Me: No. It's because you were thinking about me.
Future Wife: Whatever.
Future Wife: What are you doing?
I chuckle, glancing at the hand on my cock.
Me: Well…
Future Wife: That sounds ominous.
Me: Only if you have an aversion to dick pics.
FutureWife: OMG.
Me: Do you?
I wait, barely breathing, for her response. It takes so long, I'm almost positive she isn't going to reply at all. And then:
Future Wife: No.
I groan out loud, practically ripping through my goddamn fly to get my cock out. I don't even have to jerk off to get the bastard hard. He was ready to go as soon as her name popped up on my screen. I wrap my fist around him, fumbling with the camera until I manage to get a decent angle.
Before I can think it through or talk myself out of it, I snap the photo and send it.
Me: You did this.
Future Wife: Jesus, Royce.
Me: He's hurting for you, pretty baby.
Future Wife: Do something about it.
I groan her name, hitting the button to dial her number.
"Hello?" she whispers, her voice shaking.
"Say it again," I order, squeezing my cock hard.
"D-do something about it," she says.
"Fuck, Emelia," I groan, sliding my hand up my shaft. "Are you touching yourself too?"
There's a little gasp on the other end, all breathy and sweet. "Maybe."
"Yeah?" I rasp. "Tell me where your hands are right now, baby."
She whimpers, the sound hitting me right in the balls. "In my panties," she whispers.
"Let me hear it," I demand, already half-wild for her. I can picture the flush on her cheeks, her eyes all glossy and unfocused, hair messy and wild. God, I want to see it for real. I want her under me. I want to bite her lip and hear her scream when she comes. "Tell me what you're doing."
She doesn't answer, but I hear a tiny moan, then a shaky sigh. "I'm…"
I stroke my cock harder, squeezing the head. "You're what, Emelia?"
"I'm rubbing my clit," she breathes, her voice barely audible, but I hear every fucking syllable echoing in my skull. "God. I want your mouth on me, Royce."
"You'll have it," I promise, working my cock through my fist harder, faster. "Next time I see you, I'm going to eat you until you can't stand."