“Yes. I just climbed under the covers.”
“I want you to touch yourself. First, rub your tits until your nipples are hard, and then run your hand down to see if that soft, pink pussy is we
t.” Just the thought of her doing it has me rubbing my cock over my jeans. I hear her let out a soft moan and it is my undoing. “Talk to me, baby, tell me what you’re doing?”
“I pulled down my strapless dress and started rubbing my nipples. It feels so good, but I wish it was you.”
Fuck, I wish it were me too. I’d have those nipples wet from my mouth already. “Just close your eyes and pretend it’s me. Listen to my voice.” She lets out another soft moan, and I unzip my jeans and push them and my boxers to my knees. I start to stroke myself, listening to her soft moans. “Fuck, London. Listening to you moan while you touch yourself is fucking hot. I have my cock out. I’m stroking it while I listen to you.”
“Oh, Blake.”
“Fuck, baby, touch that pussy and tell me how wet you are.” I know exactly when she touches herself because her moan is a bit louder.
“Oh God, I’m so wet.”
I close my eyes, letting my head drop back on the headboard. “Rub yourself, spread it all over your pussy. I’m rubbing myself, thinking of you laying there, dripping wet with the need for release.”
“Blake, I need you so bad. I need to come.”
Her need for me has me ready to orgasm. “Baby, I’m right there with you. Let’s do this together. Use one hand and push a finger inside yourself. Use the other hand and rub that sensitive clit of yours.” She lets out a loud moan, and I know she has her fingers inside. “Move your fingers, baby, just like I would. Find that sweet spot and rub it.”
“Oh God, Blake. I’m so close. I can feel myself getting tight on my fingers.”
My eyes are rolling back into my head as I pick up speed to come with her. “Fuck, baby, I’m pumping my cock so fast. I’m close too. Keep moving your fingers. Let your body feel it, let it take over.” Between her moaning and the sound of my hand rubbing on my cock, I’m ready to blow my load. “Fuck, London, I’m close. Are you close, baby? Tell me what you feel.”
“I’m so wet, Blake. Every time I move my fingers, I feel my body getting closer.”
“Rub your clit, baby, come with me.” I don’t know how we end up coming at the exact same time, but we do. We both shout the other’s name, and I listen to her moan while she rides out her orgasm on her own fingers. “Fuck, London, that was hot. You good, baby?” It takes her a minute, but I hear her heavy breathing.
“Holy shit, Blake. That was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done.”
I grab some tissues off my nightstand and clean myself up, smiling, of course. “I think we both needed that release. Do you have something to clean yourself up with?”
“Yes. Blake, you know I love you, right?”
“I’m not going to lie. I might have questioned it the last few days, but when I heard your voice, I knew. I love you too. You know that, right? You know I’d never hurt you, right?” I throw away my tissues and get myself dressed again. I go back out into the living room for a much-needed cigarette.
“I know that, I swear to you, I know that.”
I light up and take a drag. “Good. Now that I feel like myself again, what are your plans for the rest of the night?”
She laughs and I hear drawers opening. “We’re ordering pizza, drinking, and watching a movie. I’ll probably end up writing after she falls asleep, though. What time are you leaving for the bar?”
“When we hang up.” I hear Shannon knock on her door, and she opens it, telling her she’ll be right out. “Baby, go be with Shannon. I just wanted to make sure we were good, and fuck, I didn’t expect phone sex, but what a bonus.”
She laughs again, making my heart full. “It was by far the best night since I’ve been here. Have fun tonight?well, not too much fun.”
I smile, loving her jealousy. “Nothing to worry about, baby. I’m yours and you’re mine, remember?”
“I’ll never forget. I love you.”
“I love you too. Good night.” We hang up and I call a cab while I finish my cigarette.
***
I’ve been at the bar for almost four hours now, and I’m having a great time. Just talking to London made me realize what a fucking idiot I’ve been. Not to mention, the phone sex definitely helped with my mood.
“Blake, you want another shot?” I nod at Brin and she orders two more. “I’m so glad you came out tonight. I told you we’d have fun.” The bartender hands us our shots, and we tap them together before throwing them back.