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Ruby: . . .

Ruby: I can’t . . .

Ruby: You have completely ruined my night of ice cream, Double Stuf Oreos, and watching America’s Got Talent.

Bodi: How so?

Ruby: Because, I’m slipping on my sandals and running to the nearest store. I need ant repellant, stat. To hell if I’m going to be unprepared when the ant-apocalypse occurs.

Bodi: I don’t feel bad. You shouldn’t be eating Double Stuf Oreos without me.

Ruby: You got me hooked! You can’t just ask me to quit cold turkey.

***

Bodi: The San Juan Airport has no food options whatsoever.

Ruby: No food options or no organically grown kale available for you to nibble on like a rabbit?

Bodi: I eat more than kale, like that delicious pussy of yours.

Ruby: *fans face* You want to sext? Okay. Take a picture of you benching your penis, as you know how much I want to see that.

Bodi: Never going to happen, get that out of your head.

Ruby: But it’s a penis on a bench, that’s funny stuff.

Bodi: It’s fucking weird, Rubes.

Ruby: Might be nice, that cold wood on the underside of your diddly doodle.

Bodi: Might get me put in jail.

Ruby: Just lock the doors.

Bodi: Not going to happen, Rubes.

Ruby: I’ll withhold my nipple from you until you do it.

Bodi: No you won’t. You like nipple play way too damn much. That’s an empty threat, Rubes.

Ruby: Damn it.

***

Ruby: I miss you.

Bodi: I miss you, too.

Ruby: I need to be in your arms.

Bodi: One more week, baby.

Ruby: But I miss you.

Bodi: I fucking miss you more.

***

Bodi: Are you all packed?

Ruby: Yes, just finishing up ironing your face on my shirt.

Bodi: Want to repeat that?

Ruby: I made a shirt with your face on it. I know how much you like to be pressed up against my boobs.

Bodi: That is very true.

Ruby: Have you been dreaming about my boobs?

Bodi: Every damn night. I’ve also been dreaming about your sweet smile, your mesmerizing eyes, and your beautiful heart.

Ruby: *swoon*

Bodi: It’s the truth. I fucking need you so bad right now.

I set my phone down and take a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling of my shit-tastic dorm room. Thanks, Rio, you really made us feel welcome with your exposed wiring, poor plumbing, and rooms without air-conditioning. Luckily, the United States Olympic Committee stepped up and made the majority of our rooms livable. Some of the athletes are staying off campus, and I don’t blame them.

Not me though, I always stay in the athlete dorms, despite the conditions. It’s a ritual I won’t break. The only good thing about it? I don’t have to share a room with someone. I get to listen to water run through the walls—not pipes—all by myself. So fucking lucky.
I’m also able to avoid anyone noticing the three times I ensure my door is locked.

Ruby is flying out tomorrow with Bellini—a total nightmare, so I’ve heard—Paisley, Bellini’s assistant, Melony, Bellini’s hair and makeup person, and Pocket, Bellini’s . . . well, Ruby isn’t quite certain what Pocket is, or what her real name is. All she knows is Pocket follows Bellini around like some deranged, masochistic dog.

I can’t wait to see her in person. FaceTime, phone calls, and texts has kept me going, but what I wouldn’t give to smell her sweet hair, feel her soft lips against mine, be buried balls deep in that tight pussy of hers. Fuck, just thinking about it is getting me hard.

Normally sex wouldn’t cross my mind before races, but after being with Ruby and being ambushed by over four hundred thousand condoms in the athlete dorms—thank you, International Olympic Committee—I’m so fucking hard up. I need my girl. I crave her.

I settle into bed just as my phone rings.

Ruby
.

Laying my head on the pillow, I put the call on speaker phone. “Hey, Rubes.”

“Bodi Bear,” she responds in her chipper voice, “are you getting ready for bed?”

“Already in it,” I respond, hating the four-hour time difference between us.

“Oh, do you want me to go so you can get your sleep?”

“No,” I say quickly, unable to mask my feelings. “I want to hear your voice.”

“Don’t you know how to make a girl blush? Who knew Mr. Shy Pants was actually going to be Mr. Romantic? I got your little package by the way.”

I smile, knowing exactly what she received. “Did you like it?” It’s the first time I’ve ever sent a girl something. I spent a long time online trying to figure out the perfect “I miss you” gift. Fuck, I hope she likes it.

