Page 24 of The Do-Over Girl

NASH

Dissatisfaction grinds through my resolve and good sense, wearing away decency and any vision beyond the here and now. Grabbing my phone, I stalk to my bed and throw myself down. Adrenaline combines with my horny hormones, and I refuse to let down, refuse to allow any kind of relaxation. I stab the icon showing Kali’s face on my phone as my heart thuds and my breath heaves in and out.

The phone rings, and I can hear it through the wall. Reaching one hand down I take hold of my fucking stiff dick and squeeze, taking control of my breathing and my intentions. The phone rings again, and I can hear her moving through her room and returning to her bed. I imagine her naked, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hang onto my sanity.

Are you really going to do this?Her phone rings again, and I go still, holding my breath, only my heart moving. I should hang up and take this business to the shower to relieve my tension there.

“Nash…” Her voice is low and sexy and full of questions and answers.

“I changed my mind.”

She sucks in a breath. “I thought you might. You know I…want you so much, but I can’t have you. You’re all wrong for me, Nash, like forbidden fruit.”

“What would you do with my fruit if you could have it?” My hand shakes as I hold the phone, fear and excitement mingling to bring me to the sharp edge of fucking delirious need.

“You know what I would do. I would lick your dick until you—”

I suck in a breath. Jesus fucking Christ. My mind explodes with memories playing like an endless reel of fucking porn, taunting me. I pump my hand as sweat breaks out everywhere on my body.

“Nash?”

“I’m okay.” My raspy voice trembles, proving me a liar.

“I’m not okay.” Her voice shakes. “I’m so worked up and confused. How can I want you so much when I shouldn’t?”

“How much do you want me, Kali?”

There’s a beat of silence, and my heart pounds so loud in my ears I’m afraid I won’t hear her answer.

“So much…that I’m soaking wet and swollen, thinking about you on the other side of my wall, not being able to touch you, wishing you could touch me.” I hear her breath catch.

Fucking Christ. “I would drink every last drop of moisture from your wet pussy. I could…live on your pussy juice all my fucking life.” I have to stop talking before I lose it, because I can’t stop massaging my cock. Pre-cum spills onto my fingers, and I spread it around and piston my hand up and down.

“Do it for me, Kali. Touch yourself like I would touch you. Dip your fingers in and take a taste for me.” Fuck, I’m getting so close my voice vibrates with the rising tension.

“Nash, I want to hear you come, I… I’m so… Ahh… Oh…my God, Nash… I’m… yours.” I hear her moan of pleasure, smothered as if she turned her face into the pillow, and the picture of her flushed and sweaty and tense with her orgasm pulsing through her sends the first thundering wave of my orgasm rising up from my balls and shooting through my cock all over me.

“Fuck, Kali, I’m coming with you, God dammit.” I ride my cock, squeezing every last pulse of aftershocks from it, my heart pounding and blood roaring in my head, blinding me as I struggle to breathe.

After too many reckless beats, my hammering heart finally slows, and I catch my breath as I settle down. I feel like I’ve been thrown out of orbit, and I’m coming back to earth. I look for my phone because I dropped it somewhere along the way. Grabbing my discarded T-shirt, I wipe myself off and find the phone in the covers. Hearing her voice, I hastily put it to my ear.

“Nash? Are you there?” Her voice is husky and quiet.

“I’m here. Barely.”

She chuckles. “I know how you feel. I should be ashamed or sorry or sad or somehow upset, but right now, I can’t feel anything but…good. Deliriously good.”

“I could tell.” I don’t tell her how I feel because I have no idea, not beyond sated, satisfied like I’ve quenched a bone-deep thirst. There’s more, but the swirl of confusion that is my emotional state defies definition.

She snorts a laugh. “You’re incorrigible. Good night, Nash.” The drowsy note in her voice draws a picture in my mind of her mussed golden hair against the pillow, her skin glowing, and her body lush and soft as her eyelids flutter closed.

God almighty I don’t want to let her go, don’t want to be separated by this wall, or by the years of distance, and most of all by the unresolved questions of that long ago night.

But we are separated. The issues of trust and commitment are still unresolved. And they may never be, the key to resolution lost in the dust of passed time and life.

“Sleep tight, Kali.” It’s what I used to say to her before I’d sneak from her room at night back then.

I hear her sigh into the phone just before the call ends.