my phone and type out a quick message.
Watched the live stream. You were beautiful. Wish I were pulling off those black panties with my teeth right now.
I drop the phone onto the bed and pick up the remote to fill the room with some kind of noise. Forty-five minutes go by before my phone chimes beside me. I grab it as quickly as I can, like a teenage girl waiting for her prom date to call.
I wish you were too. Miss you.
Her words make my heart flutter in my chest. She’s only been gone a couple of days, and I already miss her like mad. I wonder how I’ll survive this whole tour—or any tour for that matter.
A couple minutes later, my phone rings and her name is on the screen. I grab it quickly and answer it.
“Hey.”
“Hey, I missed your voice,” she says softly into the phone. I can hear a lot of background racket, but it’s muffled like she’s holed up in a closed-off room.
“I’ve missed your voice too.”
There’s a long pause so I decide to fill it with meaningless chitchat instead of saying the words that are begging to be released. “So . . . green, huh?”
She giggles. “Yeah, I had too much free time on my hands. What do you think?”
“I like it. Although next time I think you should try red.”
“Red?”
“I’ve always had a thing for redheads,” I confess.
She laughs. “Okay, red it is. So what are you doing right now?”
“I’m in the countryside for a week. Just helping Calvin get some things hammered out in the new office. So right now, I’m sitting in our hotel room all alone.”
“I’m alone too. The bus has one private bedroom and one area with four bunks. The guys gave me the room, so I’m just lying in bed.”
“Mmm, what are you wearing?” I ask as a joke.
“A black tank top and those black panties you seem to be so fond of,” she says, letting a teasing giggle slip out.
“When I saw those, I couldn’t think of anything but biting into your round ass like it was an apple.” I feel myself growing hard and I let my hand slide under the blanket and wrap around my shaft.
She must be picturing the same thing I am, because she lets out a little puff of air that sounds like a whimper. “I wish you were here.”
“Me too.” My hand starts moving up and down while I picture myself crawling into that bed with her and tearing off those black panties. She gasps and I know she playing with something that’s mine. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
“Mm-hmm. Are you?”
“Absolutely. You think I could hold back after seeing your sexy ass on stage and hearing your voice? Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m sliding my hand down my stomach and into my panties. I’m so wet.” Her words are hushed and erotic. Hearing how wet she is only makes me harder, especially when I remember her smell, her taste.
“I’m massaging my clit, pretending it’s your mouth on me.”
“Mmm, you taste so good,” I say, closing my eyes as I picture my face between her legs as my hand begins to move faster.
“I need you, Daniel,” she breathes out.
“I’m right there with you, baby. Picture me sliding into you, filling you up completely. You’re so tight and hot . . .”
“You’re so big, but God, you feel so good.”
“So do you, baby. Imagine me picking up speed and thrusting into you as hard as I can. You’re sliding up the bed. All we can hear is the bed squeaking under our weight, and the headboard hitting the wall every time I push into you.”
Her breathing gets louder and faster. I can tell she’s only moments away from coming undone. My hand works faster, catching up to her.
“I’m going to come, Daniel.”
“Me too, baby. Come with me.” My hand is now erratic as it pumps, pushing me over the edge. Her soft moans and whimpers only add to my pleasure and she lets out a squeal as her release hits her full force. My own release bubbles over the surface, causing me to spill every last drop.
I let out a low moan as my body starts calming back down. My breathing is rushed and labored, matching her own.
“God, I needed that,” she pants out.
I let out a chuckle. “Already having withdrawals?” I tease.
“You’re a hard one to quit.”
“Then don’t quit,” I state. “I’ve decided. I’m not quitting. I can’t.”
I can practically hear her