“Love it. I had no idea someone could partake in an Oreo bar, but you proved me wrong. I ate half a box. I’m going to have to roll myself around the airports tomorrow. Next time you see me, you won’t recognize me with my Oreo love handles.”

“Stop,” I say sternly. “You’re fucking perfect, Oreo consumption and all.” I hear her sigh on the other end of the phone, and it brings a smile to my face. “So tell me, which was your favorite?”

The minute the idea hit me, I kind of went a little crazy with purchasing items, but in the end, I think I did a good job. I decided on giving her an Oreo bar—to satisfy her recent cravings, and mine. I purchased multiple packs of Double Stuf Oreos and paired them with all different kinds of toppings and dips ranging from peanut butter, to icing, to marshmallow fluff.

“You’re not going to judge me when I tell you?”

“Never, Rubes.”

“Okay, I uh, really liked combining Fluff with peanut butter and adding a slice of banana on top. I call it my ode to Elvis, minus the bacon.”

My stomach gurgles. “Shit, that sounds good, Rubes.”

“Really? I thought I was being a little psychotic when I was putting it altogether, but maybe I was also feeling that way because I was shaking uncontrollably, frothing at the mouth with excitement. My brain was on overdrive.”

“Too many options?” I ask, a chuckle to my voice.

“Way too many but it’s amazing. I’m bringing the can of coconut pecan frosting and a bag of Oreos on the plane with me so I can make my very own German Chocolate Cake Oreo, and if TSA tries to take my can of icing, I will start a riot.”

“Not recommended.” Why can I see Ruby on the TSA conveyor belt, a shoe in one hand as a weapon and her icing in the other, barking and yipping at people to stay away? “Maybe put some in a small three-ounce, approved container just to be safe.”

“You really think they would take it away?”

“Rubes, I’ve seen them take away baby food before. They will have no problem confiscating your icing tub.”

“Rat bastards!”

“They’re just doing their job.” I try to bring her rage back down.

“I know, but frosting? Can’t a girl live out her fantasy of eating an Oreo German Chocolate Cake concoction while flying thousands of miles up in the air?”

“Wow, what a fantasy. You’ve had that for what? Three minutes?”

“Maybe.” The way she says that, I can picture her in my head lifting her chin in defiance. “Still a terrific fantasy.”

“I can think of better ones,” I say in a husky tone, thinking of her perfectly pebbled nipples pressed against my tongue.

“Oh yeah? Do they involve me naked?”

“My fantasies always involve you being naked. Your tits bouncing up and down, your mouth open in ecstasy, and your pussy clenched so tightly around my cock I nearly black out.”

She clears her throat. “Well, that’s quite the little picture you’ve painted.” She pauses for a second and her vice grows quiet. “Do you really envision me like that?”

“All the fucking time. Why? Does it freak you out?” Shit, am I being a creeper? Picturing her naked, riding my cock. I sure as fuck hope not.

“No,” she whispers. “What other fantasies do you have?”

“What don’t I have? They all involve you, naked, and in various positions. Do you ever think of me . . . that way?” Why am I sweating? Am I nervous to hear her answer? I know she likes me, there is no question about that, but does she like me like I like her? My fondness for her runs deep. I thrive
with
her. She’s gentle, has a kind heart, and her understanding and nurturing beguile me.

“If I did, would you tease me?”

“Fuck no, I would think it was hot, and I would want to hear about your fantasies.” I gulp, feeling my dick starting to get hard just from the thought of her having naked visions of me. “What kind of fantasies do you have, Rubes?”

I hear her shifting, the phone rubbing against something until she settles.

“What are you doing?”

She’s silent for a second and then squeaks out, “Getting comfortable in bed . . . with my vibrator.”

And now I’m hard as stone. Shifting my shorts down, I run my hand along my rigid cock and restrain the groan that wants to pop out.

“Tell me your fantasies, Rubes.”

“This,” she breaths out. “Having phone sex with you, pleasuring myself to your rugged, deep voice, listening to you tell me what to do so I can get off, just from the mere sound of your voice.”

Fuck, yes. My girl knows exactly what to say to tear me in half with lust for her.

“Take your clothes off,” I rumble through the phone. “Be quick.”

