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Paige has grown to accept Dallas. Not love it. Accept it. It’s just become one of life’s many truths to her: she’s blonde, she’s good at basketball, she lives in Dallas. She’s gotten good at accepting truths over the course of her life. She accepted at three that her parents were divorcing. She accepted at sixteen that she was a lesbian. She accepted at nineteen that she was deeply and irrevocably in love with Azzi Fudd. And she had accepted at twenty-three, just three months ago, that her and Azzi were over.

It was a blowout. One she’s not proud of, but one she has accepted as the truth. They had been on-and-off their entire time at UConn and it was messy and juvenile and fun. Paige really did love her. She’s pretty sure Azzi loved her back, but she doesn’t know if that’s a truth, so she can’t accept it. Paige knows, though, that she really did love the time she had with the girl.

But then she got drafted to Dallas, and little fights became bigger with distance, and eventually she was standing in her apartment on the phone with Azzi in Virginia and yelling down the receiver at her that maybe things would be easier if they didn’t feel trapped with each other. And Azzi had yelled right back that she had agreed, that breaking up and going no contact was the best choice for them. Paige had just hung up the phone.

That last thing Azzi had said is not a truth, Paige doesn’t think. But she’s accepted it anyway. It’s now September, the Dallas heat mellowing out to something almost like autumn, and they haven’t spoken a single word since that last phone call in June. It hurts, but at the same time, Paige had known they were messy. She had known things weren’t going to always go well for them. It was only a matter of time before they had broken up again, even if it was for good.

It’s late. Paige’s curtains are drawn in her bedroom, but she’s certain they serve almost no purpose at this point. The sky is dark and hangs heavy with the weight of the nighttime. There’s no moon tonight. The street lights are artificial and hang below the level of her apartment. The only light in her room is that of her phone screen, shining TikToks at her as she scrolls to try to get herself tired enough to fall asleep. She has a game tomorrow that she’s nervous for. She knows she should shut the phone off, but she gets wound up like this sometimes. Distractions work better than rest when she’s like this.

She’s been laying in bed in silence for hours. She’s in her boxers and a ratty t-shirt, hair down and splayed across the pillow. Her lids are heavy despite the nerves swirling low in her stomach. She wants to fall asleep but knows she’s not tired enough to try, and so she allows herself to lay there in her slightly disgusting pajamas and continue to scroll on social media. She tries to manifest fatigue for herself as she does so.

Paige is joining an ASMR TikTok live when she hears it: a low, almost mechanical hum from the side. Paige perks up, confused. Her phone continues to shine light into her face. She looks out into her dark bedroom but sees nothing. It sounds almost like a muffled buzz, like something has been switched on. She looks to the side she hears it on. The only thing there is her nightstand, sandwiched between her mattress and the wall of her apartment.

She frowns. The buzzing doesn’t stop. She leans out and gropes into the darkness until she finds the string of her lamp, tugging on it. Light spills out and drenches her. She squints a little bit through it before leaning farther over to the side to see if she can sense where it’s coming from.

It really does sound like it’s from her nightstand. Which is odd, because she hasn’t used the drawer in months. The surface of the piece of furniture has been too cluttered for her to care about opening the drawer for a while. But it’s somewhat tidy right now, enough that she can open the drawer, and the weird humming is continuing.

Paige reaches out and tugs on the drawer. It gets stuck for a moment and she screws her face up, pulling harder. It gives and opens like a wide mouth. Within said mouth are many things she has gone months without: a package of cough drops, a few bracelets she doesn’t remember losing, a book she’s been looking for. And another item that she immediately clocks as the source of the buzzing, an item that makes her entire body flush.

It’s a vibrator. The one Azzi had bought her nearly a year ago, the one Paige had bought a duplicate of for Azzi. The one that is linked to an app on Azzi’s phone. Her mouth goes dry. Her face warms. Her ex-girlfriend is all the way in Storrs. Here, in Paige’s nightstand in Dallas, the vibrator she had bought her while they were dating is on.

