I wait impatiently for his response.
#Jerk: Let me take care of your needs. Nobody has to know. It can remain our secret. Maybe you need to just release and you’ll feel different about the whole situation.
Now I am completely lost, so I dial his number and he picks up immediately.
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re smart. . . . What part of having a mind-blowing orgasm don’t you understand?”
Did he just say mind-blowing orgasm???
“Are you talking about phone sex? I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, you’re in Vegas . . . and did I mention already that it’s probably not a good idea?”
“It doesn’t matter where I am. I’m right here, talking to just you, Presley. Get comfortable.”
I laugh nervously. “How? I’m pregnant.”
“Sorry, I meant naked.”
Shit. It just got real. And why am I peeling off my clothes at his command? Maybe he is right, this could be our little secret. It’s only phone sex, no physical touching involved.
“If I have to get comfortable, then so must you.”
“I already am . . . naked, that is.”
My palms start to sweat and I focus on his uneven breaths as I close my eyes and listen intently. My body has betrayed me, reacting with pleasure even in my uncomfortable state.
Phone sex is something I’ve never dabbled in. When Jason went off on trips, the only sexual interactions between us were quick ‘I’m horny so I’ll jerk off when we hang up and catch you later’ types of calls.
This was unfamiliar, nerve-wracking . . . yet incredibly hot.
“Relax,” he whispers calmly. “It’s just you and me. But I’m warning you, I don’t play fair and this will be over real quick.”
Kitty, sitting on her high horse, is laughing at the Jerk, extending her hand, and saying, “Challenge accepted.” He doesn’t play fair? Well then neither will she. He wants it to be over real quick; she will finish this in the blink of an eye.
“I don’t play fair either, Haden. I’m assuming your cock is out and hard as a rock. I’m also guessing that this is driving you insane, and as we’ve been speaking, you’ve been stroking it gently, trying to control the mind-blowing orgasm you’re about to have.”
His silence only confirms what I’ve just said.
“So, what if I were to tell you that I’ve been lying here, pussy soaked and throbbing, thinking about how your hand moves slowly from your shaft up to the tip of your cock as your back arches and your eyes close feverishly with pleasure? Tell me, what would you do next?”
A low grumble escapes his throat. “I’d tell you that all I can think about is how fucking wet your pussy is and how I never got to taste it. How my tongue wants to slide all over your clit and suck it till you beg me to fuck you.”
Dammit! He got me.
I squeeze my legs to contain the persistent throb, to no avail. My arms weaken
and the tingling sensation spreading throughout my body intensifies. Shit, this is torture. My hands don’t reach that area comfortably, and when they do, I am mortified at the amount of bush forming and blush in embarrassment. Talk about a distraction! Thank God he can’t see it!
Shit, where was I?
“I wouldn’t beg you to fuck me, I can see how desperate you are. It’s all you’ve been thinking about . . .”
His moan deepens. “Tell me now how fucking wet you are again.”
“Soaking wet. . . .” I moan, rubbing my fingers across my swollen clit. I gasp unwillingly at the heightened arousal. “You’ve got me so wet that I can’t stop thinking about how perfect your cock would feel inside me right now.”
My eyes are closed, and I allow those words to escape without thinking.