There is some more rustling and jostling of the phone and then I hear her sweet voice. “Okay.”

“Are you naked, Ruby?”

“Yes.”

“Are you under your covers?”

“Yes.”

“Where is your hand?”

“Holding my vibrator, waiting for you.” She sounds breathless.

“Don’t touch yourself yet,” I command, even though I’m already gripping my cock, my eyes closed, and envisioning my beautiful Rubes naked in her bed. “Tell me, how do the sheets feel against your skin?”

“Cool, silky.”

“How do you feel being naked in them? Does it turn you on, Rubes? Rubbing your body against the soft fabric? Can you picture the fabric that’s caressing you as my hands run up and down your body? Can you feel the warmth of my touch, the teasing sensation against your nipples?”

“Yes.”

“Are you squirming in the sheets, are your legs open? Are you wishing I was there, letting you come on my tongue?”

She groans and I feel my dick jerk in my hand. Fuck, I’m going to come a lot faster than I thought. I ease up on the pressure I’m applying to my cock so I don’t blow too soon.

“God, Bodi, I want you so bad.”

“What do you want, Rubes? If I were there with you, what would you want me to do?”

“Everything,” she says, avoiding the question.

“Be specific, baby. I want to hear the dirty things roll off your tongue.”

I’ve never been this kind of man, vocal in the bedroom, but with Ruby . . . I can. She makes me want to know everything going through her mind; she makes me want to express everything going through mine.

“I want you too.” She pauses, I can hear nerves in her voice, reminding me how vulnerable and adorable she is, not that I really need reminding. “I, uh, would want you to suck on my nipples while you fingered my clit, applying just enough pressure that I wouldn’t get off but just sit on the edge.”

“Do you like it when I edge you out, Rubes? Do you like it when I frustrate you?”

“It makes it so much better, so much more worth it. Waiting for you has made it worth it.” I don’t miss the second meaning in her sentence. Fuck, waiting for her has been worth it as well.

“Are you frustrated now? Are you wet, Ruby?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know? Are you touching yourself?”

“No, I can feel it with ever stroke of the sheets across my skin. The feeling is addictive, sensual, almost as good as your hands. I can’t stop my body from squirming, letting the sheet rub against my hard nipples, against my spread legs. I’m tingling everywhere, so turned on. Every sense I have right now is heightened, just waiting for your command.”

Goddamn it. My dick swells and I have to stop holding myself altogether. Visions of Ruby, naked, and in bed are clouding my brain, seeing her squirm, her legs spread, that pretty pussy spread and waiting for me.

Fuck. Me.

“Where is your vibrator, Rubes?”

“Next to me.” Her breathing is heavy. I’m definitely saying all the right things.

“Pick it up and place it against your clit but don’t turn it on. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me when you’ve done what I’ve told you.”

“I’m there. Are you touching yourself?”

I didn’t think I was until I feel my hand sliding up and down my dick. Shit, I have no self-control. “I am.”

“How is that fair? Can I at least move the vibrator?”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Hold it still and take a couple of deep breaths. Close your eyes and feel the sheets rub against you with each breath. Feel their cool touch scrape against your nipples. Feel the press of the vibrator against your clit, think of it as my tongue, just resting there, edging you so fucking hard, baby.”

“Oh God, Bodi. I’m throbbing with need. Everything in my body is numb, please let me turn it on.”

“Not yet, Ruby. Be patient, beautiful. Now take a few more deep breaths while you slowly, and I mean fucking slowly, move one of your hands up your stomach. I want you to feel the contour of your hips, your belly button until you’re just below your breast. Can you feel the weight just above your hand? That soft, silky skin, teasing your finger?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Move your index finger along the underside of your breast, the vibrator still placed against your clit. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe. My clit is pounding with need, Bodi.”

“Are you picturing me? Can you see how hard I am for you right now? How much you turn me on? Fuck, Ruby, my cock is unbelievably hard right now, I can’t help but squeeze the tip of my cock, envisioning my hand as your tight pussy, barely pulling me in. Only the tip.”

“Bodi, please.” There is a small cry in her voice and I can tell she’s on the verge of losing it, just where I want her.

“Run your finger up to your nipple and pull on it, Ruby. Pull on it hard. Roll your nipple between your fingers, just like I do.”

“Yes, oh God, yes. I’m going to come soon, Bodi.”