Page 40 of Whatever It Takes

“Damn, college is making you stupid,” I say, sarcastic.

She laughs. “You say it.”

I sweep her features. “The Bold and the Beautiful.”

Willow bites the corner of her lip, her smile appearing again.

“You’re beautiful, Willow.” I skim my girlfriend with hot desire that pricks my nerves and blankets my skin. My dick strains against my jeans. “I think you should get under your covers and watch me. You don’t have to get naked or show me anything.”

Her eyes widen. “You’d be okay with that?”

“Yeah. No question.” I’m usually the one who takes the lead whenever we’re in bed anyway. She prefers that, and I’d rather be in control.

Willow slips under her sheets, and the screen goes wonky as her computer falls to its side. After a second, she must prop the laptop on her lap—since the screen stabilizes. I have a clear view of her face, her cheeks flushed and glasses a bit smudged.

I stay in my camera frame for Willow, and I unzip my jeans and kick them off my legs. Left in black boxer-briefs, I palm my hard dick above the fabric. All the while, I watch her pleasure mount on-screen.

Her breath hitches. I strip off the last layer of clothing. Left buck-naked, and I spit in my hand and stroke my length.

My muscles contract.Fuck.Heat blisters across my body, and I look at my girlfriend, aroused flush creeping up her neck. And I imagine sinking my erection between her legs. I imagine Willow beneath me, trusting me—a girl who’s delicate and shy at most touch, and I go slow and rock deep. My hardness filling her tight warmth that clenches around me.

I fist my shaft in an up-and-down motion and buck my hips up into my grip. “Fuck,” I groan. I just want inside her. I just want to be in bed with her.

I just want more than this, and I know I have to be happy with the fantasy and our ocean-apart reality. Like maybe it’ll be enough in the end.

I arch my hips into my clutch again.

Willow lets out a soft, aroused noise.

Fuckfuck.I watch as she adjusts her laptop. She’s slipping further into her bed. Lying down. I think she props the laptop on the pillow next to her. I can’t see below her breasts, but her arm seems to shift…

And move. Her lips part in a short breath. Her eyes shut for a beat longer.

Fuck, she’s masturbating. My muscles flex, sweat glistening along my body, and pre-cum coats my hand.

Desire pulsates my veins like a coked-up drummer banging and banging. “Willow,” I groan. “Willow.”

She gasps and squirms. I strain my ears to hear her whisper, “Garrison.”

I’m an idiot and I reach out at the computer screen like I can touch her. This fucking 2D version is only half of my girl, and yeah, I’d rather be able to pull her underneath me right now.

She covers her face with her hand, nearing a peak. “I want you,” she mumbles into a sharper breath. “I want you in…”

“I’m in you,” I say in a tight, deep voice. I quicken the friction on my length. “I’m so fucking deep in you.”

Willow moans.

My neck strains, blood bursting my veins, and I tilt my head back. “Fuuuck,” I grit down.

She quakes.

I hit a powerful climax, and an involuntary noise breaches her lips, this high-pitched whimper that reminds me she’s completely let go. Out of her head, and I release into my palm. My body on fire as I pump out the tension.

Fuck.

She breathes hard with me, and I try to remind myself that even miles away, intimacy is still strung between us.

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