Sext and the City

My alarm rings and I roll over to find his side of the bed already empty. It’s 7am on a Monday, and I know Liam has been at work for at least an hour now. I don’t know how he does it. 

I pull off the covers, stretching in the soft morning light spilling across my apartment. I force myself to sit up, and a shiver runs down my spine when my bare feet touch the floor on the side of my bed. I need to get ready for work, but I’m still exhausted and it’s the last thing I want to do.

I shuffle toward the kitchen, following the lingering smell of freshly brewed espresso Liam left waiting for me on the counter. It’s cooled down now, saving me a step when I make it into an iced oat milk latte. 

I tap my phone screen and yawn. I’m only half awake, but my thumb’s already hovering over Liam’s name in my messages. I immediately start typing a text message.

Me: Good morning, workaholic. Don’t forget you have a girlfriend who misses you. 😘

It’s been days since we spent more than ten minutes together without work interrupting. His promotion at Ridgewell Design is a big deal and I couldn’t be more proud, but I miss him. Liam has become a ghost with good hair and unread text notifications.

My phone buzzes. He replied.

Liam: Good morning, gorgeous. You’re impossible to forget. ❤️

I smile like an idiot while sipping my latte through a glass straw.

Me: Then why do you go to work and leave me oh, so lonely? 🥺

I hope he can read the playfulness in my text. He knows I love to tease him. 

Liam: You’re the reason I’m powering through these blueprints. 💪

Me: Then maybe I should stop texting. I don’t want to interfere with greatness.

Liam: Don’t you dare. I need my daily Emma boost to get through the day.

I blush and smile even harder. I wish I could spend all day in bed texting him, but I am an adult with an adult job. An adult job I will be late for if I don’t start getting ready soon.

Once I’m finally dressed and sitting at my desk, I snap a quick selfie and send it to Liam, hoping he’ll reply with a selfie of his own. Unfortunately lunch comes and goes, and eventually the afternoon, with no reply.

I’m packing my things to leave for the day when my phone buzzes. I see Liam’s name on the notification and immediately reach for it, eager to see his reply.

Liam: Sorry. Busy day. Still in the office. Don’t wait for me for dinner.

I sigh. 

Me: No worries. I’ll leave food in the fridge for you. Don’t stay too late. 

I try my best to shake off my disappointment when I stop for takeout on the way home. I ate dinner alone every night last week. And this week is turning out to be no different. I debate waiting for him to eat dinner regardless of what he said, but I am too hungry and too tired. 

I watch Gossip Girl reruns and eat my low mien on the couch before bed. I am half asleep when Liam finally climbs into bed with me. I half open my eyes and see the clock on my beside table reads 11:15.  Did he have a chance to eat? Warmth emanates from his body as he pulls me closer, wrapping me in his arms and intoxicating me with the lingering scent of his sandalwood and leather cologne as we fall asleep. 

The next afternoon, my client is explaining her brand’s “vibrational aesthetic” for the fourth time when my phone buzzes on the table beside me. 

It’s Liam.

Liam: Bored out of my skull. All these guys in suits talking about automatic window systems like it’s jazz night. Save me. 🙏

My client is so engrossed in their own speech, I doubt she notices I am looking at my phone, so I type quickly.

 

Me: If I were there, I’d be under the conference table doing unspeakable things to you right now. 😈

 

Three dots appear. Liam is typing… then they vanish. Then again. My heart is racing.

“Emma, what are your thoughts on the campaign’s design?” my client asks, forcing me to pay attention at the same exact moment Liam’s reply finally arrives.

“Well,” I begin, clearing my throat, “Your target demographic has responded positively to previous campaigns with similar characteristics, so I don’t see why this campaign would be much different.”

Once my client goes back to talking about herself, I am finally able to look at my phone again. 

Liam: Dangerous woman. That visual’s going to ruin the next half hour of this meeting.

Me: There’s plenty more where that came from 😉

I put my phone away and nod as if I’m deeply moved by the campaign’s proposed color palette, but really I’m just picturing Liam with flushed cheeks in a conference room, unable to get me out of his head.

The rest of my afternoon is uneventful, making it hard for me to stop checking my phone every few minutes to see if Liam replied. I debate sending him another selfie—a full body one this time—to see if that gets his attention, but I stop myself. 

I fell in love with Liam because of his work ethic, and it’s not fair for me to distract him at work just when he finally got promoted to a position he’s always wanted. 

I sigh. 

He’ll text me when he has time. And we’ll spend time together over the weekend. I’m sure of it. 