It’s a soft pink Azzi had picked out for her. The shape of it is familiar, something Paige not only recognizes with her eyes but also immediately remembers the feeling of when it’s inside of her. She can feel herself start to sweat. Azzi is the only one with control of the vibrator. Her phone is the only one they had synced up to it. She turned it on. Paige reaches out towards the lamp again, scared, and turns it off. She plunges herself into darkness again. The vibrator doesn’t stop.

Paige’s first thought is to text her about it. Not to just hit the off button like a normal person, but to text her and ask her to turn it off herself. Or maybe asking why she had even turned it on in the first place is a better question. The question itself doesn’t really matter. She just wants an excuse to text Azzi, to break their no contact. She misses her a lot more than she’d like to admit.

Azzi was the one to break the no contact first, if Paige really is thinking about it. Turning on her vibrator has to be some form of communication. And if anything, it’s probably worse than just texting or calling her, because it’s honestly weird she still has the app and has it linked to Paige’s vibrator. Not that Paige doesn’t also still have the app with it still linked to Azzi’s. But she hasn’t gone around turning Azzi’s on.

So despite maybe her better judgement, still leaning over her ajar nightstand with her vibrator buzzing in the drawer, she texts Azzi. Her skin feels warm. Her breathing picks up a little bit. The vibrator stays making an even noise in front of her.

paige bueckers: azzi

Azzi answers immediately. Paige sits up in bed.

azzi fudd: call me

paige bueckers: are you sure?

azzi fudd: do u not want to?

paige bueckers: i do

Her hands are nearly shaking. With anticipation or with nerves, she doesn’t know, but she’s immediately moving to FaceTime Azzi either way. Adrenaline starts to jump under her skin. Her phone screen shines up at her as she clicks the button to call her. When it starts to ring in her hands, she feels her entire body start to hum, her want for sleep very quickly forgotten as she calls Azzi.

She accepts on the third ring. Her screen is black. Paige’s is, too, the night cloaking both of them. She sits there on her bed with her phone gripped in both hands and her eyes wide and her nightstand open and she looks at Azzi’s screen. They’re both silent. Paige waits for the other girl to say something. The buzz of the vibrator is the only sound between them. Her heart is quick in her chest.

Paige glances up from her phone and towards her nightstand. She can just barely make out the shape of the piece of furniture through the dark, the shape of the sex toy sitting within it blurry from where she is. Azzi is still silent. Paige faces the phone again. “Did you turn my vibrator on?”

Silence, for another few moments. Paige’s stomach is starting to twist and fold over itself in an expectant way that she might start dreading if Azzi doesn’t say something soon. “Yeah.” The word is dry, spoken easily over the speaker.

Paige blinks at her phone. “What the fuck?”

Azzi scoffs a little bit. Paige immediately hears the almost harsh edge to the sound. It catches itself on her body, winding her up a little further. She squeezes her legs together under the covers. “I thought you liked that one. I can turn it off if you really don’t want it, baby,” Azzi says, voice smooth and low.

The pet name pangs in a way that makes Paige hungrier. Her brows furrow a little bit. She feels hot between her legs. “Wait- Wait, wait. No, don’t turn it off. But- Okay, so it was on purpose?” Her voice turns a little desperate at the edges. She can hear it. She doesn’t really do anything to hide it.

Azzi goes quiet for a moment like she’s musing. Paige is getting hornier by the second and she thinks if her and Azzi hadn’t been this way all four years they spent together at UConn, she’d be terrified at the way the younger girl still had such a firm grip on her body. “If you want it to be on purpose, then yeah,” she eventually says, the edges of her words curling up with a low tease.

Paige’s brows furrow. “That’s not an answer, Azzi,” she nearly mumbles. It’s already somewhat needy.

Azzi’s response comes quick, sharp. “I don’t need to give you an answer. I’m giving you enough turning that shit on for you. Are you gonna sit here and try to fight with me, or are you gonna be good for me and use your toy?” And it immediately hits Paige’s cunt, legs squirming underneath her sheets, her abdomen clenching a little.

