Ferus grabbed Trever and hurried him toward the laboratory. “Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll get you when it’s safe. And take this.” Ferus handed Trever the information chip from Roan’s datapad. “Hide it.”
Excerpt from Jude Watson's The Last of the Jedi Book 7 - Secret Weapon
Summary: First time reader and Alex are a part. You miss him.
Warning: phone sex, mutual masturbation, teasing
Note: This is the Alex, Reader dynamic from Being a Good Friend.
Alex was away on assignment. This was the first time you were apart as a couple. You missed him and even how he could sometimes act like an asshole. Though he was mellowing, you definitely brought out his sweeter side. Though, sometimes he could still be mean to anyone who wasn’t you, Juliet or David or now even Rose.
It was day three of him on his week away. The story was awesome, juicy as he said. He was able to really sink his teeth into it. His editor was going to love it. You were sure you would too.
But right now, you were tossing and turning. You missed be cuddled up to him, even if sometimes it was his back. He tended to be restless in his sleep occasionally if he wasn’t stealing a blanket or two.
You grabbed your phone and eyed the phone. You blinked and realized it was three in the morning. You sighed heavily.
Against your better judgement, you opened your phone and looked at some selfies the two of you too, some he took to surprise you. You reread some old texts between the two of you. That was your big mistake.
Your heart began to speed up when you did. He could be such a naughty thing. Biting your bottom like you, decided to call. He may even be up working on his story.
You heard some shuffling. “Baby, are you ok?” You could practically see his auburn hair messy from his sleep and as he rubbed an eye in order try and wake up.
“I am. I was hoping you’d be awake working on your story.”
You heard him sigh, probably rolling onto his back. “I was,” There was a pause probably looking at the clock. “Maybe a hour ago, maybe a little more.”
“Oh damn. Sorry.”
“Its ok. I love hearing from my girl.”
You beamed and flushed, how he managed to do both was his secret weapon against you.
“She missed you lots.”
“Even though you don’t have to steal any blanket’s back?” His voice becoming clearer as he chuckled.
“Yes.” You swallowed. “I miss feeling you beside me. It’s just not the same.”
“Oh do you.” His voice now dipped into that playful tone that only he could do. You were done for before anything else even needed to be said between the two of you.
“Yes, damn you. You have me addicted.”
A part of you felt bad, you shouldn’t done this. You remembered how one day, when you were both talking late into the night and sharing your deepest and darkest secrets he had confessed you, that when he had gone through a horribly dry spell and was well tired of trying to meet someone decent and had long since grown tired of one night stands, he had grown very fond of calling sex hot lines. The writer in him was able imagine a lot.
Though his wallet and hand grew tired of it, he kept it up since the part that was well lonely needed it. Eventually, the costs had become too much and he had stoped.
You hoped this wouldn’t rekindle some compulsion.
“Baby? Baby did you only call to tease and fall asleep.” He was awake now.
“What oh..no! Just thinking of you.”
“Oh ok.” He snickered. “I had said dramatically, you are just addicted to what’s between my legs not my brain.” He laughed loudly and deeply at his own joke.
But he got you. Now you had visions of him and your want for him pulled you hard in your gut.
“Alex you are horrible.” You said exasperated, you hoped you didn’t sound breathless. He wouldn’t know if you pulled up on his t-shirt you were wearing.
“Tell me, I’m wrong then.” He paused. He was smirking and you knew it. “You’re thinking of me and what I’d do if I was there.”
“Yes, damn you.”
He chuckled, but it stopped almost as soon as it began. “Are you wearing just my t-shirt or my t-shirt and a pair of your panties so that great ass of yours doesn’t get cold?”
You grew even more breathless and now even a little wet. Well damn, just hearing him made you wet. It had been a very long three days.
“How did you know?”
“Because I know I am not there to keep that ass warm. With my hands or my body as I hold you.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, baby wouldn’t it be nice if I was there.” He gently teased.
“Yes, I miss you.”
