Missed You

His phone buzzed just as he pulled his shirt over his head, body still humming from too much alcohol and too many bad decisions. He was half-drunk, half-hard, and entirely missing her.

Autumn: You busy?

Ryan: Just got in. Everyone's still drinking downstairs. I ditched. Why?

Autumn: Because I'm in your shirt. In our bed. Thinking about you.

Ryan: Fuck. You know what that does to me.

Autumn: I'm not wearing anything under it.

He sat up.

Ryan: You serious?

Autumn: Take a guess.

Autumn: It still smells like you. I've been laying here with my thighs squeezed together. Wishing your hand was in between them.

His dick twitched, hardening instantly.

Ryan: Keep talking.

Autumn: I've been aching all night. Couldn't stop thinking about your mouth. The way you pin me open and just... devour me. I'm already soaked just from thinking about it. Want to see?

Ryan: You better fucking show me.

A photo appeared. Soft lighting. His blue button down pushed up just enough to show her bare stomach, and just below it--her fingers between her legs, glistening, parted. He groaned, biting down a curse.

Ryan: Jesus fucking Christ. You touching that sweet little pussy without me? Naughty fucking girl. I'd make you sit on my face until your legs shook. Wouldn't let you come until you begged.

Autumn: What if I'm already close? Been teasing myself. Thinking about your tongue. The way you whisper things while you're buried in me.

Ryan: Don't you dare come without me. I want you to slide two fingers in. Slowly. Stretch that tight little pussy for me. Pretend it's my cock. You know how deep I go.

Autumn: God, Ryan...

She sent a voice memo next. Soft, breathy whimpers. The slick sound of her fingers. Then her whisper--"I want you so bad. Please."

His head fell back. One hand wrapped around himself, the other gripping the phone like it was her.

Ryan: You don't get to beg like that unless you're ready to take everything I give you. I'd bend you over, push that pretty face into the mattress, and fuck you until you forgot your name. You'd come around me screaming, wouldn't you?

Autumn: Yes. I'd come all over you. I'd make a mess.

Ryan: I'd lick it up. Every drop. Then flip you over and do it all over again. Rub that clit harder, baby. Let me hear you.

Another voice memo. This time louder. Harsher breathing. A low moan that had him throbbing.

Autumn: Ryan... I'm right there. Please. I need it.

Ryan: Then say it. Tell me what's mine.

Autumn: This pussy. My mouth. My body. All of it's yours. I'm yours, Ryan. Please let me come.

His whole body tensed. He stroked himself harder, faster, hand slick.

Ryan: Come for me. Now. Let go. Make a mess, baby. I want to hear it.

Her next memo came fast--raw, gasping, her voice breaking as she cried out his name. Wet, wild, perfect. He followed seconds later, groaning into the darkness of his room, spilling over his hand with her name on his lips. They both sat in silence for a beat. Breathing. Spent.

Ryan: You're fucking lethal.

Autumn: I miss you.

Ryan: I'm gonna wreck you the second I get home.

Autumn: Promise?

Ryan: No. Threat.

********

His hand was still slick when he sent the next message, chest rising and falling, jaw clenched from trying not to groan too loud in a hotel full of drunk men.

Ryan: You still awake, baby?

Autumn: Barely. My legs are shaking.

Ryan: Good. You ready for round two?

Autumn: Are you serious?

Ryan: Dead serious.

Ryan: FaceTime me. Now.

His screen lit up a second later. He answered instantly. Her face filled the screen--flushed, hair messy, lips swollen. She looked wrecked and perfect.

"Let me see," he rasped, voice low and gravelly. "Show me what you did to yourself."

Autumn bit her lip, then flipped the camera. His breath caught. Her thighs were parted, his shirt still bunched around her waist, and between her legs--wet, glistening, flushed. She'd made a mess of herself. And she wasn't the least bit shy about it.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Look at you. Look what I do to you."

She turned the camera back to her face, smug and breathless. "Your turn."

He aimed the phone down. His cock still sat heavy against his thigh, glistening with the aftermath of round one, veins prominent, still hardening again at the sight of her. Her gasp was soft and immediate.

"Ryan..."

"You're not the only one dripping," he growled, shifting back so she could see him wrap his hand around himself again. "I can still taste you in my head. That sound you made when you came? Burned into my brain."

Autumn whimpered. "I want it again. I want to come for you again."

"Then put the phone somewhere I can watch," he ordered, eyes dark, voice all grit and heat. "And I want it front-row. Legs wide. No hiding."

She propped the phone up shakily, lying back, and spread her legs again. Her fingers went straight to her clit, slick sounds already filling the call.

