Page 25 of Rewind It Back (Windy City #5)

Rio

Throwing the comforter off, I give up on trying to sleep.

It’s well after two in the morning, and as per usual, I can’t fucking sleep.

I’ve already gotten out of bed to turn the thermostat down in my hotel room. I’ve scrolled on my phone. I put on some TV. I tried to read.

My brain won’t shut itself off. I’m too busy thinking about the game tomorrow night against Philly. Trying to remember if I took the garbage cans out to the street before I left. Wondering if the almond milk in the fridge is going to be good for the entirety of my trip, but if it’s going to expire, I’m trying to figure out how I can get some delivered to the house for Hallie to use.

Hallie.

Always Hallie. That’s where my mind circles back to every time I’m alone and it’s quiet enough to think.

When I close my eyes, I can still picture how sinfully perfect she looked standing just outside my shower as I got myself off earlier today. How sexy she was with that lip tucked under her teeth. How raspy her voice became when she told me she wanted me to come.

Are you still thinking about me?

If she only knew.

When I think of sex, I think of Hallie. She’s the only name that pops into my mind. Her face, her body, and her voice are the only things I visualize. She was my first. She taught me how to do it. We learned together by learning each other. Six years later, I think it’s safe to assume there will never come a day that I don’t think of Hallie Hart when I think of sex.

God, I miss her.

I want her back, and I’m done lying about it. To her. To myself.

Sitting up, I rest my back against the headboard before grabbing my phone off the nightstand. I text her, not caring that she probably won’t respond until sometime later after she wakes up.

Me: Can’t sleep. Thinking about you.

To my surprise, three dots immediately start dancing on the screen as she types back.

H ? : Thinking about me, or thinking about that shower?

A laugh warms my chest.

Me: Both.

Even more surprising than finding her awake is when my phone starts vibrating with a call from her. I answer immediately.

“Hey.”

Her voice is tired. “Hi.”

“Everything okay?”

“I can’t sleep either.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue, wanting to ask if she went into my closet after I left. If she found all the mixtapes and CDs I haven’t stopped listening to since she originally gave them to me.

I’ve never forgotten this girl, not even for a second, and it’s about time she knows that.

With the lights off, I scoot down to lie on my back again, phone pressed to my ear. “Why can’t you sleep?”

“I have a lot on my mind. Mostly you. Mostly us.”

Fuck. I like that.

“Do you want to talk through it?”

“No,” she whispers into the line. “I want you to talk me through something else.”

Fuck. Me.

She sounds so turned on right now. Earlier today, Hallie told me she knew when I was about to come. Well, that makes two of us. I remember exactly how she sounds when she wants to get off, and I can hear it in her voice right now.

“I still feel worked up from watching you earlier,” she says.

“Mmm. Well, we should take care of that. Don’t you think?”

“Could you do that for me, Rio?”

There’s something unguarded in the way she asks. Sure, it’s just phone sex, but the bigger picture is that Hallie’s not wearing her armor right now. She trusts me enough to be vulnerable in this way again.

“I can do anything for you, baby. Tell me what you’re wearing.”

She hums at that name. “A T-shirt.”

“Yeah? What else?”

She pauses on the other line. “Nothing else.”

My eyes screw shut. “Hallie, put me on a video call.”

“Not this time. It’s my turn, Rio, and I just want to hear your voice in my ear as you talk me through it. You owe me one, remember?”

My self-deprecating laugh is painful. “Yeah, Hal. There’s no forgetting that. I’ve been looking forward to paying you back. Where are you right now?”

“In my bed.”

“Lights off?”

“Yes.”

“Door locked?”

“Mm-hmm.” I hear her swallow on the other line. “But I wish you were here with me.”

Something is different. She’s being open and honest with me. I want to press her about it, ask her if she’s feeling differently about us, but I also really want to make her feel good.

“Fingers or a toy?” I ask.

“What do you want me to use?”

