“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
Leaving her behind feels strange. Part of me wants to stay with her, yet my body craves the dark loneliness of my room, the gentle thrum of dark EDM and haunted music rolling through my ears. The shadows in my bedroom conform to my body as I wander inside and pop open the little compartment in my bed frame.
Just one pill. That’s all I need right now. It’ll fix everything.
I close my eyes as my fingers wrap around the bottle. The contents rattle as I lift it, not needing to see what I’m doing to get to the end result. It’s all muscle memory at this point. And even now, my body responds to the relief that it knows is well on the way, soothing euphoria fresh and ready for the taking so long as I just put it on my tongue.
A sip of water later and I’m curled under the sheets in my boxers, bowing toward my phone, wearing the expression of exhaustion that’s been hiding underneath the armor I’ve had to wear all day. I click on Alex’s name just as a cool wave washes through my spine.
She answers on the third ring. “Hi, Tommy.”
Heat radiates through my core as I slide my hand into my boxers. “Hi, doll.”
“Are you okay?”
I hum hungrily while cupping my hardening shaft. “I am now.”
“You sound sleepy.”
“I’m in bed. I’m just thinking about…” Gripping the head of my dick produces a groan. “Just thinking about you.”
Bedsheets rustle on the other end of the line. She squeaks and then sighs sweetly, the familiar sound of her getting comfortable inspiring me to stroke my cock. “What are you thinking about specifically?”
“How I would…” I lick my lips while pumping my hand. “I would move onto that ship with you if it weren’t for my sister.”
“You would live with me?”
I nod eagerly. “To be with you, yeah.”
“That’s too sweet.”
“How am I going to protect you both?”
She whimpers, causing me to close my eyes as I masturbate. I can picture her sprawled over the bed with the phone tucked into her shoulder and her fingers traveling over her body. She’s probably tracing her nipple while rubbing her clit right now.
A soft mewl drifts from her lips and then, “You know exactly how.”
“The vow.” It’s more of a statement than a question, almost a proclamation. I keep pumping my cock as I tell her, “I’ll take the vow. I’ll do it.”
“For me?”
I groan while folding forward, cradling myself as I pump harder. I think about her breasts, her tight pussy, and her muscles flexing under my hands as she humps me. “Fuck…Yes, baby. For you.”
“You know I care about you, right?”
“I care about you, too, baby doll.”
She groans, the sound of her biting her lower lip driving me wild. I can feel how close I am to busting a nut, her noises providing plenty of fapping material. The way she is like this when no one else is around is exactly why I want to marry her. It’s not about her willingness to be dirty with me—it’s so much more.
It’s the fact that she can make me feel cherished just by talking to me. And while my hips drive forward as if I’m fucking her tight little hole, my eyes roll back and I find myself so compliant to her requests, so vulnerable to her influence, that I realize how much every molecule in my body bends to her will.
“I need you sober first,” she whispers breathlessly. “Promise me, Tommy?”
“Yes, baby. Of course.”
A grunt breaks from my lips as I bust all over the top of my hand, the mattress squeaking under me as I thrust ceaselessly. Once I’m over the initial hump, I collapse against the bed, panting for air as warm fluid soaks my palm and the ridges between my knuckles.
“Tommy?”
I take a deep breath and sigh it out. “Yes, doll?”
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me.” I lick my lips, realizing how dry they feel. The pill combined with my orgasm is taking me the rest of the way into sleep. I’m barely hanging on by a thread, but I do just to add, “It’s best for all of us.”
She sighs sweetly, a smile evident in her voice as she says, “Good night, Tommy. I’ll see you soon.”
“Goodnight, doll.”
What sits on my lips nearly slips out, but sleep takes me first, nature’s nurse lulling me into a deep slumber.