"Fuck, that's it," he praised. "Touch yourself for me, baby. Pretend it's my tongue. You know how I'd lick you, slow at first... then faster, deeper, until your hips start to shake."

She moaned loud enough he had to clench his jaw to stay quiet. One hand fisted his cock, the other braced against the headboard as he watched her writhe.

"I'd hold your thighs down," he kept going. "Pin you wide open. You'd be crying for it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Please, Ryan. Please--"

"I'd fuck you deep," he growled. "I'd slam into that soaked little pussy until you were dripping down your thighs. I'd stretch you wide and make you take it."

Her hand moved faster. Her moans turned needy. Desperate.

"You're mine," he snapped. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," she sobbed. "All of me. I'm yours, Ryan--fuck--"

She came again, loud and messy, hips bucking, legs trembling on the screen. He nearly lost it just watching her--raw, beautiful, undone. A few hard strokes later, he followed with a low, guttural moan, spilling over his abs again. The silence afterward was full of panting, gasps, and tension.

"Holy shit," she whispered, blinking up at the camera.

"Have dirty dreams about me tonight baby," he said darkly, wiping his chest off with a towel. "Next time, I'm flying you out with me. I'm not going two nights without being inside you."

Autumn smiled, dazed and cocky. "I'd ruin your weekend."

"You already fucking did."

They both laughed--soft and intimate.

"Sleep with that shirt on," he murmured. "So you wake up still soaked in me."

"Mmhmm," she purred. "And maybe I'll call you again in the morning. Just to show you how needy I still am."

His voice dipped.

"Baby, you're never gonna stop being needy after that. And I'm never gonna stop giving it to you."

*******

Her body was still tender, her thighs sticky, her mind hazy with leftover lust from the night before. She hadn't even gotten out of bed yet--just curled deeper into his shirt, letting the scent of him soak into her skin. Her phone buzzed.

Ryan: How's my girl feeling this morning?

Autumn: Sore. Wet. Need you again.

Ryan: That's my good girl. FaceTime me. And bring your new toy.

She hesitated for only a second before reaching into the drawer beside her bed. The toy he'd bought her. The one he'd picked out himself. She didn't even need to think--just tapped the call button with shaky fingers and bit her lip as his name filled the screen. He answered instantly. Hair messy, jaw sharp with stubble, still shirtless in bed. The look on his face when he saw her--flushed cheeks, no panties, the toy clutched in her hand--nearly made her come undone right there.

"Fuck, baby," he said, voice low and full of gravel. "You look ruined already."

"I am," she whispered. "I woke up dripping."

"Then do something about it."

She inhaled sharply. "Ryan--"

"You need me?" he asked, voice rougher now. "Then show me. You know what I want."

She lay back, propping the phone against her pillow, legs spread just slightly. Just enough to tease.

"Wider," he said. "Let me see what's mine."

Her thighs fell open, breath stuttering. His shirt bunched up around her waist, the hem barely covering her ribs. She looked wrecked. And he looked like he'd never been harder.

"Turn the toy on. Slow speed," he instructed. "Rub it over your clit. No penetration yet."

She obeyed instantly, her hand trembling as the toy buzzed to life. The softest whimper left her throat as it brushed over her aching center.

"God, you're wet," he murmured. "All that for me?"

She nodded, eyes fluttering. "Always for you."

"That's right. Keep it there. Don't press too hard yet. Just let it tease."

Her hips twitched, thighs clenching.

"Good girl," he praised. "You make the prettiest fucking sounds when you're like this."

She whimpered again, arching slightly.

"Now slide it lower," he said. "Push it in. Just the tip."

Her breath caught as she followed the command, gasping when it slipped inside easily, already so slick she barely had to try.

"Fuck, that's it," he growled. "Wish it was me. Wish I was there, holding your hips down while I fucked you slow with my cock instead."

She moaned, hips rolling helplessly.

"Deeper," he said. "Push it in all the way. Then don't move. Just feel it."

She whimpered, biting her lip as she obeyed, back arching as the toy filled her completely.

"You're clenching already," he whispered. "I can see it. You're aching for it, aren't you?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Please, Ryan--"

"Start fucking yourself," he said, voice rough and reverent. "Slow strokes. Let me watch you break."

Her hand moved shakily, fucking herself with the toy just like he told her. Her thighs trembled. Her breathing turned ragged.

"Look at me," he said sharply. "Eyes on me, baby."

She forced her eyes open, locking on his. The heat in his gaze nearly finished her.

"You're doing so fucking good," he said, softer now. "So beautiful like this. Open for me. Obedient. Mine."

