After Everything

HARDIN*

This is re-upload of the pervious chapter as some of you say it isnt loading... beware smut!

"You know kid, me and your mum wasn't interrogating you."

"it felt liked it" Auden replied with a lot of attitude, may i add.

Now i understand when my mother used to say "watch your tone" or "lose the attitude" because i cant bear to sit here, talking to my son whilst he responds to me like how i once used to.

"Listen, Auden." I begin. "I know something is happening with you and you dont want to admit it but you have to tell me... you dont need to tell you mother but i need to know whats happening to you because i cant sit here knowing your in danger but your refusing to tell us."

"Promise me your not going to be mad"

"i cant promise such things" I reply back, knowing that my anger issues may be apparent depending on the situation

"Fine." Auden says and rolls his eyes. "I know who crashed us."

"What?" I say shocked and confused... this possibly cant be true. He tells me all the details before having to get another scan.

I pick my phone and call Tess, i need her right now.

"Hey babe" Tess greets me on call.

"Hey Tess, can you do me a favour."

"Yeah, what is it that you need?"

"Can you touch yourself," I murmur, quickly scanning the room to ensure no one else is listening in on our private talk.

"What? No." Tess spoke in hushed tones.

"Yes."

"I'm not going to do it... here. I'm sure Em will hear me."

"No, she's not going to. Make it happen. I can tell you want to. Just lie back on the bed, close your eyes, and spread your legs," I suggest calmly. My words come over as a full-on command, as silky as they are.

"But, I—"

"Go ahead and do it." Okay, now that you've accepted," i say without waiting for Tess to say anything else. "Tell me when you're down to your underwear.... Are you still with me?" I'm curious.

"Yes, I'm getting ready."

"Stop second-guessing yourself. After that, you'll thank me."

Tessa's gasp confirms that she has followed my instructions. I can see her laying on the bed with her legs spread wide.

I grunt, trying to ignore the blood going straight to my dick. "I wish I was watching you," I groan.

"Do you like it when you're watching me?" She lets out a gasp as she speaks.

"Fuck yeah I do. And I can tell you enjoy being observed."

"It's the same way you enjoy it when I pull your hair."

My hand instinctively moves between my legs. My mind is filled with images of her writhing beneath my tongue, her fingers tugging at my hair as she whispers my name, and I press my palm against my stomach. Tessa is the only one who can make me work so hard in such a short amount of time.

Her moans are hushed, very hushed. She requires more motivation.

"Tess, move your fingers in a circle quicker, faster. Imagine I'm there, it's me, and my fingers are circling you, making you feel so fucking amazing, compelling you to come," I add quietly so no patients or physicians hear me.

"Oh my," she sighs and moans once more.

"My tongue, too, sweetheart, whirling across your skin, my naughty lips crushed against you, sucking, biting, toying with you." I pull my hospital gown up over my head and softly massage myself. I close my eyes and concentrate on her pleats, murmurs, and gentle pants.

"Do what I'm doing—touch yourself," she says softly, and I see her back arching off the mattress as she enjoys herself.

I mutter, "Already am," and she whimpers.

Tessa begs, "Talk to me again." I fucking adore how she insists on hearing nasty things all the time.

"I want to reposition you on the bed and make love to you, hard and fast, so passionately that you scream my name as I drive deeper and deeper into you—"

"I'm..." she mumbles, her voice low in her throat. Her breath is caught in her throat.

"Come on, sweetie, take a deep breath and let go. I'd like to hear from you." When I hear her approaching, quiet whimpers and whines as she nibbles into the cushion or mattress, I come to a halt. I have no idea, but the sight pushes me over the edge, and I scream her name in a choked groan into my boxers.

For seconds or minutes, I can't tell, our synchronised breathing is the only sound on the line.

"That was...," she begins panting and gasping for air.

As I struggle to catch my breath, my chest rises and falls. "Yeah."

"Give me a second." She guffaws. "And here I thought we'd done pretty much everything," she adds with a gentle smile tugging at the edges of my mouth.

"Oh, I've got lots more things I want to do to you. To do them, though, we must be in the same location." I turn on the speakerphone and check my hand from the front and back. The crash caused some minor cuts and bruises on my hand and now after touching my self, my hand has gone stiff.

"Cant wait for you to come home." She tells me, and just before i respond with 'i cant wait either' she begins talking again. "...And slide your finger inside of me or suck my nipples and massage them or fucking me.. without a condom."

"Fuck, Tess." I moan "Your giving me a hard-on."

"But youre not complaing though" Tessa states. "Touch yourself."

"I already did."

"Do it again... imagine its me caressing it, sucking on it whilst you come inside of me"

I pump some moisturiser on my hand that was in the bag Tess dropped off this morning and just like a few minutes ago, my hand makes way to my cock, i begin sliding it back and forth imagine its Tessa's mouth, the way her tongue glides over it.

"I fucking love you."