She looks at the vibrator in her drawer again, at the way it’s still buzzing, the way her body is starting to react to its motions and to Azzi’s voice. “I wasn’t- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just wondering,” she says. She’s already submitting. She’s already giving in, already wanting so badly.

Paige leans out of bed to grab the vibrator. The shaft of it is smooth, buzzing against her palm when she touches it, whole hand going a little fuzzy when she wraps her fingers around it to pick it up. “No, it’s fine.” Azzi’s voice is clipped. It’s stern. It’s punishing and Paige is already fighting the urge to whine at it, the wet spot in her boxers growing. “We can fight later. I’m busy now.” And then it stops vibrating.

Paige sits there in her bed, dumb, holding her no longer vibrating vibrator in one hand and Azzi’s black screen in the other. Something like desperation starts trying to claw itself up her, want and adrenaline pulsing through her and making her clit throb. “No, no, I’ll be good, please, I’ll be so good, please,” she says, voice quiet and almost hoarse.

Azzi tuts quietly over the phone. The vibrator is motionless in her hand still. Paige’s face twists up a little bit. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you’re being a little bit of a brat right now, Paige. I’m giving to you and you’re picking fights with me.” Paige’s grip tightens a little on the silicone in her hand.

She’d like to fight back. She’d like to think she still has the power to tell Azzi to give her what she wants or else. But she’s needy, and she hasn’t spoken to Azzi in months, and just hearing her voice as she scolds Paige has her so wet where she is in her bed. “No, please, I’ll be so good, I need it, please,” she says. Azzi is quiet for a few moments. “Mommy, please,” Paige whines.

She hears Azzi’s breath as she exhales softly into her phone. Paige tenses a little in the dark at the way it sounds like she’s giving in. “Okay. But you’re gonna be a good girl and do what I say, right?” Her voice is still low, but it’s almost a coo by the time she’s finished, and Paige tries not to squirm too hard at the way it already sounds like a praise.

“Yes, yes, please,” she breathes, looking down at the black screen of her phone with large eyes and parted lips. Azzi hums softly, the sound low as it slips through the speakers. Paige’s chest is quick to rise and fall as she breathes. They’re both quiet for a few moments. Paige’s body feels charged with want, but she waits for Azzi to say something to her.

The vibrator turns on again. Azzi hums again when Paige sucks in a soft gasp at the way the silicone starts moving in her grip, sending soft vibrations up her arm she desperately wants to feel somewhere else. The darkness makes it hard for her to make much of anything out, but she looks towards her hand and bites the inside of her cheek as she traces the shape of the toy with her gaze, vision a little fuzzy with her want.

“It’s on?” Paige hums an affirmative. The sound gets caught a little in her throat, turning slightly high pitched near its end. She hears Azzi laugh a little at this. The sound is low and teasing and makes Paige turn only hotter. “Are you wearing pants?”

She looks down at her legs despite the fact that they’re covered by her blankets and that she knows exactly what she’s wearing underneath them. The vibrator buzzes in her grip and she starts to kick the covers away just enough for her hips and thighs to be exposed, her legs pale shapes in the darkness. “Just boxers,” she says.

“Oh, good,” Azzi nearly purrs. Paige’s eyes threaten to flutter shut at the sound of her voice. Her clit is throbbing at this point, want running through her like the current of a winding river. It splashes up the sides and burns her from the inside out. “Don’t take them off. Put it on your clit through your boxers.”

Paige follows the directions because she’s nearly dizzy from want. She takes the baby pink vibrator and spreads her legs enough to find her clit with it through the dark. The pleasure comes immediately. “Oh,” she mumbles dumbly. The vibrations press into her bundle of nerves through the fabric and it immediately feels like relief.

Azzi hums a little bit. Just the sound of her voice makes Paige’s abdomen feel tighter, head tipping back into her headboard. She’s so, so warm, the buzz of the vibrator pressing against her heat and making her feel fuzzy. “Does it feel good?” Azzi’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure. It’s a sharp hit of goodness instead, her mouth tipping open to release a soft sound just at the sound of her talking to Paige.

