Never Kiss A Stranger
“Yeah, you have no idea how hot it was to have you go wild on me like that.”
My face flames red, and next thing I know his name pops up on my caller ID. I answer, “Hello.”
“Hey,” he says in the most sexy, husky voice I’ve ever heard him make. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, and I needed to hear your voice.”
And at this very moment I realize how good it is to hear his voice. How in some weird way, I’ve missed it. “I’m glad you called.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
I lay back against the couch, my body growing a little needy from the sound of his voice. From the intimacy we’re sharing right now. “Because I wanted to hear your voice too,” I tell him.
“You sound like you’re lying down, are you?”
I nod, even though I know he can’t see me. “Yeah.”
“I am too.”
The image of him lying down, one arm possibly behind his head, his abs on display is emblazoned in the image center in my brain, not going away anytime soon. I have to be honest, I know where this is headed, and I have a teeny-tiny confession to make. I’ve never done this before. To be real, I’ve always been too embarrassed to try. Like it’s silly, right? I can’t do anything like this, what would I even say?
Ellis answers that internal question for me. “Just let me tell you what to do, Kiki.” And he says this in such a low voice and with such seduction I could almost come on the spot for him.
“I’m not really sure what to do.”
“Start by telling me what you’re wearing.”
I stare down at my outfit, wishing I had something sexier on. “Just jeans and my Doggy Spaw t-shirt.”
“Are your panties cotton or lace?”
“Cotton,” I answer quietly, ashamed of my answer. I wish I was wearing something erotic to turn Ellis on.
But, it doesn’t matter because he growls into the phone. The same growl he made when he saw me naked for the first time. “I’ve pictured you as a cotton girl. Take off your jeans and describe your panties to me.”
“Ok, I’m unzipping my jeans now.” I can’t believe how turned on I am once I discard my jeans and toss them across the room. “They’re red with little yellow polka-dots on them.”
He hisses into the phone.
And I do something bold, something I never thought I’d do in my life. I line up the camera on the lower half of my body and snap a pic. And then I click send.
“Fucking Christ, Kiki,” he says after a minute. “Are you trying to kill me?”
I can’t help but giggle a little into the phone. “Did that turn you on?”
He lets out a deep breath. “Just thinking about you turns me on.”
“I wish you were here right now.”
“Me too, but I can’t be. So, I need you to touch yourself like I would touch you. I need you to be a little rough, and a whole lot gentle. And I want you to tell me exactly how it feels.”
“And what will you be doing?” I ask him, too turned on to really think about anything else.
“I’m gonna be stroking my hard cock until you make me come.” He lets out a deep sigh, his voice a little shaky with desire. “You want to make me come, right?”
More than anything. “I do.” My eyes widen as the urge to be touched between my legs becomes too much. I squeeze my thighs together, moaning a little as I do. “I’m so wet,” I say as I slip my fingers over myself.
I can’t believe I’m really doing this.
“I’ve got my big dick in my hand. It’s so hard, Kiki. You make me so goddamn hard.”
“Does it feel good?” I ask him, needing to know. Wanting to know if this is turning him on as much as it turns me on.
“So fucking good. How does your pussy feel?” He groans hard. “I want you to pretend it’s me touching you.”
“I am.” I race my fingers over my clit, loving the pressure of it. “So good, Ellis.”
The sounds he makes urge me on, making me roll my fingers over my clit faster and faster. “I’m being rough with my cock. Are you being rough with your clit? Are you treating it like you never have before?”
I push harder against my wet skin. “Yes, I am.”
“Good. Keep rubbing. When I get back to Florida I’m coming straight for you.”
His persistence turns me on, making me burn with how consumed he is by me. “Please do.” I moan louder. “Please, Ellis.”
“I’m gonna make you come all over me, Kiki. All over me.” His voice shakes a bit, and I’m already seeing stars.
“I’m coming,” I cry out as my body spasms through my orgasm.
Ellis’ voice growls, a pure guttural sound as he keeps stroking himself. Harder and deeper than it was the other night. Like his own neediness has grown more since seeing me last. This thought drives me through the roof. “I need you to make me come, Kiki. Tell me how badly you want to suck my cock.”