I roll to my side, keeping the phone pressed to my ear. “Fingers. Pretend they’re mine.”

There’s a soft rumble in her throat.

“Slide your hand down, Hallie baby. Open your legs and slip your fingers between them.”

I wait to hear her tell me she’s doing what I instructed, but this is torture. The best kind of torture, but still, I want to see her. I want to touch her, but I can’t. So instead, I reach down and touch myself. Over my sweatpants, I run my palm down my length.

I’m hard as hell already.

She sucks in a sharp breath, and I know she’s doing the same.

“How wet are you right now?”

Hallie whimpers. “Plenty.”

I stroke myself over my pants. “Good. Use your fingers and rub a circle over your clit. Make yourself feel good like I would be doing if I were there right now.”

She moans softly.

“Good girl, Hal. Keep doing that.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

I look down, finding the obvious hard-on bulging under the fabric of my pants. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Touch yourself with me. Please.”

I chuckle as I push my sweatpants over my hips and ass, letting my cock spring free. “Trust me, Hal. There’s not a world in which you’d need to use your manners to ask me to get off with you.”

She laughs this pretty little sound on the other end.

I stroke my cock in one long, slow slide. The head is already swollen. The veins are already bulging. “Goddamn, I wish I was there right now.”

“And what would you do if you were?”

A tick of a smirk lifts on my mouth. “Are we really doing this?”

“Yes. We were long-distance for two years, and you got awfully good at making me come over the phone. Do you still remember how?”

Do I still remember how?

There’s a testing note in her voice that she knows I won’t back down from. I can picture the smug smile on her face as she lays there knowing I’m about to paint a picture of all the filthy things that are running through my mind right now.

I pump myself. “Are you still touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You want to know what I’d do if I were there right now?”

“Please tell me, Rio.”

“If I were there, I’d kneel behind you, wrap an arm around your waist and pull your back to my chest. I’d let you feel how hard my cock is when it slides against your ass, then I’d replace your fingers with my own and make you look down between your legs to watch how well I still know your body.”

She whimpers on the line.

“I’d rub tight little circles on your clit. Are you doing that right now, Hallie?”

“ Yes .”

“I’d play with you the way I always used to play with you until I made you come, then I’d toss you on your back, bury my face between your legs, and finally get a taste of you again.”

Her breathing picks up. “You always did enjoy going down on me.”

Understatement of the fucking year.

“Don’t be shy, Hallie. Say it how it is. I fucking loved eating your pussy, baby, and we both know it.”

She moans. “More.”

My muscles begin to coil, heat pricking my skin. Stroking myself, I pick up the pace.

“I’d suck on your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you were begging me to stop. Then I’d pin your legs to the mattress and make you come again on my tongue. And while your pussy was still fluttering with that orgasm, I’d slide my fingers inside so I could feel how insanely tight you were going to feel when I gave you my cock.”

“Rio, I want you inside of me again.”

“Yeah?”

She whimpers. “I wish you were fucking me again.”

That makes two of us.

Running my hand over my shaft, I grip my cock as tight as her cunt always gripped me.

“Keep rubbing with your fingers, Hallie. Pretend they’re mine.”

“I wish they were.”

My hips move in rhythm, meeting my fist in pace. “I’d open your legs even wider and slowly climb over you.”

“Yes.”

“Just like when we were in the hotel, Hal. Do you remember how good it felt to have me on top of you again? When your legs were wrapped around me? You felt like heaven underneath me.”

Hallie’s breathing is quick and short. “You felt so good. I wanted you inside of me. I haven’t had you inside of me in so long.”

“I know. Fuck. ” I jerk myself even quicker. “I think about it all the time. How good you felt. How well you fucked me.”

“I want you to fuck me right now.”

“I want to so badly. You have no idea.”

“Then do it.”

Screwing my eyes shut, I see it. Her on her back, legs spread wide, pussy swollen and ready for me.

