Claiming Holly (Holiday Cove 1)

“Oh really?” Her voice changed from sweet to the subtle smokiness she had when we were in bed together. “What’dya come up with?”

I smiled, thinking to what I’d been doing right when she called. “If we had a video connection, I could show you.” She laughed and the sound of her giggles washed over me, wrapping me in peaceful comfort.

“I wish you could. I’m still wearing the shirt…actually…”

Nothing but lust swept over me and my hand pushed back down the front of my shorts. “Keep talking, baby. Tell me what else you’re wearing. Anything?”

“Not. One. Thing.”

I groaned and stroked myself, quickly regaining the pressure I’d built up before the call. “Are you wet, baby? Touch yourself for me. Pretend it’s my hands. My tongue.”

After a second, a soft moan slithered into my ear and shivered down my spine. I remembered the way she smelled—the way she tasted. I closed my eyes and worked myself faster, getting almost to the brink and then slowing down again, not wanting to squander the moment.

“Holly, you know what I like even better than you in my shirt?” I asked. “You without a shirt.”

“I’m taking it off, right, now.” Her voice was husky and breathy. “Mmmm, that feels good. I love the way bare skin feels on the sheets. Don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. I wish I could see all that beautiful skin.” I grit my teeth together, staving off the release. “Baby, tell me, are your fingers wet? Did you do what I asked?”

“Yes, Jack. God, I’m so wet. And tight and hot.”

“Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes closed even tighter, imagining her laying on a bed, her legs parted, with her fingers slipping up and down her sweet pussy. “Shit, I can’t hold on much longer.”

She whimpered, the sound turning to a moan and the vision of her in my mind changed. She was in front of me, on all fours, her legs spread so I could see her wet pussy, glistening and ready. Her back arched and I shoved inside her, my cock thick and hot between her lips. “Jack, I want you. So bad.”

I nodded, unable to speak. Every ounce of energy was spent keeping the vivid daydream alive. On the other end of the call, Holly continued to moan and whimper and I felt myself go. With a groan, I released into my own hand, still imagining it was her tight pussy, and with a shudder, I spent myself until I went limp, all the pressure relieved. Only then could I think again. Holly was still moaning and I grinned over at the computer. The screen was still blank but I could imagine her.

“Baby, if I was there, I’d run my tongue all over that sweet pussy. I’d lick up every bit and taste everything. I’d suck your sweet clit and make you scream.”

Holly’s breathing came faster, her moans turning into short, needy pants. I grinned harder and leaned in, dropping my voice to a gravely whisper. “Baby stick your fingers inside yourself. Two or three if you can. I want you to fuck yourself hard and fast with your fingers.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Holly purred, before she groaned and cursed.

“That’s it harder, harder.” I waited, letting the sounds of her arousal get me worked up again. “Okay let it go, come for me. I want you to come all over the bed.”

Two quick pants turned into a cry of pleasure and moans, then bubbled into a delirious giggle. “Oh my God…Jack…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Wow, I’m just—wow.” She panted into my ear.

“God, that was so hot, Holly. Damn.” I shook my head, the tremors still reverberating over me.

“Whoa. I can’t believe we just did that…” she replied, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “Shit…what if my neighbor heard me? I’ve never been that…loud.”

I laughed at her whispered confession and the stark contrast between her loud, voracious cries just minutes before. “You just wait till I get back home again. Your whole building is gonna know you’re gettin’ some.”

She giggled. “We’ll see about that.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me either…”

The aftermath of the phone sex fun deflated all too quickly, and I found myself missing her even more than I had before we got on the phone together. My satisfied smile faded as the mood shifted within me. “I’m sorry this is so hard, Holly.”

“Hey, where’s that coming from?”

I put my elbows back on the desk and leaned forward, pressing my head against my balled fists. “I don’t know. I just didn’t realize how hard this was going to be.”

“I didn’t either, but it is what it is. Right?” Holly said, her voice deflated.

I squeezed my eyes closed again, silently hating myself for throwing doubt and my own fears on what had been, up until that point, a good time. “You’re right. I know you’re right.”

The computer speakers were silent and after another beat, I opened my eyes to check and make sure the connection was still good. The timer indicating the length of the call was still counting up, confirming we were still connected. Less than three weeks in and we had already run out of things to say.