Page 117 of The Catch

"I'm imagining it's you."

I jerk my hips once, despite trying not to. The friction of my clothes is enough to make my eyes roll up.

Fuck. I'm going to come in my pants again at this pace.

"Make it go faster, Saint."

"I'll do more than that."

I check my surroundings. I'm still alone, but I'm outside. It's fine for now. I tap on my phone until I'm on the vibrator's app. Without fully thinking of it, I choose a faster setting and a different pattern.

She whines.

"Yes, Ames." I keep my voice low, only for us, gravelly with my feelings. "Let the vibe touch you but know I would do much more. I'd be kissing you. I'd be talking you through it, just like now. I'd be inside you letting that vibe drive us wild."

I change the pattern again. The ghost of a hiccup resounds on the line when I get the phone back up to my ear.

"In my mind," I say, "I'd touch you like we were naked together in my bed. I'd make love to you all night. I'd give you so many orgasms we both lose count. And when the sun comes out again, you'd be so soft and unbound, I'd keep you close in my arms. I'd move slow and deep inside of you. Lento, mi divina. Bailaremos lento."

My heart wants to jump out of my chest. It's running out of my mouth, too, but it's not enough. She can't truly understand the many ways in which I mean my words, and I can't explain. I'm too wound up, my brain hazy with the need to be with her to do as I promised. My cock is back to my favorite type of torment, the one where I want Ames desperately and she doesn't know it. The kind where a few words from her and a single touch would have me finishing before I meant to.

"Saint… I… want you, too."

Her feelings are entwined with her breath, unnamed as they are. Compacted and hidden in her want. I'd ask more, but I have no plan. No idea how to saythings right. And if this is working for her and it's half as good as I want it to be for her, then this isn't the time, anyway.

"Fuck," I mutter, and let the curse carry all of my frustrations. The climax I can't allow myself, and all the ones I won't get to give her tonight.

I change the pattern again and set it to the hardest setting. Laughter reaches me from the suite behind me and I curse again.

The bottle lays abandoned next to me and I steal a glance at it. In the blur of my feelings, I consider uncapping it and emptying it on my head. Except that would welcome a hundred questions, and it's unlikely to solve the problem. Only one thing will.

I stand slowly, to prevent much precum from escaping onto my boxers. My brown pants would show even a single drop.

"Ames. Keep touching yourself."

"I am. I can't stop."

"Shit. Yeah. Like that."

Crossing my fingers that I'm safe from leakage, I dart for the bedroom sliding doors at the other end of the terrace. I choose one of the darkened ones, hoping the lights off mean no one is there.

"One day soon—" I try the door. It's blissfully unlocked and I get in— "I'll tell you everything I can't say when I'm miles away and surrounded by my team. I'll find every word, Ames. But now I want you to touch yourself, okay? Make yourself come with the vibe and my voice in your ear."

"I'm close. If only I just…"

"No. Wait for me. Soon. We'll do it soon."

I cross the bedroom without paying attention to a single detail. I'm fully focused on the bathroom, and I don't stop until I make it inside and lock the door behind me. I slap the light on.

"Are you touching yourself?" she asks.

"I'm touching myself now."

I undo my belt and yank at the layers of fabric covering me. I free my cock, and let out a long, strangled groan when I fist it in my hand.

"What can I say… to help you…" she tries.

An unexpected scoff escapes my throat. "You don't have to say anything, Ames, don't you see? Everything you do is what I want. I just need the little noises you make, and to know you want me too."