Page 75 of Rumor Has It

Rebecca whimpered. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” She moaned softly and Wren imagined how her own fingers would feel pressing into Rebecca. “What if you did, too?” Rebecca asked, her voice an absolute wreck.

“You want me to”—Wren suddenly got what Rebecca was asking for—“Yeah, I understand.” Wren eased two of her own fingers into herself. “Feels better when they’re your fingers,” she admitted.

That got a breathy laugh from Rebecca. “I agree. You can get your fingers deeper in me than I can.”

“Better angle, I guess?” Wren started to work her own fingers in and out of herself, she moaned a little on a particularly good thrust.

Rebecca moaned immediately after. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re fucking yourself with your fingers right now and I’m not there to see it.”

“Would you want to watch? Like if you were here, could you watch and not join in?” Wren asked, fully into that idea.

“Uh-huh.” Rebecca’s answer was a high-pitched agreement.

Holy shit, that was hot. “I don’t know that I could just watch if you touched yourself in front of me.”

“Oh yeah?” Rebecca asked. “Why not?”

“Yeah, I’d be too desperate to have my mouth on you.” Wren let out another moan at the thought. She was pumping into herself faster now, her hips coming off the mattress to meet the press of her own fingers.

Rebecca moaned again. “Fuck, your mouth is insane. The way you sucked on my clit that last night in Sweden was unreal.”

“I wish my mouth was on you right now.” Wren slid her free hand up her own shirt and squeezed at one of her nipples, imagining it was Rebecca’s mouth on her chest instead of her own fingers.

“I do, too. Fuck, Wren. This is really working for me.” Rebecca sounded both surprised and a little desperate. “I want to touch my clit.”

“You can touch your clit. Just tell me what you're doing?” Wren pulled her own fingers out of herself to match Rebecca’s movements.

“Tight circles.” There was a pause in Rebecca’s dictation for a few very deliciously graphic gasps. “Holy shit. Wren, I’m so close. Talk to me. I want to come to your voice.”

“Fuck, okay. If I was there with you, I’d be sucking on your clit. I’d still have two fingers buried deep in you like I did last week. Fuck, I’d be relentless. You sound so fucking hot when I’m inside you. The way my name sounds when you moan it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. If I was with you right now, I’d be doing everything I could to get to hear that sound again. Fuck, Rebecca, you’re so hot. This is so hot. I’m so close.” Her own fingers were frantically swiping back and forth across her clit.

Wren could hear Rebecca’s breath hitch. “Oh, fuck. Wren, yes. Holy shit, yes,” Rebecca moaned, her breaths hiccupy and heavy throughout her orgasm.

The sound of Wren’s name moaned like that into her ear sent her soaring over the edge as well. “Holy shit, Rebecca.”

Rebecca let out a bubbly laugh through the phone. “I guess we can both officially check phone sex off the next time we get roped into never have I ever.”

Wren wiped her fingers on the sheets, far away from anywhere she might roll in her sleep. “Yeah,” she said, hearing how happy and finally sleepy she sounded now that she’d orgasmed with Rebecca. “Yeah, I guess we can.”

“Hey, Wren?” Rebecca’s voice sounded shy, all of a sudden.

“Yes, Rebecca?” Wren asked, making sure that Rebecca knew that she was paying attention despite how sleepy she knew she sounded.

“Would you maybe want to stay on the phone with me?”

Wren let out a happy hum. “Are you asking for me to phone cuddle with you after our phone sex?” She asked, her voice an easy, gentle tease.

She could feel Rebecca’s eye roll through the phone. “I am 97% sure you just made that up.”

“Where’s the other three percent, Rebecca?” Wren asked, yawning immediately after.

“I'm wondering what else the articles said.”

“I can forward them to you in the morning.” Wren grinned as she snuggled deeper into her pillows. “But yes, Rebecca. I’ll phone cuddle with you.”

Wren was becoming more and more convinced that smiles were audible because she would swear that she could hear Rebecca’s, even through the phone.

“Goodnight, Wrenthrop.”