“Yeah,” she breathes, voice bordering on a moan. She already feels so wound up. She’s only hooked up with a few girls since their break up and none of them had satisfied her. Neither had her own hand. To be here, back in Azzi’s control, even if it’s only over the phone, drags her easily into the depths of pleasure. The feeling suddenly heightens itself. A small moan slips past Paige’s lips. “Holy shit, did you jus’ turn it up?”

Her legs don’t feel attached to her body. She’s nearly gawking at her phone this point, eyelids already heavy and body buzzing with bliss. Azzi hums again. The sound gets Paige every time. “You can take it. You’re gonna be good for me, right?” Azzi’s stern again as she says it. Paige arches her back a little. Her hips tilt down and the vibrator only grinds farther against her clit, waves of pleasure ebbing easily though her.

“Yes, yeah, Imma be good,” she says. Her breathing is already getting heavy. She uses her hand to try to press it against herself harder. It’s hard to get the peak pleasure she knows she can through the fabric still covering her soaked pussy. “Can I-” She cuts herself off with a moan, body twitching a little bit.

“You can’t do anything unless I say. I want you to sit there with it on you through your boxers until I say. Got it?” Paige’s eyes shut. Her spine arches a little again, body drenched in a warmth she knows Azzi will take from her if she fights back.

The vibrator continues to buzz against her underwear. “Yes, mommy,” she mumbles, hips rolling a little to grind her clit against the silicone of the toy. She can hear the way she already sounds so gone, the way she’s so easily folded for Azzi and what she asks of Paige.

Her bedroom is dark around her. Everything is quiet except for the vibrator against her clit and the soft moans spilling from her mouth. Azzi is calm on the other side of the line, her voice even every time she speaks to Paige. It makes Paige feel dirtier. Hidden, doing something she shouldn’t be. The vibrator presses against her and she feels like she’s being lapped at by the tide, body floating. “It feels so good, huh?”

She moans a little. Azzi makes a quiet sound of approval at the noise. Paige grinds herself down against the toy in her hand again at it. “Yeah, it’s so good,” she says, voice breathy. The hand holding the phone is starting to tremble. She sets it down on the pillow next to her head, keeping the hand there against the pillows. She rolls her hips again.

“You just love that shit,” Azzi says. It’s almost cooed again, a seemingly sweet voice saying dirty things close to her ear. Paige just moans softly in response. She spends a few moments here, quietly letting the vibrator dig into her clit, body fuzzy with the pleasure that gently finds her and jolting every once in a while with a want for more of it.

Azzi gives into her after only a little bit of this. “You’ve been good. You can take your boxers off, baby,” she says, voice spilling out of the speakers and leaking over her pillowcase to sticky her skin like honey. Paige immediately moves her other hand down to push at the waistband of her underwear. Her movements are almost frantic, messy, body gone loose and stupid with pleasure.

She gets her boxers down to her knees and then opts to just kick them off, legs shuffling under the covers. “Thank you, mommy,” she says as she does this. When they’re off enough for her to be able to spread her legs again, she does so, immediately settling the tip of the vibrator against her clit again. The pleasure that finds her from this is heightened from what she felt before, a direct hit that curls itself in her abdomen like smoke. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she moans.

She knows she’s not going to last for very long. Azzi makes a soft sound into the receiver, one that makes Paige throw her head back into the pillows and arch her back a little as she continues to press the buzzing silicone into where she’s sensitive. “Is that better?” Azzi’s voice is low.

Paige’s body shudders a little bit. “Yes, yes, it’s so good, oh my fucking God, Azzi,” she moans. Her bare cunt feels so wet and warm as the air of her bedroom hits it while she continues to press her vibrator against herself. Her eyes flutter a little and her abs flex.

“You sound so good, you’re being so good for me,” Azzi praises. Paige whines a little, rutting her hips again. The hand not holding the toy moves out to find her sheets and fists them. Her grip is tight. So is her gut, though, as she’s worked so close to her orgasm that she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Nearly every exhale borders on a moan.