Wednesday rolls around, and I still haven’t seen much of Liam. We cuddled in bed for what seemed like a mere few hours before it was time for him to get up for work again. 

I head to the kitten for my usual morning coffee, and see that Liam left a note alongside my usual espresso. It says, “I love you a latte,” written in blue ink, followed by a winky face and a heart on the side. 

I feel myself blush and I smile from ear to ear. 

I make my usual iced latte and take a selfie with it and send it to Liam.

Me: I just want to ‘espresso’ my gratitude for the coffee! ☕

We might be corny, but I love that about us. Unfortunately, it only makes me miss him more.

My morning is swamped with client meeting after client meeting until lunchtime. When I sit down to scarf down my sandwich, I realize I am exhausted and need another cup of coffee—which reminds me of Liam.

Me: What’s the penalty for daydreaming about your girlfriend at work? 🤔

Liam: Arousal. Zero regret. Deep longing. 😮💨

Me: I’m not wearing any underwear.

Liam: Penalty now includes loss of focus and the need to excuse myself from this meeting.

He sends a picture of his desk with a sticky note that reads: “2 p.m. — Think about Emma not wearing any underwear.”

 

I don’t stop smiling for the next hour. 

When I finally get home, the apartment feels too quiet.

I curl up on the couch in a blanket and eat leftover Thai from a paper container. Liam is still at the office. I grab my phone.

Me: Remember when we used to cuddle after work? If my memory serves me right, kisses were always involved.

Liam: I remember the kisses. Especially the ones on my neck.

Me: What about the ones in… other areas? 

Liam: You’re evil 😫 I’m still at my desk. There are people around.

Me: You could always sneak away. I’m wearing the red tank top you like and nothing else.

I’m not. I’m wearing an old hoodie and sweats. I feel a little bad teasing him, but I miss him. 

Liam: Send me a picture, I want to see you in all your sexy glory 😍

My heart starts racing and I jump off the couch. I need to change immediately.

It takes me a whole five minutes to find the red tank top I was talking about, and another 10 minutes to touch up my makeup. 

I put a timer on my phone camera and snap a few pictures of me kneeling on top of the bed. I purposely angle the camera so my thighs and ass are the main focus. Then I take a few selfies, making sure the red tank top’s plunging neckline leaves my breasts on full display. 

I send them all to Liam.

The text bubble shows up on my phone. Dot. Dot. Dot. It disappears. Then it shows up again.

I stare at my phone for a full minute. Nothing. 

 

Just when I start getting frustrated Liam is going to leave me on read, my phone rings. Liam wants to FaceTime.

 

“Hello,” I reply, pretending to be casual.

There are dark circles underneath Liam’s dark eyes. His hair is disheveled and his usual clean-shaven face has a light stubble starting to grow along his chiseled jawline. He may be tired, but his eyes are sparkling and he’s flashing his killer, megawatt smile. Tired or not, Liam is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.

“Hey, there,” he says, raising his eyebrows playfully. “Are you going to tease me all night or are you going to finally show me what I’m missing?”

My face gets hot. “Come home and I’ll show you.”

Liam groans. “I have a few more hours left at work,” he sighs. “But a little sneak peak might help motivate me to work faster,” he says and winks, flirting again.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll come home and make up for lost time. I’m sure you know what I mean,” Liam says.

He’s right. There are more than a few things he could do to make up for lost time, and the mere thought of them ignites a heat between my legs.

“Oh, yeah?” I bite my lip.

“I promise,” Liam replies, flashing me his killer smile—a smile that can convince me to do just about anything.

“What would you like me to show you?” I ask, trying my best to act nonchalant and coy.

 

“Play with yourself. I want to see you.”

 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I set up my phone on my dresser and sit on the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to touch myself like this?” I ask while running my fingers down my chest.

“I want you to be naughty for me,” Liam says, his voice hoarse.

I take one of my breasts in each hand and massage them through the thin fabric of the shirt. “Only if you’re naughty back. I want to see you, too.”

“Fuck, okay,” he answers nervously. He puts his phone down for a few seconds, and when he picks it back up, he angles it towards his thick cock.

Liam starts stroking his shaft while I bite my lip and massage my boobs, slowly pinching and twisting my nipples. I wish he were next to me so I could stroke his dick myself and feel it grow between my fingers. 

I run my hands up and down my thighs, slowly building up the anticipation. I pull on the strings of my thong and let them go abruptly so they make a slapping sound against my bare skin. 

“I wish you were touching me like this,” I breathe, lightly touching myself between my legs through the lace of my thong.