"I'm yours," she whispered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from how badly she needed release. "Please let me come. Please."

"Not yet," he said, voice like gravel. "Rub your clit with your other hand. But don't come. Not until I say."

Her voice broke around a moan. "Ryan--"

"Do it."

She obeyed, her other hand finding her clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles while the toy fucked into her deeper.

"Just like that," he rasped. "You're fucking perfect. You were made for this. Made to come for me."

"Please," she cried. "I can't--Ryan, I need it--I'm gonna--"

"Now," he growled. "Come for me, baby. Come hard. Let me hear every fucking sound you make."

She broke. Her body arched, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she came around the toy with a sob of his name, hips rolling, thighs soaked. The mess of it, the noise of it--it had him swearing, hand gripping his cock again off-screen, jaw clenched. When her breathing finally slowed and she collapsed back onto the pillows, he finally spoke again--soft, proud, and low.

"Jesus, baby," he murmured. "You're unreal."

She smiled, dazed. "You like watching me fall apart for you?"

"I fucking live for it," he said. "Next time, I want you doing that on my cock. No toys. Just me. Deep. Bare. Slow. Until you're shaking and crying."

Her eyes fluttered. "Yes. Please."

"Rest now," he said, softer again. "And when I get home, I'm gonna spend the whole night inside you. You won't need toys for a long fucking time."

********

She heard his key turn in the lock exactly when he said it would. Autumn's stomach fluttered as she crossed the room to greet him at the door, bare feet silent on the floor. Her fingers gripped the edge of her short dress, heart pounding beneath the delicate red lace of her bra. The door opened slowly--and there he was. Ryan. Hoodie pushed up to his elbows, black sweats slung low on his hips, hair wild from travel, dark eyes locked on her with the hunger of a man starved. He didn't speak. Just stepped inside, kicked the door closed behind him, and stared.

"You wore red," he rasped.

She smiled, a little shy. "Missed you."

He stepped in close, cupped her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone like she was something fragile. "You curled your hair for me?"

"I wanted to look nice."

"You always look nice." His voice was already thick, eyes roaming her body slowly. "But tonight you look like something I'm going to ruin."

She exhaled shakily, heat rising in her cheeks.

"I've been thinking about this moment since I left," he murmured, hands sliding down her sides. "Four days without your mouth. Four nights without your voice. You know what that did to me?"

She nodded, breath catching as he pulled her closer.

"I should punish you," he whispered, "for letting me leave in the first place."

"Maybe I want to be punished," she teased, barely able to speak the words.

He groaned--deep, guttural--and kissed her. Hard. The kind of kiss that bruised her lips and made her knees go weak. His hands gripped her hips, then slid lower, lifting her with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom, not once breaking the kiss.

He laid her down slowly, then stepped back to take in the sight. The dress came off in one slow, reverent pull, revealing the red lace--thin straps, soft cups, sheer paneling over her nipples. The panties hugged her perfectly, little ribbons tied at the sides.

"Fuck me," he murmured. "You wore this for me?"

She nodded, flushed.

"Then I'm going to make sure you feel how much I missed you. One orgasm for every day I was gone."

Her breath stuttered. "Four?"

His eyes darkened. "You think that's all I want? That's just how we're starting."

⸻

He knelt between her thighs, spreading them wide, slow, reverent. His hands slid up the insides of her legs, thumbs grazing the crease of her hips. He kissed along her inner thigh, then licked a soft stripe up the center of her panties. She whimpered. Already wet.

"These were a mistake," he growled, tugging the ribbons loose, peeling the lace away. "Don't wear panties next time I come home from a trip. I want access to you the second I walk in."

Before she could reply, his mouth was on her.

He took his time. Long, lazy strokes of his tongue. He lapped through her folds, circling her clit but never quite touching it, until she was arching, panting, fingers digging into the sheets.

"Ryan--please," she gasped.

He smiled against her. "Day one. I'm tasting what I missed."

Then he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked--hard. Her back bowed, thighs shaking. She came with a cry, her hips grinding into his mouth as he held her down and kept going, drawing it out, licking through every tremor.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening, eyes blown wide with need.

"One," he said, voice low. "You ready for the second?"

⸻

He slid up her body, kissing her mouth like he hadn't just devoured her, and settled between her legs. One hand trailed between them again--slow, skilled. Two fingers dipped into her heat and she gasped.

"Still so wet," he murmured. "God, I missed how tight you get around my fingers."

He curled them just right--pressing that spot deep inside that made her eyes roll back.