Azzi is quiet again on the other side of the phone. Paige thinks she can probably hear the wet buzz of the vibrator against herself, the way her folds are so soaked that even her clit is lubricated with her slick. She moans a little louder than any other noise she’s made tonight. Her body is nearly writhing. “‘m gonna- I’m gonna cum, I’m so close,” she gasps.

“How close?” The questioning is immediate. Paige can’t do anything but moan without speaking for a few moments, lower body nearly spasming with the promise of her orgasm so near. Release is right there, teasing the tight knot that has settled itself into her belly, and she chases it as she holds the vibrator to her clit. “Answer me, Paige.”

She moans again. She’s so close to the edge, body fuzzy and on fire, mouth agape. The darkness of her apartment smothers her, drenches her in a secretiveness that heightens every beat of pleasure that washes itself over her body. “‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna-”

Azzi cuts her off. “Take it off,” she says sharply. “Stop. Now. Take the vibrator off of yourself.” And even though it nearly hurts to do so, Paige immediately obliges. A soft cry tears itself from her throat at the loss of friction. Her pussy aches. Her abs contract again, lower body craving a release.

Paige holds the vibrator out to the side. She bites the inside of her cheek, brows knitting together. “Please let me touch myself, please, I’m so close, oh my God,” she babbles, words slurring a little. Her eyelids still feel heavy. Her body is both tired and buzzing with want, every inch of her skin flushed with the work of being so close to a release.

“Wait,” Azzi scolds, voice firm. Paige whines a little. She can feel her clit pulsing, puffy as it protrudes from its hood between her legs. She’s soaked with her own arousal, can feel her slick between her folds and climbing up to her clit and dripping down to her skin. “You can only cum when I say. Okay? You’re gonna be a good girl for me and only cum when mommy says?”

Paige’s entire face screws up. The vibrator is right there, still going, gripped tightly in her hand. Her pussy hurts from the sudden lack of attention. “Yes, okay, yes, I’ll be good, mommy,” she forces out, craving the orgasm she was so close to. Her leg twitches. Her mouth is still parted. She can’t get it to close, can’t stop herself from laying in bed and feeling useless as Azzi tells her what to do.

Azzi hums softly again. Paige’s stomach tightens impossibly. She blinks up at her ceiling through the dark and her eyes sting a little bit. “So good for me. You can touch yourself again, but tell me when you’re close,” Azzi says eventually. Paige wastes no time at all pressing the buzzing tip of the vibrator up against her clit.

Pleasure rips up through her like it’s tugged a zipper that runs along her body. She gasps out a moan, back arching off of the mattress again. “Holy shit, mommy, it’s so good,” she says, voice tight in her throat. Her toes curl. Her abdomen heats with the promise of an orgasm again. She feels dizzy with pleasure, floating on her mattress as she gets so close to the edge. “‘m close, ‘m close,” she gasps.

Azzi pauses for a moment, letting Paige soak up even more attention against her clit before she speaks. “Take it off,” she says firmly. Paige forces her hand away from her pussy. She whines, body spasming a little as her orgasm is torn away from her again. Her face scrunches again as pain ebbs through her right where bliss had just been softening her entire body.

Paige exhales and it shakes on the way out. Every inch of her feels so tight and wound up and Azzi keeps ripping release away from her right when it’s so close. Her eyes start to sting again and she feels them glass over, tears threatening to fall from them as she lays against her mattress with her vibrator buzzing uselessly in her hand as her clit throbs. “Good girl, Paige, you’re doing so good for me,” Azzi coos.

Paige makes a noise that’s a cross between a whimper and a grunt. “It hurts,” she breathes, her voice quiet and a little thick with the tears that are threatening to fall against her face. The heat between her legs is nearly blinding with all of its want, all of the ways her pussy is starting to spread its pain through her legs and abdomen and chest. “I wanna cum,” she whines quietly.

