her writhing on the bed, eyes shut tightly. “It’s you, Rafael. You’re the one making me come.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t stop. I’m gonna come. Oh, Charlie.” Shocks of pleasure shoot through me as I grunt out my release.

“Raf, mmm.” She mumbles something else, but I can’t hear anything through the roaring in my ears. I come so hard I see actual stars dancing in front of me. “Oh… my… God. Best night of my life.” She moans again with a soft chuckle at the end.

I look down and see the mess I made. “Ruined my sweater,” I pant. “Worth it.”

“Oh no! I really like that one. I’m particularly fond of how it feels on my cheek when I’m napping.” I can hear the smile in her voice, can picture her sated and relaxed with her eyes closed.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more, shorty,” I promise.

“No, I want that one. It’s special.” She laughs harder, likely imagining just how special it is now that I have come all over it.