Page 64 of Let It Be Me
“So much.” I say, voice gravelly. “Prop your phone up and let me watch you take it off.”
I take my dress shirt off and the camera jostles when Sarah gets off the bed and props her phone up against the base of light on her nightstand that’s illuminating the otherwise darkened room. She’s bathed in shadows, a temptress on the other end with the black silk set a stark contrast against her milky skin. An angel in the devil's clothing. Because that’s what she is to me. An angel.
Sarah slips the straps off her shoulder agonizingly slowly. Her hair falls in auburn waves over her shoulder and the look she gives me is one of pure sin. The air must’ve turned on because I watch in real time as her perfect rosy nipples point to hardened tips.
I’ve already taken my cock out of my pants and have been slowly stroking myself as each inch of her was bared to me. “Get on the bed and turn the camera to you.” Sarah does what I say with no rebuttal and it gives me a thrill that she’s turning desperate for what’s next. “Good girl. Spread your legs and let me see my pussy.” Glistening the way I knew she would be. “Fuck, baby. That’s a fucking beautiful sight.” Pre-cum beads on the tip of my cock and I use that to ease my strokes. “Rub your clit for me, baby. The way I would.”
I watch her hands trail down her body tantalizingly slow. I have to grit my teeth when she teases around the area I need her to touch most, but then I almost swear when I hear Sarah’s gasp at the first touch of her clit. “Riley.”
“I know, Blue. You’re already drenched. I can see. Dip two fingers inside of you and pull them out. I want to see how wet you are.”
Sarah does as instructed. Going even further to rub her clit. The sounds that are coming from her cunt is how I know she’ll come at any second.
“That’s enough,” I bark and she mewls. “Pull your fingers out. Let me see how wet you are.” I almost weep when I see her essence all over her fingers. “Damn. Baby, I can’t wait anymore. I need you to make yourself come. I need to see you come.”
I watch this beautiful woman take control of her pleasure and I get a sick amount of satisfaction watching her.
“Oh god, Riley,” Sarah moans. I watch as her fingerstunnel in and out of her pussy and the other hand plays with her clit. Her toes curl into the sheets on the bed as I continue to murmur filthy words through the phone. A moment later, her body stiffens and a gasp of my name spills from her lips as her orgasm hits her. Her fingers pause on their assault before she’s working herself through her orgasm. Fingers in her pussy and the other playing with her clit.
Mine hits moments later as I watch her orgasm spill down to her asshole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I moan as I come all over my stomach. My chest heaves from the orgasm and I look at my phone to see Sarah laying in the same spot from moments ago. She must realize the vulnerable position she’s in as she sits up and looks at me through the camera.
“I am counting down the minutes until you’re back in my arms.” She says, face flushed and pupils blown.
“Ditto, baby girl. Get some sleep and I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye,” she blows a kiss to the camera then hangs up.
I look down at the mess now dried on my stomach and decide to shower and then head to bed. This last game in our away stretch can’t get here and done sooner. Something changed with Sarah these past couple of weeks. Like she’s been holding herself back from saying something huge. If we’re on the same ride like I know we are, then it’s the same words that have been threatening to spill from my lips as well. But it’s too soon. It is, right? The times I’ve wanted to say it have been after sex and that could be blamed on the orgasm high. But what I feel for her is still there when we’re doing normal things.
I don’t want to scare her though. Sarah has a past that is beyond what I could imagine. Granted, I have a past as well. But her past scared her away from love while I made sure to grasp onto every ounce of it. Maybe this is something I talkto my coach with, he always gives good advice. What’s another life lesson he can’t teach me?
Our home crowdcheers as we head to the locker room for a quick intermission. Washington has matched us move for move. With a score of one to zero in the second period, we have the chance to win the first home game back after being away for so long.
“Hey,” I say to one of the athletic training assistants. “Will you do me a favor?”
He looks at me doe-eyed. “Yeah.”
We get to my locker and I pull out a twenty dollar bill. “I need you to buy some fries and send them up to the friends and family box. They’re for Sarah. She’ll probably be with my parents so just call her name out. And keep the change if there's any leftover.”
“I can do that,” he turns to leave but stops abruptly. “Any sauce?”
“Ranch with a little bit of buffalo sauce if they have any.”
“Done.”
“Thanks, Grant.”
Noah chuckles next to me. “You’ve got it so bad.”
“You have no idea.”
Coach runs through the small mistakes we made and how we need to tighten up if we expect to win. With ten minutes left to spare, we head back out to the ice. The crowd’s cheers get louder and little kids pound on the plexiglass hoping for a picture or a puck. I watch as Noah points to a little kid with his jersey and tosses the puck over.
“He’ll officially have the coolest story to tell his friendstomorrow.” I say to Noah as we do a final lap around the rink.
He smirks and taps me on the head before heading to center ice for the face off. Washington is one of the toughest teams we’ve faced so for us to hold our own says something about our teamwork. Noah wins the drop and quickly passes it back to Max who swerves a defender and flips it back to Noah. Two of Washington’s players flank Noah stride for stride and I hightail as fast as possible to get in his line of sight. My stick taps on the ice and he passes it to me. I turn to get in position but am blocked against the boards. My possession on the puck is sloppy, but I manage to push it free back to Noah.
When I’m finally released from the block, I find Noah and Max on the offense as they find an opening at the net. I skate around and block the path of Washington’s top scorer. Noah rears back and slaps his stick against the puck. I watch from my spot as the puck slips through the goalies glove and a small part of the net. The roar from the crowd is deafening and I can’t be prouder of my forward.
