He's Always on His Phone

I've been with Jack for five years now, and lately it feels like he's there but not really. Every time we try to get intimate, his phone is buzzing, pinging him away from me. Last night was the last straw. We were in bed and I could see the glow of his screen through my lashes. He said he had work stuff to check. So I did something I never thought I'd do. While he wasn't looking, I grabbed the damn thing and put it out of reach. 'What are you doing?' he asked, reaching for it like a junkie craving a fix. But I knew what I wanted. I moved over him, straddling his hips, and looked into his eyes. 'You're not going anywhere,' I said, pushing my body against his. His hands were still trying to grab the phone but they eventually left when our skin made contact. I positioned myself above him, slowly sliding onto his hard length as he gave in. The sensation was electric; hot and wet friction that made us both groan out loud. It wasn't about passion this time. It was about control, reclaiming what feels like it's slipping away. But even as I rode him with a purpose, the phone lying forgotten on the floor didn't stop me from feeling the loneliness seep back in once we finished.