A/N: This is inspired by the #Olitz yoga session we got Friday - with my own tweaks.
And because this has happened before: If you don't like Terry fics then great. Awesome for you. But go read something else and don't be a bitch about it - negative reviews (constructive criticism not included) will be deleted.
Intentions
"You do realise a couple thousand people watching us, right?"
Kerry's attention fell to her phone and the banner running across the top - alerting her to his text message. Biting her lip, she struggled to keep a straight face as she took a deep breath. It was hard to act innocent after sending that photo to him - in the middle of their livestream no less when everyone thought she was only readjusting her iPad. Of course Tony had reacted. The smirk that had crossed his face had been brief, but one glance at the comment section told her that it hadn't gone unnoticed. Neither had his quickly typed response. Oh if only they knew.
Fighting the urge to smile once again, she stood - ready to lead her viewers into a new pose. Not before typing a quick reply, though.
"Yep."
His response was almost immediate and she had to fight the urge to look at her phone. Just a few more poses…
"Namaste." She grinned as she ended their session - ready to take whatever questions were going to be thrown their way. And boy were there more than a few questions.
"So then is there a reason you're sending me pictures of your breasts?"
She laughed aloud after reading that message, her cheeks hurting as she grinned. As much as she loved her daily sessions with her fans, she was glad that this one had finally ended.
"Because I'm horny."
His response was almost immediate - the grey ellipses popping up on her screen a half-second after she sent that response.
"And what do you expect me to do about that?"
Biting her lip, she carefully considered her next text.
"I'm sure you can get away with texting me for a few minutes. Since you're doing yoga and all…"
"Exactly. Doing yoga. Not sexting my horny girlfriend."
"Ha!" She couldn't help the laugh that escaped. He was playing hard to get, but she knew as well as anyone else that he was anything but. Glancing around the intimate, private backyard, she tugged at her tank - pulling the white fabric up and over her head. Another, more recent, picture was soon on its way.
"Jesus Christ Kerry."
"Talk to me and I'll show you more."
"And what would you like me to say?"
She frowned - thinking of her next request. There were a lot of things she'd love to hear Tony say. It had been months since she'd seen him in person - fucking quarantine.
"Tell me what you'd do to me if you were here right now."
"I'd tear off that bra that's hiding those nice fucking tits from me, for one."
Swallowing, a low moan in the back of her throat, she typed her response:
"Then what?"
"Put you on your knees because you know that's where you belong.
Make you suck my cock while you're only allowed to graze your fingertips over your clit."
"You'd make me tease myself?
That's not nice."
"Yeah because I know you'd be dripping for me by the time I'm ready to fuck you."
Shaking her head and using her arms to push her breasts together, she took another picture. His response brought another grin to her lips.
"What's not nice is sending me pictures that aren't showing me shit."
"You have to earn them."
"You're testing my patience."
"It's a shame you're on the other side of the country and can't do anything about it."
Fingers hovering over the keyboard, she hastily typed her second thought before he could respond.
"How are you going to discipline me when you finally visit?"
"I'm going to bend you over the kitchen table and spank your ass…"
The typing stopped for a moment and she knew that had everything to do with the photo she had just sent - her bra now having joined her tank. That, of course, still wasn't enough for him - not with her arm strategically placed across her breasts.
"More."
Smirking, she replied:
"Keep going."
A blush covered her cheeks at his x-rated response - the man knew how to make her squirm.
"I'll make you beg to suck my cock and fuck your face.
Gag you until you can't take it anymore.
Then you'll beg me to eat your pussy because you love how my beard feels between your thighs."
Holding her phone out in front of her body, she snapped another quick photo - her arm having moved, but still providing strategic covering.
"That's more like it, but I want to see more next time."
Biting her lip, her fingers flew across her phone's keyboard.
"Are you hard?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you're sitting in that room all alone unable to move because of that boner I gave you…
Show me?"
She didn't have to wait long before her phone was going off again. Hitting the message app, she moaned at the photo he had sent her - his shorts tossed to his side and a spectacular view of his lap with nothing but his biker shorts on. The tight fabric wasn't hiding anything.
"Fuck Tony. Do you wish I was there?"
"If you were, I'd already have my cock down your throat."
She held her phone out again, snapping another photo for him - her arm out of the photo this time.
"You look so fucking good, Ker."
Smirking, she snapped another photo as her hand rested on her breast, pinching her hardening nipple between two fingers.
"So you're touching yourself then? Show me how wet you are."
"I think you should show me your cock first."