 

I move my fingers up and down, never losing sight of Liam’s rock hard cock through the camera.

 

“I wish I was inside you right now,” he says.

“What would you do to me?”

“I would rip your shirt off, and slip one finger inside you, then another,” Liam responds, his voice hoarse and ragged.

“Like this?” I ask, taking my shirt off to expose my bare breasts underneath. Then I put my finger in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva before opening my legs wide and slipping it inside.

My legs tingle from the pleasure as I pump in and out of myself with one hand while tugging on my breasts with the other. 

“Put the other one in now,” Liam orders.

 

I pump in and out of myself a few more times, unwilling to stop feeling the delicious intensity for a single moment.

 

When I finally slip a second finger inside me, I let out a low moan. Out of the corner of my eye I see Liam is stroking himself harder, faster. I do the same.

I’m breathing hard and shallow now. My pussy is so wet and swollen with desire, but it is not enough. I slip a third finger inside and use my other hand to trace circles around my clit.

“Do you like it when I do this?” I ask, barely able to get the words out.

“I love it, baby,” he replies, “Keep doing that.”

The heat between my legs intensifies as I climb higher and higher. I don’t want the sensation to end but I can’t hold back any longer. My legs shake and close on themselves as I climax and a sweet release washes over me, making my toes curl.

 

I open my eyes just in time to see Liam finishing, hot cum exploding from the tip of his dick onto his hand.

 

“Why are you so good to me?” Liam asks once he comes back to his senses. A sly, satisfied smile is plastered on his face.

“Because I want you to come home already,” I respond.

Liam frowns. “I’m sorry, babe. I know it’s been super busy and we haven’t been able to spend much time together, but this project is almost done.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

He sighs. “It’s not, I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

We stay on the phone a little longer before Liam has to get back to work. Our little FaceTime session set him back half an hour or so, but he reassured me it was worth it. I hope it was. When Liam finally gets home, we are both too tired to actually do anything. He kisses me on the lips and we go right to sleep.

The next morning, my phone buzzes before my alarm.

Liam: Wish I was still lying in bed next to you. 🥰

I grin into my pillow.

Me: If you were here, I’d crawl on top of you.

Liam: Don’t say that. I’ve got a meeting in 5 minutes and now I can’t stand up. 😫

Me: I’d help with that. Thoroughly. 😈

Pause.

Liam: Last night was fun, but I still miss you like crazy. ❤️

Me: I miss your hands. Your mouth. Your 3 a.m. cereal cravings. 😭

Liam: I want your lips on me 💋

Me: God, same.

Liam: Let’s go on a date tomorrow. What good is my new job if I can’t take my girlfriend out? 😘

I spend the rest of the day in useless meetings that could have been an email. The only thing keeping me motivated through the day is thinking about my date with Liam and what I should wear. 

Liam works late again, but this time I am preoccupied with looking through my entire closet trying to find the perfect outfit.

Me: Still alive over there, Mr. Architect? Or have the blueprints absorbed you completely?

It’s finally Friday, 6:34 p.m., and Liam is still not home.

I’m done getting ready for our date, and I pour a glass of wine and stretch out on the couch, phone in hand.

Liam: Still alive. Barely. Thinking about our date and what I’m going to do to you after 😈

Me: Oh, yeah? And what is that?

 

Liam: I can’t disclose all the details, but it involves whipped cream and my face between your legs 😝

 

A heat starts to form between my legs.

Me: Tell me more.

Liam: Nope 😊You’re going to have to wait until after dinner.

I don’t get a chance to respond before Liam sends another text.

Liam: Leaving now. God help whoever tries to stop me.

Twenty minutes later, I hear Liam’s keys jingling at the door.

“Emma?” he calls out.

I’m standing in the living room in a tight mini skirt and a white button down—unbuttoned, of course—and stilettos. 

 

The look on his face when he sees me? Worth every lonely minute.

 

“I see you’re ready for dinner,” he says, his eyes running up and down the entire length of my body.

He lets his bag fall. I step toward him, slide his tie off and wrap it around my hand.

“I’m always ready for anything,” I tease, giving his ear a playful nibble.

“I was going to wait until after dinner, but I don’t think that’s possible anymore,” he says, giving my ass a squeeze.

I kiss his neck and a soft moan escapes his lips. “Are you sure?” I ask. “I thought you’d be starving by now.”

 

Liam buries his face in my hair. “I am starving. I haven’t been able to taste you in so long.”