“I’d suck on your neck. I’d slip my tongue in your mouth so you could see how fucking good you taste and why I’m so goddamn addicted. Maybe then you’d understand why I’ve been starving for you for six years now.”

“Rio, I’m so close.”

Shit. So am I.

“I’d slide my cock over your clit a couple of times. I’d make sure I was covered in you, and while you were squirming underneath me, eager for it, I’d drag it out. I’d torture you. I wouldn’t give it to you yet. Not until you were begging for me.”

“I want it,” she cries. “I want you.”

“And then when you were so desperate for it that you were on the brink of coming again just from me teasing you, I’d push the head of my cock down and let it slip inside your perfect fucking body.”

“ Yes. Yes. Please. I want it.”

I work my hand, moving in quick, short pumps.

“And you’d be warm and wet and fucking perfect like you always have been. You’ve always taken me so well, baby. You remember?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then I’d fuck you. I’d fuck you right into the mattress while also holding your hand. Because it was always more than fucking, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Rio.”

“Are you going to come for me, Hal?”

She whimpers and the breath that follows is short and desperate, unable to fill her lungs with air. And that, combined with her little noises, mixed with the sound of her rhythmically moving on her mattress, means she’s there.

“Hallie baby, be a good girl and come for me. Please. I need it. I need to hear how unreal you sound when you come. Fuck, I remember how pretty you are when you let go. You’re doing so good. Please. If you come, it’ll make me come.”

“I want you to come inside of me. Please, Rio.”

“ Fuck .”

My name slips off her lips like a precious, pleading cry. I can tell that Hallie is coming on the other line as her moans fill my ears. Her noises coax my own release, and I join her.

The climax is blindingly blissful, regardless that I just came earlier today. The picture I painted for her is playing like a movie in my head as I come inside of her. As she holds me to her. As she tells me she’s mine and that I’m hers. I pull out and watch my cum drip down her leg before using two fingers to push it back inside of her.

Opening my eyes, I find my abdomen coated in my release.

In my ear, Hallie takes a deep inhale, attempting to find some hard-earned breaths, and I follow suit.

“Damn, Hal.”

Exhaling, she giggles this sound that fills every empty crevice it can find. It burrows in my chest, making a home where she’s always been.

“That was fun,” she says.

“I’m covered.”

She laughs again before sighing this sweet, soft sound. “I missed you, Rio.”

Closing my eyes again, I let that sink in too. I allow those words to replay on a loop. “I feel like I’m still missing you, Hal.”

I want her back. I want her to be open to the idea of giving us a chance.

“Maybe you won’t have to feel that way for long.”

I do my best not to react to that, not to ruin those words or push for more meaning. This could very well be her post-coital fog speaking for her. But I, instead, decide to assume those words mean what I want them to mean in hopes they might help me find sleep tonight.

Standing from the bed, I take my naked self over to the sink and wet a washcloth to wipe myself off, leaving the phone pressed to my ear.

“Are you feeling better now?” I ask.

I can hear the smile in her words. “Exponentially. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep now.”

Chuckling, I slip my sweatpants back on, dropping myself onto the mattress again. I want to talk to her all night. I want to leave this call going and set my phone next to my bed to see if that helps, but I’m also at the place where I just want to give her anything she needs from me.

“Thank you.” Her words are a whisper.

“Happy to help. Literally anytime.” I swallow hard. “I’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Wait,” she stops me quickly. “Would you... I don’t know. Do you want to stay on the phone for a while? Unless you’re tired.”

My chest squeezes the way it started doing again after she moved in next door. It might be foolish to let myself, but there’s something about her tonight that’s making me feel hopeful. We feel hopeful.

“Yeah. I’d love to talk to you, Hal.”

Tossing the comforter back over my body, I put my phone on speaker and leave it on the pillow next to mine.

And I can’t help the contented smile from lifting on my lips when she says, “Tell me all about your day.”