"Kerry, it's the middle of the day. I'm not home alone. I can't just pull my dick out."
"Looked like you were pretty alone in that room earlier…
Come on, baby. Please? I'll spread myself for you.
Baby?
I didn't make you mad, did I?
Please talk to me."
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"Jesus, Tony."
"Now show me how wet your fingers are and then spread your legs."
Kerry jumped when her phone rang - the device vibrating on her knee as 'Lover' played through the speakers. She didn't even need to look at the screen to know that it was him thanks to that ringtone she'd picked with him in mind. Still, her eyes wandered just to see his name "Tony" pop up across the picture of them. They stood in front of her pool - his arms wrapped around her as his chin rested against her natural curls. She was grinning wide because it was the first time they'd seen each other in weeks and his first time meeting her best friend. Even Tony had that goofy grin she loved.
She didn't answer the phone right away - allowing the ringtone to play out and forcing him to wait; teasing him. She knew he'd get impatient. Just before the call was sent to voicemail, she tapped her thumb on the green phone icon and put it on speaker, setting the device on her belly as she reclined in the warm grass - the summer sun heating her skin.
"Hi." Her voice was soft and she tried to keep an innocent tone - like she hadn't just interrupted his day (and their livestream) because she was horny.
"You really are testing my patience." Tony's own voice was a quiet rumble. She knew he was trying to keep it down, not wanting her to hear what he was saying. He probably had the door closed, but the walls weren't exactly soundproof.
"Maybe I'm just really looking forward to you discipling me when you finally make it here."
"You're certainly on the right track."
God she loved the way his voice rumbled deep in his chest when he was talking dirty.
"Good. But, you know, I thought you weren't alone enough to talk to me?"
"I made it work - since I can't leave with my dick hard and all."
She grinned. Those shorts he had on weren't going to hide anything. She should know - she'd not only bought them for him, but she'd gotten him hard plenty of times right when he walked through the door after a workout.
"Well, how about you stroke your cock while you listen to me touch myself, hm?"
Tony cursed, his breathless fuck still reaching her ear. There was some light clinking, followed by shuffling on his end of the line - he was probably shimming out of those shorts.
"Tell me what you're doing to yourself."
"What do you want me to be doing to myself?"
A low rumble came through the speaker and she bit her lower lip.
"I want you to touch your clit - but do it gently. Just graze your fingertip over it in slow circles."
Kerry's hand snaked down between her legs - her clothes having already been removed when she'd sent those last pictures - and she allowed her middle finger to slowly stroke her clit, just barely touching. The sensation was quick to send jolts of electricity through the nerves in her groin, trailing down, down, down her legs and into the bottoms of her feet and the tips of her toes.
Fuck.
A while back, she'd told him how just barely touching her clit made her body react and he'd used that knowledge when he wanted to tease her or draw out how long it took her to cum - sometimes making her do it and other times doing it himself. But either way, it always made the nerves throughout her body buzz with energy. And if she did it long enough, her orgasm tended to mimic a fucking electrical explosion that left her feeling pleasantly drained.
Her gasp must have tipped him off that she was obeying his command because he made a low noise into the speaker and she shivered.
"Mmm."
"Are you touching yourself, baby?" she asked, her voice breathy from the intense, gentle touches to her clit.
"Yes."
Kerry imagined her man sitting on the floor, slightly slumped back against a wall, his head tipped to the side as he held his phone between his ear and shoulder - shorts pushed down just enough to have his cock out so he could stroke it. Maybe his shirt was pulled up to expose his stomach a little, too, revealing hard, defined abs. Fuck, she could just see his belly hair and she imagined her fingers threading through it as she sucked his dick - her nose pressed into the hair on his groin as she deepthroated every inch of his cock.
"Show me? Please?"
After a bit of shuffling on his side, her phone buzzed on her stomach and she grabbed it.
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It turned out she was correct in her assumptions of how he was positioned and how he had his clothes - plus the added bonus of seeing his hand around his thick cock, a bead of precum right on the tip. Kerry's mouth watered at the sight and her pussy clenched around nothing.
"Fuck, Tony. I can't wait to see you. In person."
"Yeah? And what do you want me to do when I get there?"
She could already feel her legs trembling from the light touches to her clit - that familiar feeling of electricity bundling at the bottom of her feet as if something was calling it there. She was getting close.
"I want you to fuck me. To take me hard and …mmmm….make me scream your name so the neighbours know you're here."
Kerry gasped and Tony immediately made another noise on his end, one that almost sounded like a possessive growl.
