Chapter 3: Wish You Were Here
Hurry home, Cloud. Tifa's waiting.
Prompts Used: Phone Sex, Tease, Dirty Talk
"I'll still be awhile," Cloud explained, phone cradled to his ear as he idled on a stretch of road. "Don't wait up for me."
"That's too bad." Tifa's voice dropped into a sultry tone he knew too well. One that caused his gut to tighten instinctually. "I was hoping we'd have some fun tonight."
"Oh, yeah?" He imagined the mock pout on her face, wishing he could suck and bite into that lower lip before giving the rest of her body the same treatment. In the background, he heard the distinctive rustling of bedsheets. "Where are you right now?"
"In bed, waiting for you." He groaned, fidgeting in his seat as his pants grew tighter at the thought of Tifa sprawled out on their bed, eager for him. "Does that turn you on, Cloud? Knowing I'm touching myself and wishing it was you?"
There was no holding back the growl that rumbled in his throat. "Fuck, Tifa."
"Your hands are just so much bigger than mine. And they know exactly how to make me feel good. So-ah-sogood." Her voice cracked, punctuated by a whimper which sent Cloud's imagination running wild. He pictured her slim fingers rubbing circles over her clit, teasing her nipples, sliding into her heat.
The pressure in his pants now unbearable, Cloud quickly undid his belt, almost dropping his phone in the fumble (what a cruel hoax that would have been, to have the call end there). When he finally freed his cock, the night air chilling his skin, he wasted no time in beginning to stroke himself, letting out a satisfied sigh at the contact.
The reaction did not go unnoticed. "Are you touching yourself too, Cloud? Getting your thick cock ready for me? Such a good boy."
If he had less self-control, that comment alone would have sent him over the edge. It was rare for Tifa to sound so obscene, but when she did, he was helpless—a captive to her wicked whims.
As the sounds of their moans and pants filled the receiver, he felt the pressure quickly building in his chest with every filthy word that came out of Tifa's mouth. She was the first to reach her peak, and he listened enthralled as she worked herself through her orgasm, wishing he could be there to watch her.
It didn't take long for her to regain her composure, readopting the sultry tone from earlier. "That's the second time today I've come while thinking about you. Won't you do the same for me? Come for me, Cloud."
Not one to disappoint, he tightened his hold on his cock, increasing the speed of his strokes until he came with an unrestrained groan against his handset, spilling into his hand and across the side of the road.
Tifa gave him just a moment to recuperate before she purred, "Hurry home, Cloud. I'll be waiting for round two."
He made it back in record time.