Page 64 of Score on You

“You’ll never hear me complain about listening to your voice,” I murmur.

“Okay, good.” Callie’s exhale is a loud puff. “What I have to say doesn’t belong in our text thread. Then I won’t have to type the words. I probably wouldn’t send it.”

“You think I'd use it against you?” I chuckle at what can only be a joke.

She laughs like I intended. “Nothing like that. But I might be humiliated reading it back to myself. It would be better not to have written proof. For my sake. Once I blurt it out, I don't have to reflect on the evidence of my impulsiveness.”

My languid strokes pause from the concern in her explanation. “The suspense you’re building is very intriguing. You have my full attention.”

Callie blows out another heavy breath. “I've been having these… urges.”

I squeeze my cock to the point of pain. That twinge tethers me to reality. Otherwise, I could be convinced I fell back into a fantasy.

“Urges?” I eventually croak.

“Uh-huh,” she murmurs. “Whenever I think about you, there’s this… longing. It’s like an ache in my lower belly. Does that make sense? Harper—”

“Let’s not discuss her right now,” I rush to say.

“Oh… um, all right. Well, anyway, I was having a conversation about this yesterday. I’ve determined that yearning, down below, is desire for you.”

Desperation distorts my vision and I falter. “Do you feel it now?”

“Yes,” she answers immediately.

“Have you tried to ease the ache?”

Callie’s inhale hitches. “No.”

“Would you like to?”

She’s quiet for several seconds. “Yes.”

“That’s good, sweetness. We’re making progress. Have you ever touched yourself?”

There’s another breathy pause. “What do you mean?”

I resume fucking my fist as if she can see me. “When you feel these urges, do you ever touch yourself where the throb is?”

She gasps. “No.”

“What if we did it together? Right now,” I add.

“Isn’t that meant to be… private?”

“I’d much rather masturbate with you. Mutually.” A tug party with Callie is the invite I’ve been waiting for.

“Mutual masturbation,” she muses.

“Sounds fun, right?”

“But I wouldn’t know where to start.” The fact she’s even willing to entertain the idea is a major win.

I don’t bother masking my groan. “Are you blushing?”

“Yes, but that’s nothing new. It’s bound to happen when we’re discussing such a delicate subject.”

Heat rushes under my skin. “Are you warm in other areas?”

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