"Keep your legs open," he whispered against her throat. "Let me feel you come from the inside."

His thumb brushed her clit in perfect rhythm, every movement purposeful. Controlled. He watched her face--watched the way her mouth opened, eyes fluttering, every stuttered breath a thread pulling tighter.

"Look at me," he commanded. "I want to watch you fall apart."

She met his gaze, desperate and trembling, and he thrust his fingers deeper.

"Come," he growled. "Now."

She shattered. Her muscles locked, her whole body shaking around his fingers as she sobbed his name, thighs clenching, gasping through it.

He didn't move. Just held her through the aftershocks until her grip on his shoulders relaxed.

"Two," he whispered into her neck. "Still breathing?"

"Barely," she panted.

"Good."

⸻

He pulled her up into his lap, straddling his thighs, letting her feel how hard he still was through his sweats. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer until her soaked pussy pressed right against the bulge. He didn't move. Just held her there. Warm. Aching.

"You're not going to come from touch this time," he said. "You're going to come from what I say to you. You think you can do that?"

She nodded, but her voice failed her.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered.

"You," she breathed. "All of you. I want you to fill me up. I want to ride you until I can't move."

He gripped her tighter, grinding her gently against him.

"You'd take it all, wouldn't you?" he whispered. "Let me sit back and watch you fuck yourself on my cock. Hands on my chest, nails in my skin. You'd make yourself come all over me."

"Yes."

"And after you've made a mess," he growled, "I'd flip you over, slide back inside, and fuck you until your voice broke."

Her eyes fluttered.

"I'd ruin you, baby. Leave you shaking, crying, dripping down your thighs, and still begging for more."

She was trembling. Her body grinding down against him, slow, desperate friction.

"Say it," he growled. "Say you'd come for me right now."

"I'd come for you," she whispered. "I'm--Ryan--I'm gonna--"

"Let go."

She came again, hips grinding, face buried in his shoulder as her body rocked against him. No hands. Just his words.

⸻

By the time he laid her back down, she was slick, flushed, trembling.

"You've got one more in you," he murmured, pulling off his pants and boxers, pressing the head of his cock against her soaked entrance. "You going to take all of me, baby?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Please, I need it."

He slid in slowly, groaning as her body stretched around him.

"God, you're so tight. Always so tight for me."

He didn't rush. Just held her wrists above her head and fucked her--deep, slow, his hips rolling, angling until he hit that spot that made her whimper every time. Every stroke made her eyes roll back. Every thrust knocked the breath from her lungs.

"I love fucking you like this," he growled. "I love being inside you. Feeling you take me so deep, so full--"

"Ryan--oh my god--"

"I want you to come while I'm buried in you. I want to feel it. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes--yes, I'm so close--"

"Come for me."

And she did. Her orgasm hit hard, full-body, toes curling, moans turning into broken sobs as her nails dug into his arms. He groaned her name, thrusting deeper, harder, until he finally spilled inside her, coming with a long, low growl against her neck.

They collapsed together, panting, sticky, wrapped in each other. He didn't pull out. Just stayed there, buried inside her, holding her face like he'd been gone a year instead of four days.

"I should leave more often," he whispered, brushing sweat-damp hair from her eyes.

"Don't you dare," she murmured, breathless.

He smiled, kissed her jaw. "Okay. But next time you do let me go..." His voice dropped, dark and teasing. "You'd better be ready for a full week's worth of payback."

********

Their bodies were still tangled from before, skin damp, hearts beginning to settle--but not quite. Autumn lay half on top of him, her cheek against his chest, fingers drawing slow lines down his stomach. He hadn't moved from where he was buried inside her. Neither had wanted to let go just yet.

"I missed you," she whispered into his skin.

"I know," Ryan murmured, his voice low and warm. "I could feel it. Every time we called. Every moan you made for me..."

She flushed, smiling lazily as her fingers drifted lower, teasing the faint trail of hair beneath his navel. "You were so bossy."

He laughed softly, his hand coming up to run through her hair. "You liked it."

"I loved it." She shifted slightly, and he groaned--because he was still inside her, still hard, and the smallest movement made his body throb. "Sometimes I'd think about those calls and--" She paused, biting her lip.

"What?" he asked, already guiding her hips slowly.

"I'd imagine what it would've felt like if you were actually here. Saying those things in my ear. Telling me where to touch myself while you watched. But really doing it."

He groaned again, rolling her gently to her back, never slipping out. His eyes locked on hers.

"I thought about it too," he said, voice lower now, rougher. "Every time you came for me, I imagined how it would feel if I was the one making you. With my hands. My mouth. My cock."

