Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(73)

Her ragged breathing sounds like a sob. “Cooper.”

“Yeah, gummy bear. That’s my name. You still touching your clit like I said?”

“Yes.”

“Good fucking girl. Crook your fingers, find your g-spot. Come for me as quick as you can.” I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock, hissing; it’s oversensitive and leaking pre-come all over my fingers. I won’t push her for a picture, but I wish I could have one. She sobs for real, and my stomach clenches; I nearly climax, but manage to control myself. She sobs again, and I know she’s coming by the way she’s murmuring my name. My needy girl. Even in different parts of the fucking state, I can feel her need radiating like a physical presence.

I swallow back another funny rush of emotion. Even more than seeing her body right now, I want to see her face. Are her blue eyes glossy with tears? Is her brow furrowed? Is she wearing the little butterfly necklace that I like to suck on while my fingers work her deep?

“Use the toy, Pen. Any of them. Give me another.”

“I’m so sensitive.”

“You can do it,” I murmur. I jerk myself faster now, building up a rhythm. Using a toy right after she just came will make her next orgasm quick, and I want to come when I hear those sweet cries in my ear again. “You were asking for something bigger, baby, this is it.”

I hear a rustling sound, and then a buzz as the toy turns on. “I’m using Mark Antony,” she says.

I can’t help my laughter. “Aw, babe, and here I thought you were alone.”

“Shut it,” she says. She gasps like the breath was just punched out of her. I’d bet anything that she just pushed the dildo right into her sopping wet cunt. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Fuck yourself with it.”

“Goddamn angle.” There’s more rustling, and then she says, “Okay, I’m on my hands and knees. It’s easier like this.”

I groan. “Now you’re just torturing me.”

“It’s all the way in,” she whispers. “I can feel it so deep, pulsing into me. But I don’t want the vibrations when I know I can have you. One day, you’ll be so warm and thick inside me, pressing me open. Making me take every inch of you. I won’t even want to use a condom. I’ll go on the pill so you can come inside me bare.”

I turn my head to the side and bite down on my pillow to muffle my cry as I come into my fist. She’s crying out too, no doubt climaxing again herself. I can’t stop imagining the picture she just painted. I’ve never fucked a girl bare, never wanted to risk it, but it’s different with Penny. When we take this step, I want it however she wants it, and if she wants me to spear her on my cock and come deep inside her, then that’s what we’ll do. I’m a goddamn lucky bastard.

“And I’ll watch it drip out of you,” I whisper back. “I’ll eat it out of your soaked pussy and kiss you so you can taste us all mixed up. I’ll be so fucking good to you, Red.”

“I know, babe.” The emotion in her voice makes my heart swell.

We stay on the phone, panting, for a few minutes, and slowly, I feel myself come out of the orgasmic haze. My hand’s a mess, so I grab a tissue from my nightstand and wipe it down. When my heart rate is back where it should be, I sit up against the pillows. “Make sure you go pee.”

“I am now. I’ll be back in a second.”

“There’s my girl.”

In the meantime, I grab the present Penny sent to my house, still wrapped messily in paper with little ice-skating penguins on it, and take it to my bed. We decided to swap presents on Christmas Day instead of in advance, and I didn’t want to take her away from her dad first thing in the morning, so we planned to do it later in the day, alone. That’s why I hid in my room in the first place; we just got distracted by the phone sex. No regrets there.

When she comes back on the line, I say, “Want to FaceTime while we unwrap each other’s presents?”

“Ooh, yes. Wait, give me a second. I have a surprise for you.”

After a moment, she calls me. When I pick up, she’s sitting on her bed, her hair hanging loose around her shoulders. She is wearing the butterfly necklace, but I only register that for half a second before I get distracted by the hockey sweater she’s wearing.

Mine.

A fucking tsunami of possessiveness rushes through me. I’ve imagined what she’d look like in my sweater, but this is even better; she looks good enough to devour. She looks down at her chest, smiling as she plucks at the laces. “Dad got it for me. Had it wrapped under the tree and everything.”

“Seriously?”

She looks at me. Even through the tiny phone screen, I’m taken away by her smile. “He really loves that we’re together. I can’t believe I was so worried about his reaction.”

“I know I don’t know the whole story, but I’m sure you had a good reason.”

“Yeah, well.” She turns around, showing off the back; my name is stitched above the #24. It’s our home jersey, deep purple with white lettering. It looks incredible on her, but I’m already itchy for the moment we’re back together and I can take it off. This one I won’t rip, even if I’m dying to get a glimpse of her tits. Coach might’ve done it to show his support, but I’m sure when he bought it, he didn’t think about me fantasizing about Penny wearing it as she straddles my lap. “Just so you know, I’m not wearing anything else right now.”