"Mark up my neck, my chest, my shoulders, just like you —" she gasped again before releasing a breathy moan, " —just like you love to do. So I have to cover up for the next three, fuck, three weeks just to hide it all to avoid the questions."
"Fuck. I bet you're trembling right now, aren't you?" His voice was low and husky. It sounded just like it did whenever he spoke in her ear while taking her.
"Yes. I'm so close."
"Mmm. I always take care of you, don't I? I do everything you love - satisfy all your little kinks. Pull your hair, bite your throat while you scratch and claw at me. You've given me scars, Ker. Are you proud of that?"
"Fuck yes I am," she breathed.
"Tell me why. I want to hear it."
"Because that means I've left my mark on you and it proves you're mine." She didn't mean for it to come out so possessive, but fuck it.
"Fuck, baby. You know I'm yours just as much as you're mine."
She could hear how breathless he was getting.
"No one will ever fucking touch you because I'd kill them before they could."
Oh, God, she was so close to skydiving right over the edge, just a little more —
"Cum for me, Ker."
"Oh, fuck, Tony —"
Kerry couldn't stop the loud moan that erupted from her throat, her back arching as her middle finger became shaky with its slow, grazing movements against her clit. Though she never stopped. Her cunt was pulsing, clenching around nothing just as everything from the waist down and knees up was entirely too sensitive from how intense her orgasm was. Both legs were trembling more than usual while electricity surged through her entire body. She found herself chanting his name, the two-syllable word coming out breathlessly while her eyes closed tightly.
"I wanna hear you, baby. Please. Please let me hear you."
Tony cursed beneath his breath again. He was never one to moan or groan or grunt very loudly, always keeping himself quiet in that regard because that's just how he was, but it was usually loud enough that it added to everything they did. Besides, he was a dirty talker, and that was where most of his noise came from.
"Quiet," he ordered, and she tried to keep the noises that escaped her throat down while also trying to calm her breathing. Tony's phone was switched to speaker and lowered to be near his cock. She could only tell that was the case because she could still hear his breathing quite clearly—heavy exhales and hisses of air paired with quiet moans—as he stroked himself. And his stroking wasn't quiet, either; she could hear the slight sound of wetness from his precum lubricating his dick as he touched himself, probably mixed with saliva in an attempt to mimic how her mouth would feel. Though it wouldn't be anywhere near the same. It wasn't loud, but it was enough to drive her crazy, and she so badly wanted to touch herself again. But it was all way too sensitive at the moment, her clit tingling and throbbing between her legs.
But the noises he made grew slightly louder - soft moans that rumbled from his chest, and she knew he was getting close. Kerry took the chance to switch her phone off speaker and brought it to her ear. Speaking quietly to him, her tone low and just barely above a whisper, she said:
"You sound so good, baby. So fucking hot. I wish I could see you right now. Will you show me how good you look after you cum?"
He didn't reply, but she knew he was listening.
"I want to see your cum all over your stomach when you finish. I want to see how your body looks - still in your workout clothes. Wanna see how red your face is from touching yourself while thinking of me and listening to me. All while at risk of getting caught."
"Fuck," he groaned. "I'm going to cum."
She barely heard it since his voice was so quiet - she so badly wished he was here. With her. Home.
"Cum for me. Please. I wanna hear you cum. You always sound so fucking sexy."
The sound of his moan as he came was like music to her ears and Kerry arched her back, resisting the urge to try to touch herself all over again because she knew it wouldn't be pleasant yet. But soon enough, all that was left from his end was his heavy breathing as he tried to regain himself. And Kerry wanted nothing more than to be there with him so she could lick every drop of cum clean off his skin.
"I have to go," he said quietly. "I miss you."
"Okay. I miss you. I love you."
"I love you, too."
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When her phone buzzed from her stomach again, she opened it - noticing the lock screen said she had a picture from Tony. When she saw what it was, it nearly had her moaning. He hadn't held out on sharing what he looked like at all. His shorts shoved down to his knees, his head resting against the white wall and a curl flopped over his forehead. His shirt was pulled up to his chest, just beneath his pectorals, and revealed the dark hair that covered his stomach. He still had his hand around his cock - seeming to have taken the picture right after he came since he was still hard in it - and there was some cum on his fist, as well as a couple strings of it on his stomach.
And he'd included his face.
Fuck.
He was looking right at the camera - those blue eyes intense and contrasting with the tint of red that covered his skin.
Well, it was only fair that he received the same in return, right?
Right?
Kerry grinned when she snapped the photo - outright laughing at his response.
"Damnit Kerry."