Azzi hums. Her voice is a little husky over the speaker. Paige squeezes her eyes shut further at the sound of it. “I know, baby.” She’s so close to sounding soft as she says it. Paige almost believes that she does feel bad for her, but there’s an edge to her voice, one she knows all too well. She’s having fun torturing Paige like this. “You can touch again,” she says.

Paige wordlessly presses the vibrator against herself again. A moan rips itself free from her mouth. Her hips shudder and start mindlessly rutting against the silicone. Her mouth falls open. She can’t speak, only chase the high she’s been promised so many times and had taken away just as many. It buzzes wetly against her. Her breathing is so quick she’s almost surprised she’s getting any air in, chest heaving and lips dry.

She doesn’t know when she had started crying, but she feels warm tears start to roll down the sides of her face, dripping off against the pillow. They leave salty streaks against her skin. She arches farther and her hips tilt to dip the vibrator deeper against her clit. “‘m gonna cum,” she forces out, voice tight, face wet.

“Take it off,” Azzi says. Paige chokes on a sob when she does so. Her cunt is weeping with her, precum soaking her between her legs, everything throbbing painfully and wet. She can’t move her legs. It hurts too badly. She just lays there on her mattress, crying, mouth parted as she shudders out breaths that hurt to take.

“Please,” she begs. It’s so quiet she thinks the buzz of the vibrator might drown it out. But Azzi makes a soft noise at hearing it, a small tone of acknowledgement that Paige clings to. “I need it, mommy, please let me cum, please,” she says. Her tears make her voice thick. Her chest shudders with each breath because it brings with it another sharp wave of pain echoing from her cunt and another warm tear streaking down the side of her face.

Her abdomen feels like something molten. Azzi has forced her to leave herself hot for too long and now every inch of her skin is burning below her waist, gut on fire. “Oh, baby. So worked up, huh?” Paige whines at the question. She thinks she hears Azzi laugh a little and it sends another pang through her pussy. She inhales and it shakes with the wetness of her tears. “You can touch again.”

Paige moves to set the vibrator against herself again. She sobs at the relief, body still not able to protect her from the fact that she knows Azzi will tear it away from her again. She’s shaking before she’s even cumming. Her clit is swollen against the toy, eyes swollen with her tears. She moans more than she breathes. She doesn’t feel in control of herself anymore.

The familiar edge starts to press itself low into her abdomen quickly. Her spine arches and it hurts because of how good it feels to angle her hips that way against the vibrator. “I’m gonna fucking cum,” she chokes out. Her voice sounds so desperate. She doesn’t care to be ashamed. She just cares about chasing that release, body so wound up and shuddering.

Azzi coos a little at her over the phone. “You can cum, baby. Go cum all over yourself like a good girl. Make a mess,” she says, and her words are all Paige needs. She feels the white-hot tension of her entire body trying to curl in on itself right before her orgasm and then the release of being given it. Another sob rips itself out of her. Her ribcage opens.

“Oh my God,” she moans. She feels herself spilling out against her mattress, the warm and wet heat of her cum dripping from her slit as she releases against the toy on her. It courses through her harshly. She feels it in every inch of herself. More tears fall down her face. She can’t stop them, body shaking at the mercy of Azzi.

Azzi lets her ride out her orgasm in silence for a while. Paige’s body is so grateful to feel a release that she almost can’t breathe with it. It’s a lot of choked moans, a lot of jolting and curling and winding and stretching, a lot of Paige trying to say something and being unable to get her mouth to form the shapes necessary. The darkness of her apartment shoves itself down her throat and cakes against her eyes. She’s blinded, both by the lack of light and by the ecstasy that has dragged itself deep within her.

It starts to hurt after a little. The shaking in her legs gets worse. She whines a little to Azzi and then pulls the vibrator away from herself, turning her head to look towards her phone. Her hair is wet where her tears have been able to reach it. “Are you done?” Paige hums a slightly broken affirmative into the receiver. Azzi is quiet for a moment. “Do you still have the app for mine?”

