“Hey, Dad. Everything okay?”
“I just heard from Gary. New York is taking you for offseason training. It’s a go.”
“Really?” I ask, momentarily distracted from my one-track thoughts about Sera. This is huge. It’s also a little challenging to process with inadequate blood flow to my brain. Faintly, I know this means I’ll be away for most of the summer. The repercussions beyond that are escaping me. I’m not sure I’m grasping the enormity of this news.
“Management needs you to work on rebounds and lateral movements if you’re going to make the jump next year…” Clearly thrilled, he carries on for two solid minutes without any chance for me to interrupt him. I pull the phone away from my ear and shoot Sera a quick text.
Hades: Sorry Tink. Gimme 2.
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Fuck. Me.
It’s a selfie of Sera kneeling in front of a mirror wearing nothing but tiny white booty shorts. She’s covering her breasts with one arm with her back arched and her round ass sticking out, silky pink hair around her shoulders. I want nothing more than to march upstairs, throw her down on the bed, and fuck her until she can’t walk straight tomorrow.
“Listen, Dad,” I cut him off mid-sentence as I walk into my room. Part of me feels bad because he’s so excited, but a bigger part of me—the one below my waist—needs to wrap this up. “That all sounds great, but I have a big test tomorrow that I need to study for. Mind if I call you back tomorrow so we can talk about it some more?”
“Sure thing,” he says. “Proud of you, son.”
“Thanks. Talk soon.”
Towel still wrapped low around my hips, I ease onto the bed to FaceTime Seraphina. My heart thuds as I hit send, and I tell myself it’s impatience rather than nerves.
After two rings, her face pops up on screen.
“Hi.” She gives me a soft smile, resting against her headboard with a stack of pillows propped behind her. There’s music playing low in the background. I want to say it’s Taylor Swift, but I’m not certain.
“Hey.” My eyes flit over her face, taking in her gold-flecked eyes and perfect, full mouth. Even though we live together, she’s so stunning it leaves me a little awestruck every time. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.
At the bottom of the frame, I catch a sliver of white tank top that tells me she’s gotten dressed. Shit.
“Sorry, Tink. My dad called me three times in a row, and I had to take it. I thought it might be an emergency.”
“Was it?” Her brows pull together, expression sobering.
“It wasn’t.” I drop my voice. “Did you wait for me?”
She bites back a grin. “No.”
All the blood in my body rushes straight to my dick at the mental image of Seraphina getting herself off upstairs in her room. With everyone else home, the staircase represents an impossible divide. It’s divine agony knowing she’s so close yet so far away.
“You gonna get off again for me?”
“Hmm…” she brings a finger to her plush lips, pretending to think. “Maybe if you ask nicely.”
Let’s get one thing straight. I have never—not once—used the word “please” in the bedroom. But I’d sell my soul for a front row seat to a show with Sera and her sex toy. I’ll get down on my knees and beg if I have to.
Groaning, I grip myself over the terrycloth. “Fuck, Ser. I’m so hard for you. Please let me watch you play with that pretty pussy of yours.”
“Since you said please…” Seraphina’s hand disappears off screen. She lets out a breathy sigh and her eyelids flutter, forehead crinkling. I’m mesmerized; entranced. I’ve never seen anything more sensual in my life.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Just like that.” Keeping my eyes fixed on her, I untie the towel with a single tug. My dick springs free impatiently, and my fist wraps around the base. Having her mouth or pussy would be even better, but this is pretty goddamn good.
She pouts. “I wish you were touching me.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to touch you.” My voice is hoarse. “Let me see your pussy, baby.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, the tiny part of my brain that’s still functional wonders if I’m escalating too quickly. After several hours of foreplay via sext message, I’m so fucking keyed up that I don’t have a single shred of self-control left.
My worries immediately ease as the camera pans down, moving past the swells of her breasts straining against her thin white crop top and the dip of her smooth, bare stomach. Little white shorts rest low on her hips, obscuring what I want to see most.
She’s a fucking tease, and I love it.
“Ditch the shorts, Tinker Bell.”
Seraphina brings the camera back up to her face and tsks, smirking. “So bossy.”
Placing the phone down on the bed, she gives me a full view of her body. The bedding rustles, camera jostles as she lifts her hips and shimmies the waistband down, deliberately moving as slowly as possible. My dick hardens even more with anticipation. I watch the material slide lower and lower, leaving me with a view of the cleft between her closed thighs.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs and show me how wet you are.”
I watch as she parts her knees, exposing all of herself to me. Her pretty cunt is swollen and ready, her slit begging for me to slide my cock inside.
Cursing, I tighten my grip on my shaft. “Your pussy is perfect, Ser. So fucking perfect.”
Her fingertips circle her clit, purple-pink folds glistening with her arousal. When she whimpers, it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. Tension coils in my core as I come dangerously close to unfurling. I stop abruptly, pinching my cock at the base to hold myself off. No way am I coming before the grand finale.
Seraphina juts her chin at the screen. “Don’t I get to see?”
Well, fuck. If that’s what she wants, I’m not shy. I tilt the phone to show her what she’s doing to me. My cock is engorged and leaking in my hand, ready to explode.
Her teeth snag her bottom lip, pupils dilating. “Damn,” she murmurs, staring at the screen. “I wish we were alone.”
I husk a low laugh and set down the phone like she did, creating equal viewing opportunity. “Me too.”
Seraphina gives me a coy look, but I can tell she’s only playing shy. “Do you want me to get my toy?”
“You know I do.”
A hot pink dildo comes into the frame, her slender fingers wrapped around the shaft. It’s a generous size—though using her hand for scale, it’s not as big as yours truly—and realistic, with fake veins running the length and balls hanging down. I bite down on my lip as she brings it to her pussy and rubs it along her slick entrance, teasing without penetrating herself.
“Fuck yourself with it and pretend it’s me,” I tell her.
“I always pretend it’s you.”
Those words nearly undo me on the spot.
A low, tortured growl reverberates in my chest as the pink silicone slips inside of her, slowly disappearing.
“Look how pretty you are taking that dick, baby. You look even better when you’re taking mine.” I slowly start to stroke myself again, imagining it’s my cock inside her instead. Remembering how tight and wet she was when I sank inside of her, and the way her walls clenched around me as she came.