“I miss you, too baby.” You heard him move around before he spoke again. “I’d have you cuddled up to me but with your ass against me.”
“Oh?” Your heart thudded faster, harder.
“Yes.” He purred. “I’d reach around and cup you. I’d want to feel how wet I made your panties by just being there.”
“I’d like that.”
“Then do it for me baby. Cup yourself and tell me, am I making you wet?”
“Alex.” You whimpered.
“Do it.”
You gave a strangled sigh. Your pulse felt harder and fast there. The cotton was wet all the way through. “You made very wet.” You admitted.
“As I should.” He snickered, it was a delightfully evil sound. “Slip your hand in baby.”
“But Alex.”
“What? I’d do it if I was there.”
A soft gasp and moan came from you. You had not realized just how sensitive you were.
“How does that feel baby? Can you imagine my fingers just barely touching you? They would be teasing you like I enjoy doing.”
“Yes.” You could barely say even that.
He gave his own strangled sigh. It was electric, you made your own sound in response to it. “Baby, you can tell I just removed my cock from my boxers?”
You made a deep sound and nodded. “Yes.” You breathed.
“I wish these were my fingers I have wrapped around myself.”
“Oh Alex.” You grew wetter.
“I am so hard for you baby. But you know what? I’d just let you feel it pressed up against you. I’d want you to first cum against my fingers as I’d tease and rub at you.”
“Alex please.” You pleaded.
“What are you being my good girl and touching yourself? Are you wishing, wanting my fingers?”
You swallowed hard barely not choking on the air you forced into your lungs. “I am.”
“Then do it. Move your fingers I want to hear you baby.”
“Ok.” Your voice was weak with your need for him.
You were barely able to keep your phone balanced on your shoulder as you gave yourself up to touching yourself. Your eyes closed as you imagined him.
“That’s it. Yes.” You heard him encourage. His own was breathless. “So wet for me baby. Don’t want. Do it faster. I want to slide my cock so badly into you why you are still shuddering from what my fingers have done.”
You arched up from your bed, and moaning louder you came hard. A breath later and you collapsed, and was a panting mess on your bed. The sheets under you a wrinkled mess.
With your other hand that trembled in the after glow brought your phone back to your ear. You could hear his own sounds and you loved it.
“Yes, Alex you’re inside. Mmm, you feel so good.” You couldn’t resist you did reach down, and slid in two fingers. Wasn’t even close to how his two fingers or even his cock would feel but it still felt damn good.
“Yes.” He called out and you heard as he choked on his pleasure. The bed he was on squeaked. You worried distracted at what kind of place the paper put him up at. But just the you heard him, his panting as he tried to regain his breath and voice the idea floated away.
“Baby, oh baby.” He sighed. “I can’t wait to wrap myself around you.” His voice a little calmer.
“Me too.” You rolled over to get comfortable and pulled your blanket back around you.
“I’m coming home tomorrow. So you had better watch out. Wear one of your cute little skirts. I may not want to wait till we are home.”
You choked then.
And he chuckled. “Yes, that’s right baby. I finished early, I will be home tomorrow after noon.”
Was it bad, you got excited all over again. “I can’t wait.” Your voice you hoped didn’t portray your excitement, you knew distantly you both needed sleep now even more so.
“Now baby, pull those wonderful fingers back. I’d be licking them if I were there. You need your sleep.”
“But Alex.” You pouted.
“You know I’m right baby. And it will make you enjoy my cock all the more.” He chuckled.
“You are killing me Alex Law.” You said desperately.
“You love it. Now go to sleep.”
“Ok. Good night.”
“Good night, baby.”
And with a smile on your face, you ended the call and fell asleep not long after.
Hello. Even though you don’t have a mouth, I offer you a sandwich. Do with it what you will.
Pure takes the gracious offering. It is warmer than the surrounding objects, so they elect to wear it as a hat for the time being. It’s rather comfortable, especially as they leave the sheltered insides of the black egg. The temperature continues to drop.
