The Daddy Box Set

After spending time moving Ally’s bedroom furniture to the garage, I popped a TV dinner into the oven and flipped on the television. It was then that I realized my phone had been on vibrate. I found it in Ally’s room and noticed I had a couple of texts.

They were from Tessa, but I wasn’t in a texting mood—I wanted to hear her voice. I knew it was completely uncool and out of fashion for anyone to actually talk on the phone, but I needed that connection with her.

“Hi,” she answered. “Everything okay?”

I laughed at the hesitation in her voice.

“Yes, but I wanted to hear your voice instead of just reading messages. How was the rest of your day?” I asked, doing my best to make small talk.

“Good. Hectic and crazy, but good. You?”

I quickly told her about my lunch with Jake. I didn’t tell her about my hesitation in pursuing a relationship with her, though.

“What are you doing right now?” I asked her. She sounded a little out of breath.

“Putting away laundry. Fun stuff on a Friday night,” she laughed.

“Sounds like quite an effort. I thought maybe it was hearing my voice that had you panting and out of breath,” I teased.

“That certainly didn’t help,” she said, lowering her voice. “I feel like I’m in heat whenever I’m around you.”

There it was. That familiar sensation, a combination of lust and need. With a few words, she managed to turn me on in a way I’d never quite experienced before. It wasn’t the words; it was the woman who spoke them.

“I can understand the feeling. I’ve been hard for days. My balls are so blue I worry they’ll fall off,” I lamented.

She laughed, deep and throaty. “I’d like to see that. Not them falling off, but the balls and other parts.”

I had to unbutton my jeans. It was downright painful not to, especially with the way I was sitting. The moment my cock sprang free, I breathed a sigh of relief. She heard it.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I had to undo my pants, I just couldn’t take it anymore,” I told her in a low voice.

“I wish I was there to see that,” she breathed.

“What would you do?” I meant it as a joke—kind of. Phone sex wasn’t my thing, but at the moment, it felt very much like my thing.

She released a long breath. “I would gently pull your cock out of those briefs I know you’re wearing. Then I’d have to taste you. I want to know what it feels like to have you in my mouth. A few slow licks up and down your length at first, and then my tongue would circle around the head, slow and soft. Once I had your full attention, I would give you the best blowjob of your life.”

I moaned. I thought about finishing what she started with my hand, but she stopped me. “Don’t do it,” she said, in a firm voice. “That raging erection you’re sporting right now. That’s for me. I want every bit of it. I deserve all of it.”

“Tessa,” I groaned, engorged to the point one touch from her would have me exploding.

“I have to go!” she said, and abruptly ended the call.

I sat there, looking at the phone, wondering what the hell had just happened. Did I go too far? I replayed the conversation. It wasn’t me. That was all her. Maybe it had embarrassed her. I called her to tell her it was okay, but she sent me to voicemail.

That was weird. Instead of dwelling on it, I decided to go to bed. I wanted to get up early tomorrow and head to the beach. I loved the beach first thing in the morning before everyone else arrived. It would give me time to think and decide whether or not I should continue whatever this was I was doing with Tessa.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Tessa

“Are you up?” my mother’s sing-song voice practically cut through my flimsy bedroom door. We definitely needed better doors.

“No,” I mumbled.

She laughed. “You answered me, so yes you are. Come on. I want to go get breakfast at that place you told me about. You remember? The one you said had the world’s best French toast?”