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“What’re you wearing?” You drawl down the phone, twirling your hair between your fingers like a fucking teenager.
“Jesus, we really doing this?” Dave’s husky voice bleeds through your phone speaker as your cheeks flood with heat.
“I mean, we could just turn on the cameras and watch each other fuck our junk?” You tease and you hear the exasperated sigh from your stepfather-turned-lover that you love to coax from him.
“You’re a fucking brat you know that?”
“Course I do, Daddy.” You ooze professionally crafted seduction as you hear Dave’s breath catch in his throat. You love how the taboo use of Daddy winds him up.
“You’re a bad fucking girl, shame I’m a whole ocean away, otherwise I’d make you pay for that.”
“I know you would,” You giggle as you slip your fingers under the waistband of your panties, soft, cotton, boring. But you’ve got no reason to dress up when Dave’s away on business, “So?”
“So?” Dave huffs back and you know he’s already touching himself, the way his breathing falters every few breaths is something you’ve memorised over time.
“What are you wearing?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dave groans down the phone and you smile diabolically at his exasperation, “I’m in sweatpants and nothing else, happy?”
“Mmm, those tight grey USN ones?” You tease further as you imagine Dave sprawled out on a twin bed in some shitty hotel room.
“Correct.” Dave says, his voice clipped and you roll your eyes.
“Oh David, you really want to be so pent up while I fuck myself on my fingers thinking of you?”
“You’re a fucking menace,” Dave grunts and you reel as you sink two fingers into your wet heat, “What are you wearing?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” You giggle down the line and bring up your messages, sending Dave a photo. You hear his breathing hitch, and you whine as you get the exact reaction you were looking for.
“Fuck.” He growls as he views the photo you sent. His USMC t-shirt, holey and battered is bunched up to your chin, revealing your breasts, your white cotton panties hug your sex.
“You like seeing me in your clothes David?”
“You really have to ask?”
“You touching yourself to me David? Fucking your fist while you think about my tight little pussy?”
“’Course I am,” He pants as you hear the telltale sound of skin slapping against skin as he jerks wildly to the image of you, “Fuck I miss you so much baby.”
“I miss you too, my fingers ain’t got nothing on yours.”
“Yeah? Missing the way I split you open?” Dave breathes and you think about him between your legs, working you open with his fingers as his mouth latches onto your clit.
“Uh-huh, love the way you spread me out for your cock Daddy.”
“Fuck baby, I love it when you call me that.” Dave huffs as you play with your clit, rubbing hard, desperate circles around the aching bundle of nerves.
“I know Daddy, I miss you so much.” You whine as you feel your release build to a blinding peak.
“Miss you too sweetheart, going to fuck you so good when I get back.”
“Can’t wait Dave, need you so bad, fuck, I l-.” You freeze, your mind running away from you before you can stop it. You almost said the thing you promised yourself never to say to him. But it doesn’t mean it isn’t true.
“Hey, you ok?” Dave pauses and you hear the concern in his voice.
“I’m fine just had some cramping in my thigh, talk to me Dave, tell me what you would do to me if I was there.”
You play it off, but you’ve stopped touching yourself. You’re listening to Dave babble filth down the line, but you can’t really concentrate on it. Your mind is racing as you try and rationalise what the fuck you almost said.
“Oh fuck, baby, gonna-!” Dave grunts out before you hear his soft whines and tight panting breaths down the line.
“Fuck yeah Daddy, can’t wait until you can come inside me again.” You say, your voice not your own as you try to play along. But the pit in your stomach just keeps expanding, consuming you whole as you realise, you’re in fucking love with your stepdad.
“You ok baby?” Dave’s voice wavers over the line.
“Yeah, all good, night Dave.” You hang up abruptly, so completely unlike you.
Your chest heaves with something akin to grief as you realise how hard you’ve fallen for him.
Your phone buzzes incessantly as Dave tries to call you back, but you just flip your phone over, silencing the vibrations as you let it ring and ring.
You clutch at your bedsheets as tears pour down your cheeks. You can’t keep doing this. You promised yourself you wouldn’t catch feelings, let alone the L word. You sob quietly into your pillow as you hear the text tone ping again and again. But you ignore it, terrified of your own feelings as you turn off your phone, not even allowing yourself to preview the messages that had come through.
~*~
Dave lies there, come smeared over his abdomen as he texts you again and again. He’s spiralling. He knows exactly what you were going to say, because he’s been stopping those words falling from his own lips for weeks.
He shouts a wordless cry into the dark hotel room as he throws his phone against the wall, roaring as he lets the pent-up emotions spill forth.
All he wants is you, and it leaves a jagged, weeping scar inside him as he lets himself cry for the first time in as long as he can remember.