Paige screws her face up a little bit again. “Yeah,” she breathes. Azzi hums a little. It sounds satisfied. Paige’s legs shudder a little again. Her skin prickles with chill now that the warmth of her orgasm is washing away from her.

“Good girl, Paige,” Azzi says. Paige’s eyes flutter a little at the praise. It tries to echo itself within her abdomen, but she’s so overstimulated that the pang of it just hurts when it reaches her cunt. She hears shifting from Azzi over the phone, the sound of something rustling and of weight shifting. “I want you to open it up and turn mine on. And I want you to fuck yourself with me right now.”

Paige’s eyes shut at this. “Azzi,” she breathes, voice tight. She can already feel herself winding up a little at the words and the way her voice is so low and sultry as she speaks them to Paige. Another bite of pain between her legs, like pressing against a bruise. She likes it. “Mommy, I can’t, it’s gonna hurt.” She’s turning to grab her phone and open the app anyway as she says it. The vibrator stays in one hand.

Azzi makes a noise of disapproval. Paige squints as her phone splashes more light over her than Azzi’s dark screen had as the app loads open on her phone. “You can take it. You said you would be good for me, you can take it,” she says. Her voice is firm again. And even though Paige knows her body will ache with it both now and when she wakes up, she’s already accepted that she stands no chance against Azzi. She’s going to give in.

She turns on Azzi’s vibrator through the app. She thinks she can hear the buzz of it through the call, can hear a soft laugh of something almost like delight from Azzi when she does so. She opens back up their call to soften the amount of light in her room again. “Good,” she says quietly. Paige’s hand curls a little around the pillow case her phone is resting on without having even been touched again. “Start fucking yourself. Put it in, baby,” she says.

Paige fights the urge to whine at the words. She looks down at the hand not already fisting her sheets, at the one holding her vibrator. The movements of it echo up her arm and make her body feel like jelly. She shuts her eyes, brows drawing together a little. “Okay,” she mumbles, and then she’s moving her hand between her thighs, skin there already sticky and muscles there already jittering, chest swelling a little with Azzi’s presence through the phone.

She presses the tip of it against her entrance. The vibrations immediately turn wetter against her slick, the sound of it filthy in the air. A soft moan slips into her mouth and she tries too late to swallow it. Her pussy is aching with stimulation, but her abdomen aches with the want for more, for her to press the shape all the way inside of herself and listen as Azzi does the same over the phone.

Paige pushes it a little farther into herself. She feels the stretch of it, feels the way her walls are warm and tight and the toy buzzes within her. Her head thrashes a little to the side, facing her phone. She can hear Azzi make a soft noise through the speaker and the low hum of her own vibrator. Paige mimics the sound herself as she continues the slow press of the toy inside of her.

She already knows that, whatever this orgasm looks like, the journey towards it won’t last very long. She’s already moaning as she adjusts to the feeling of having something inside of her and listening to Azzi’s breath hitch and release a little over the phone as she very clearly does the same thing. “Azzi,” she mumbles dumbly. The word wavers a little on its way out of her mouth.

Azzi exhales into the receiver. It comes out a little shaky. Paige’s brows knit a little at the sound, expression shifting as her mouth parts and her body warms itself with pleasure again at the feeling of the vibrator inside of her. “I know,” Azzi says, voice slightly drawn with the beginning of a moan. Paige makes a small whining noise. “Feels good, huh?”

“Yes,” she breathes. She pushes it farther within her and then pulls it out a little, starting a slow rhythm of pumping it in and out of herself. The fullness and the vibrations drag up against her walls and smooth pleasure into her entire body. She shudders a little at the feeling. “Holy shit, oh my God, mommy,” she moans, pushing it into herself again.

Azzi hums. It’s breathy and light, a sound of pleasure. Paige mimics it. The toy slips easily in and out of her, lubricated with her cum. Her legs won’t stop twitching. Her abdomen is wound tight. “Fuck, Paige,” Azzi says, voice pitched slightly up. Paige angles her head closer to her phone. She can hear the wet sound of something pulling in and out of Azzi’s clearly soaked cunt. It’s so filthy and erotic that she can’t help but clench a little around the toy inside of her, eyes rolling back a little.

