my professor, my obsession || cillian murphy

chapter twenty three

"I miss you so much," I sighed, the ache in my chest palpable as I spoke.

His response came, tinged with a hint of wistfulness, "I wish I were with you right now" A faint chuckle followed, though it lacked its usual cheerfulness.

"How's your brother?" he asked, shifting the focus. "Is he holding up okay?"

A smile tugged at my lips despite the heaviness in my heart. "Yeah, he's a trooper," I replied with a sense of pride.

"And your parents?" This question carried a weight I couldn't ignore, building up emotions I'd been trying to suppress.

I let out a weary sigh, my shoulders slumping. "Let's not talk about them right now," I murmured, my voice laden with exhaustion. "It's been a rough day..."

"Mm, well okay," he spoke softly. "Why are you still awake at this hour?" His now playful tone brought a smile to my lips. "It's nearly 1am."

I couldn't help but laugh softly. "I could ask you the same question," I retorted, amusement lacing my words.

"I'm thinking about you," he confessed, his voice deepening with desire. The effect was immediate, sending a shiver down my spine. "So...What are you wearing?" he teased, his voice dripping with seduction.

I couldn't suppress the grin that spread across my face. "Just some pajamas," I admitted, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

"What kind of pajamas?" he pressed further, his voice huskier now, fueling the growing tension between us.

"Boxers," I replied, drawing out the word with a playful tone, savoring the anticipation. "Nothing underneath," I added, letting the implication hang in the air, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "And a tank top," I continued, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Nothing underneath that either."

His response was a deep exhale, filled with desire, his question dripping with innuendo. "Absolutely nothing?" he questioned, his voice thick with lust.

"Absolutely nothing," I confirmed, a surge of excitement coursing through me as I imagined his reaction. I licked my lips involuntarily, savoring the intensity of our conversation. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his presence beside me, the heat between us growing with each passing moment. "I wish you were here," I mumbled, not meaning to kill the vibe, but I missed him so much, it was a terrible feeling. "It's not fair–"

"Shhhhh, don't worry about that," he whispered, "just close your eyes, Clementine, and let's play a little game together." His voice dripped with sensual menace, something I hadn't heard from him before. It was the perfect distraction.

"Mmm, okay," I mumbled, my eyes fluttering shut. I imagined him here with me, his hot body pressed up against mine while he kissed me.

"Are you prepared to give me your undivided attention, Clementine?" His voice, smooth as silk and dripping with seduction, pulled me deeper into the allure of our shared desire.

"Yes," I breathed, the words barely audible as I whispered, "I'm all yours, Cillian." With a deliberate motion, my hand traced a path down my torso, slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers.

He moaned softly. "Say that again," he urged, his voice lowering to a husky growl that sent a thrill coursing through my veins. "Say it," he demanded.

"I'm all yours," I repeated, the words a soft confession coated with lust, "Cillian."

A low groan escaped him on the other end of the line, followed by a ragged exhale that echoed the hunger burning within us both. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he murmured, his voice thick with longing.

Arching my back, I surrendered to the sensations coursing through me, my fingers tracing delicate patterns of pleasure along my skin as I envisioned Cillian's touch igniting every inch of my body.

"Are you touching yourself?" I asked, the breath catching in my throat the more intense the pleasure got.

"Mmm," he hummed in affirmation, his voice laced with desire, "I'm envisioning you, my body against yours, no clothing to seperate us," he confessed in a whisper.

"I can taste you, Cillian," I moaned softly, the words a fervent declaration of longing as I savored the imagined sensation of his lips against mine. "I can feel you," I said breathlessly, a testament to the consuming passion that bound us together, even when we're miles and miles away from each other. .

"Mmhmm," his voice murmured, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "Your body, Clementine, I crave it endlessly," he confessed, his words dripping with longing as they flowed through the phone line. A soft groan escaped him, a testament to the depth of his desire. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

I hesitated for a moment, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. Gathering my courage, I whispered back, "I want you to explore every inch of me, I want you inside of me, your lips on mine," I spoke, a soft moan escaping me as the arousal surged within me, igniting every nerve ending in my body. The sound of Cillian's breaths, his groans, his whispered pleas, enveloped me in a whirlwind of sensation.

His response was a low growl, filled with primal hunger. "Keep touching yourself," he demanded. "Imagine it's my hands on you," his voice dropping to a husky whisper. I let out another moan as the feeling got more intense.

As I continued to touch myself, the sensations grew more intense, every caress sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I described each movement to him in vivid detail, painting a picture of desire with my words.

"You're like a drug, Clementine," he said to me with heavy breaths, "so addicting," he added in a murmur, intensifying the heat of arousal pooling between my thighs. With each whispered confession and shared fantasy, the distance between us seemed to fade away, replaced by a shared ecstasy.

"Cillian," I moaned his name, my eyes still closed, imagining him feeling me up, touching me in all the right places.

His raw, primal moan echoed through the phone, sending a surge of arousal coursing through me. "Fuck," he groaned, the word heavy with desire and need. "You make me feel so good."

Encouraged by his words, I let my hands roam further, more intense, more aggressive, exploring the sensitive flesh between my thighs. "I'm so wet for you," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

His response was a desperate growl of need, spurring me on as I gave in completely to the pleasure coursing through me. The sound of his voice intoxicated me, intensifying the sensations as I continued to explore my own body.

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice a husky whisper.

"I want it," I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "I need you to take me there."

He let out a primal moan of desire as he urged me on, his words fueling the flames of passion between us. In the heat of the moment, there was no room for hesitation or restraint, only the overwhelming need to lose ourselves in each other completely. With each thrust of my hand, each whispered plea, I drew closer to the edge.

The closer I got, my breaths grew heavier, punctuated by soft moans escaping my lips. "Mmm, my favorite sound," he purred. I let out one last moan of pleasure before reaching my peak. "Keep going," I heard him whisper, "don't stop."

At last, I finished, my head falling back in exhaustion as I released deep breaths of satisfaction. He soon followed, a gentle chuckle escaping him.

"Best phone call I've ever had," he teased, eliciting a smile from me.

"Fuck yeah," I concurred, my breath still ragged.

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I mean come on. I had to throw in some phone sex.