my own. He knows exactly how to touch me to make it happen so quickly.
“Fuck, baby, I miss you so goddamned much already. This is torture,” he hisses.
Tears burn at my eyes. “I miss you too.” My fingers fumble at my clit, but it’s no use. It’s not the same. He grunts and then lets out a ragged sigh as he comes. The sounds coming from him lack their usual passion.
“It’s no comparison to the real thing,” he utters.
“What the fuck, man? Coach cancels practice and you have phone sex with your girlfriend? Hi, Amy,” his friend Nick says in the background.
A spike of jealousy flits through me, but it’s better for him to think that way. Hudson plays along with it.
“One day, when you find the girl of your dreams, you’ll understand,” Hudson grumbles at him.
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight, but it looks like you have your hands full. Literally. I’ll leave you and Amy alone.”
“Knock next time, asshole,” Hudson says with a laugh seconds before the door slams in the background. “Sorry about that. You didn’t come.”
I slide my hand out of my shorts. “I will when I see you next. Only you can make me come so hard I see stars. I’m not as good at it as you.”