 

I pull away to look up at him. His eyes are sparkling and his mouth is curved into a sly, mischievous grin. The way he’s looking at me, like I am a cool glass of water in the middle of the lonely desert, stirs something in my stomach and between my legs.

“Did you bring the whipped cream?” I ask. “You promised.”

Liam laughs. “Of course I brought it.” He walks over to his work bag and pulls out a bright red can of Reddi Wip. 

The next few seconds are a blur. His shirt ends up on the floor. Then my shirt. Then our self-control. Liam’s lips are all over me and everywhere at once.

 

His hands roam my body desperately, and before I know it, we are on our couch, completely naked and gasping for air.

 

Liam opens the can of Reddi Wip, throwing the cap behind him carelessly. He sprays a dollop of delicious whipping cream into my ready and open mouth, then draws a line from my collarbone down to my pelvis. The sensation of the cool cream against my skin gives me goosebumps and I shiver.

 

He uses his free hand to spread my legs open and sprays a generous amount of whipped cream between them, specifically on my mound near my clit. 

 

He makes eye contact with me, holding my gaze for a few seconds. Just when I start becoming desperate for his touch, he kisses me on the lips. His tongue explores the inside of my mouth and his hands cup my breasts. 

I completely forget about the whipped cream until Liam’s mouth leaves mine and his tongue is gently licking it off my skin. The sensation sends a shiver down my back, causing the hair on my neck to stand up.

Liam is taking his time—making the anticipation borderline agonizing. I can feel my wetness start to trickle down to my butt. But Liam doesn’t care. His tongue has only reached the area between my breasts, and he deviates from the whipped cream to take one of my nipples in his mouth. He bites it, tugging on it with his teeth while he rubs his thumb over my other nipple. Then he alternates.

Soon his tongue is moving quickly down my stomach, and just before he reaches my pussy, he stops. He lifts up his face, looks me dead in the eyes, and lowers his jaw.

 

Without breaking eye contact, he starts roaming my labia—lapping up every last drop of my juices and whipped cream.

 

My arches from the pleasure and a moan escapes my lips.

I feel Liam’s tongue on the base of my vagina, and he slowly moves it up until the tip passes over my clit. He does this again and again. He speeds up and my toes start to curl. My nipples are tight and perky. 

I am desperate for more, but I am so close to cumming with just his tongue.

My legs start to shake but Liam puts one hand on either thigh and keeps them open. He suddenly pulls away, leaving me breathless and panting. 

Liam flips me over and spanks me. He tugs my hair gently back, exposing my neck to him. He kisses my neck and sucks on it hard enough to leave a hickey, but I don’t care—I’m too far gone. 

 

Soon he’s straddling me, and without wasting another second, he enters me without spreading my legs. 

 

My skin stretches against the thickness of his dick and my back arches backwards from the pleasure. He runs his fingers down my back, massaging me while giving me time to adjust to his girth. 

Liam starts thrusting in and out of me. He starts off with small movements, letting me feel the fullness of his dick inside me and pulling out very slightly. Each of his thrusts builds momentum and rhythm, and soon his primal instincts take over and he’s pushing himself harder and faster into me.

Liam leans forward, putting his weight on me while I am lying face down on the couch.

 

He’s in complete control, allowing me to do nothing except enjoy the sensation of having him fill me up. 

 

He starts kissing the back of my neck as he slams into me, sending me into complete overdrive. My instinct is to reach out and touch him, but I can barely move, which only intensifies the pleasure.

Liam goes into a frenzy, ramming himself into me as if his life depends on it. I feel myself climb higher and higher until the ecstasy is so unbearable it overwhelms me. My entire body shudders and shakes, my legs quiver and a surreal euphoria spreads through every cell of my being.

Liam keeps going. He’s pumping in and out of me so hard I’m moving slightly off the couch. Then, just before he’s done, he pulls out. Seconds later I feel his hot cum fall over the small of my back and my ass cheeks.

Our bodies are sticky and covered in sweat, but Liam lies on top of me while we catch our breath. 

“I missed you,” he finally says after a few moments.

“I missed you, too.”

He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Now that we’ve had dessert, I’m ready for the main course.”

I flip over and stare at him blankly.

“Dinner,” he says. “We can still make our reservations if we hurry.”

And we do. 

Twenty minutes later, we are sitting at our favorite restaurant ordering appetizers.

Liam reaches over across the table and grabs my hand. “Look at us—spending a night out like normal people.” 

A giggle escapes my lips, and just as I am about to reply with something clever, my phone pings. 

I have a new text message. It’s from Liam.

Liam: I’m ready for round two if you are 😉