Words stop spilling between them for a while. They’re replaced by noises, by soft moans and buzzing and the wet sounds of sex. The rhythm Paige has built up for herself quickens easily, warmth spreading through her where she pumps pleasure into herself. Her body feels like a candle with a lit wick. She’s hot and oozing and writhing a little on her mattress, body dripping.

The sounds Azzi makes as she fucks herself leave Paige so close to tipping over into her release. They’re quiet but still make Paige make similar ones. The speaker crackles a little with their shared pleasure. “Oh my God, Azzi, ‘m so close,” she forces out as she continues to fuck herself. Azzi moans a little in response. Paige’s head tips back farther into the pillows, neck cramping a little, face screwing up as her motions become sloppier and more desperate.

“Me too, fuck, Paige,” she rasps, voice a little muffled but still so needy. Paige likes it like this. She likes it when she gives into Azzi, but she also likes it when they’re both unraveling, both of them desperate and moaning as they get off. Her body hums with a raw pleasure she doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of.

Her breathing speeds up. The knot in her abdomen draws itself tighter, the buzz of the vibrator fighting to let it release. Paige’s hands are shaking and each exhale is a moan. “‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, I can’t, I have to cum,” she says, and more tears are collecting at the corners of her eyes. She fists her sheets again. Her hips roll without her permission, spine aching to move with the waves of bliss trying to push through the contractions of her abdomen.

She thinks Azzi might deny her the release again, might push her to hold off for longer until she’s crying and begging again, but the younger girl just offers her a breathy moan through the speakers. “I’m right there, I’m gonna cum, too,” she says. Paige’s face screws up further. She feels like she’s fraying at the edges, like it will only take one tug at a loose seam for her to come completely undone and spill out onto her mattress and vibrator. A strangled cry rips itself from her throat. “Cum, Paige, let go,” Azzi breathes.

Paige does just that. “Fuck,” she says, probably too loudly. It draws itself out into a quiet whimper as her entire body tenses with her orgasm. It’s somehow even sharper than the previous one, more desperate, Azzi still moaning close to her ear through the phone. Paige continues to fuck herself through the high of cumming and feels the way the toy between her legs becomes impossibly wetter. The sound of it pumping in and out of her is almost disgusting and her spine won’t come undone from the arch it’s settled itself into.

“Paige, baby,” Azzi gasps, and then Paige can hear her cumming, too. A guttural moan strips itself from her chest. Paige groans a little at the sound of it, her own hand still working. Her body is spasming with pleasure, breath hitching and releasing, legs shaking against the mattress. Her eyes squeeze shut. 

She lets herself believe, as she’s still cumming on her vibrator, that it’s Azzi fucking it into her, that the speaker is really the raw heat of her mouth and that the sounds aren’t traveling thousands of miles to get to her. That it’s Paige’s actions getting Azzi to moan like that. She keeps shuddering with the rocking goodness of her orgasm.

Paige slowly pulls it out of herself when the pleasure gives way to an ache harder to ignore than the one Azzi had just forced her through. Her legs shake a little at the loss, a harsh exhale pressing itself out of her chest. “Holy shit,” she mumbles into the quiet between them, raising the toy a little to hit the power button. She thinks she hears Azzi laugh softly. The sound of it shakes a little with her uneven breathing.

She shuts it off and carelessly reaches up to set it on her headboard. And she knows that she’s sticky between her legs, knows that there’s probably a wet spot on her sheets where she’s just been laying, but she can’t get herself to care through the fatigue that has found her. She hears Azzi’s vibrator turn off just moments after her own. And then they’re just laying there, the night choking them out, the only sound their breathing.

Paige is so tired. So much more tired than she had been before Azzi had called. She rolls over onto her stomach where the bed is clean. Sighs into her pillow, feels her body sink into her mattress and her tangled blankets. Her lids are heavy and start to sink over her eyes.