She gasped as he thrust--slow and deep.

"Like this," he whispered.

Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, heels brushing down the backs of his thighs as he moved inside her. No rush. No edge. Just that sweet, aching rhythm.

"God, Ryan..."

He kissed her--slowly, lips brushing like a vow. "I wanted this so bad. Not just the way you sounded--" He thrust again. "But the way you look. The way your body moves. How you whisper my name when you're close."

"I love the way you talk to me," she breathed. "Even through the phone... you always knew exactly what I needed."

"I missed the way you fall apart for me," he murmured, voice thick. "You think I didn't replay that first FaceTime in my head over and over again? Imagining you squirming, legs shaking, begging me to let you come."

She moaned softly, her hands sliding up his back, nails dragging lightly. "That second one... when you told me to show you the mess I made..."

He growled into her neck, hips stuttering. "Baby, I almost booked an early flight that night."

She laughed, breathless, then gasped as he angled his hips just right. Her hands cupped his jaw, pulling his face to hers. Their noses brushed, foreheads pressed together as their breaths mingled.

"You feel so good," she whispered.

"So do you," he rasped. "So tight... so warm... I could stay inside you forever."

She trembled. "Then stay."

"I will."

His thrusts got slower, deeper--like he wanted to etch every second into memory. Every slide of skin. Every breath. Like he needed her to feel how much he'd missed her.

"You were always mine," he murmured, kissing along her jaw, her neck, the hollow of her throat. "Even when I was gone. You were mine."

"I am," she whispered. "I was yours before you even knew to ask."

That undid him. He groaned her name like a prayer, hips rocking harder now--not fast, just deep, steady, claiming. She clung to him, wrapped around him, crying softly into his shoulder as her body clenched around him again.

"I'm close," she whimpered.

"Me too, baby. Come with me. Let's do it together."

And they did. Bodies pressed tight, foreheads locked, they came together in slow waves--quiet, intense, grounding. Like the world outside didn't exist.

He held her after, still inside her, stroking her hair.

"I don't want to go another day without this again," she whispered.

"You won't," he promised. "From now on, I'm staying right here."

The room was still. No sounds except the faint hum of the city night outside the window, and their slow, steady breaths.

Ryan didn't move. Autumn lay beneath him, their legs still intertwined, his body nestled fully against hers--skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. They were both slick with sweat and satisfaction, flushed and exhausted and more at peace than either had been in days. Her hand was on his back, moving in slow circles. His head rested in the crook of her neck, lips brushing her collarbone every few seconds, like he couldn't help kissing her even in rest. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

They didn't need to. He shifted slightly, just enough to pull the covers up around them. The sheets were messy and warm, twisted around their legs, but they felt like home. Like safety. She sighed softly as his arm curled tighter around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

"I still can't believe you're here," she whispered.

He turned his face up to look at her, eyes soft, lids heavy with sleep. "I'm not going anywhere."

She smiled, brushing damp curls from his forehead. "You always say that."

"Because it's true." He leaned up just enough to kiss her shoulder. "No more four-day trips. No more watching you touch yourself through a screen when all I want is to be inside you."

A laugh escaped her, quiet and full of affection. "You liked watching me."

"I loved it," he murmured against her skin. "But nothing compares to this. To how you look right now. Wrecked and glowing and mine."

She blushed, tucking her face into his neck. "You're so sappy after sex."

He grinned, hand sliding up her spine in a lazy stroke. "Only with you."

They lay like that for a while--fingers trailing, chests rising and falling together, mouths occasionally meeting in slow, lazy kisses that didn't need to lead anywhere.

"You smell like jasmine," he murmured, nuzzling into her hair.

"I washed it before you got here."

"Of course you did," he said, eyes twinkling. "You always do when you're trying to drive me crazy."

"It worked?"

"You have no idea."

His hand slid down to rest on her hip, thumb tracing lazy circles on her bare skin. She tilted her head to look at him, brows lifting.

"What?"

He smiled. "Just memorizing you."

She softened, leaning forward to kiss him again--deeper this time. Slower. One of those kisses that said I missed you, and I know, and I never want to be without you again. When they broke apart, she pressed her forehead to his.

"I want to fall asleep like this."

"You will," he promised, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "I'm not letting go."

Her hand slid to his chest, fingers splaying over his heart. His pulse was slow and steady beneath her palm.

They didn't say I love you--not this time. They didn't have to. It was in the silence, in the warmth of the sheets, in the way they refused to stop touching each other. It was in every quiet breath they shared as they finally, slowly, began to drift to sleep. Tangled together. Still joined. Still home.