played with her nipple, feeling reckless and a little dangerous to do so while on the phone with him. “Dork.”
“You made us. Anyway, am I supposed to ask what you’re wearing or is that clichéd?”
“Clichéd, Ben. So very clichéd.” Nibbling her lip, she waited a beat before adding. “Plus, who says I’m wearing anything?”
“You are naked? You’re lying on that giant bed of yours naked and thinking of us? Shit, that’s a sexy thought, Carrie. I’m good. G’night.”
“If you hang up, I’m coming over and smacking you.” She trailed her hand down her body as she spoke, imagining him doing so. “And I won’t be gentle.”
“Other than smacking me, if you were here, what would you want me to do?” His tone went quiet again, hardly a whisper of sound.
“Could I tell you to touch yourself? There’s something hot about a man grabbing his dick in his hand…I don’t know.” Again, she twisted, tangled in equally overpowering needs. She thought she should be embarrassed, but she wanted him to talk dirty to her. To touch himself.
“Just grab it? Like this?” She couldn’t see him, but she imagined him doing it.
“Yes, but I want you to start out slow. Kind of stroking it… Are you doing that, Ben?”
His breath quickened a little and he whispered to her, “But I want you to touch yourself too. Spread your legs, spread them as far apart as you can, so I can see you wet and pink for me. Then touch yourself. Are you wet for me, Carrie?”
She checked. Yes, very wet . “You just want me to check?”
“No.” She could hear control warring with desire in his voice and it sent a shiver across her flesh, like liquid need being poured over her already desperate skin. “No, I want you to rub it. Your clit. Rub it in circles. Are your hips moving up off the bed? Does it make you want me there, kneeling between your legs so I can shove inside you?”
Her breath caught and a small moan slipped out. Yeah, she could imagine him doing that. And her fingers slipped as she tried to rub faster and harder to reach the pinnacle sitting barely out of reach. “Yeah, it does. Are you rubbing your cock while we talk, Ben? Are you wanting me as much as I’m needing you right now? I’ve always wondered what it would be like…”
Her fingers weren’t enough and she reached for the toy, turning it on low and going back to moving. She wanted him, actually them , so badly.
“Don’t stop there, Carrie.” His breath was ragged, cutting into his words like desire was a knife interrupting the sound. “Did you want to suck my cock? You can’t possibly have wanted that as badly as I’ve wanted to push up those little skirts you wear and taste you. You always smell so sweet…I’ve always wanted to dip my tongue inside your wet pussy and see if you taste as good as you smell. Would you ride my face, grinding that round ass of yours against me as you try to come, but unable to until I let you?”
She’d bitten her own lip hard enough that it hurt and she released it to pant in the phone. Her hips arched up, seeking the orgasm she was so close to. “Yes, Ben…shit, I’m so close.”
“Come. Carrie, come for me.”
His words seemed to trigger the orgasm free, as if she’d been waiting for permission. Lying there, sweaty and naked and alone, she cradled the phone close and listened to the grunt and gasp that meant he’d followed her off the edge of insanity. Phone sex? Lame, if you’d asked her yesterday.
But then again she’d never needed someone so much that his voice could make her shatter alone in her bed. When silence echoed on the other end of the line, she nibbled her lip, nerves returning full force. “So, well, if we’d done this as teenagers, it probably wouldn’t have been awkward.”
“Carrie?”
“Yeah, Ben?”
“It’s only awkward if you don’t wish I was there, that we were there. Do you still want us both as much as you did before this call?”
“I…I have to go.
“You made us. Anyway, am I supposed to ask what you’re wearing or is that clichéd?”
“Clichéd, Ben. So very clichéd.” Nibbling her lip, she waited a beat before adding. “Plus, who says I’m wearing anything?”
“You are naked? You’re lying on that giant bed of yours naked and thinking of us? Shit, that’s a sexy thought, Carrie. I’m good. G’night.”
“If you hang up, I’m coming over and smacking you.” She trailed her hand down her body as she spoke, imagining him doing so. “And I won’t be gentle.”
“Other than smacking me, if you were here, what would you want me to do?” His tone went quiet again, hardly a whisper of sound.
“Could I tell you to touch yourself? There’s something hot about a man grabbing his dick in his hand…I don’t know.” Again, she twisted, tangled in equally overpowering needs. She thought she should be embarrassed, but she wanted him to talk dirty to her. To touch himself.
“Just grab it? Like this?” She couldn’t see him, but she imagined him doing it.
“Yes, but I want you to start out slow. Kind of stroking it… Are you doing that, Ben?”
His breath quickened a little and he whispered to her, “But I want you to touch yourself too. Spread your legs, spread them as far apart as you can, so I can see you wet and pink for me. Then touch yourself. Are you wet for me, Carrie?”
She checked. Yes, very wet . “You just want me to check?”
“No.” She could hear control warring with desire in his voice and it sent a shiver across her flesh, like liquid need being poured over her already desperate skin. “No, I want you to rub it. Your clit. Rub it in circles. Are your hips moving up off the bed? Does it make you want me there, kneeling between your legs so I can shove inside you?”
Her breath caught and a small moan slipped out. Yeah, she could imagine him doing that. And her fingers slipped as she tried to rub faster and harder to reach the pinnacle sitting barely out of reach. “Yeah, it does. Are you rubbing your cock while we talk, Ben? Are you wanting me as much as I’m needing you right now? I’ve always wondered what it would be like…”
Her fingers weren’t enough and she reached for the toy, turning it on low and going back to moving. She wanted him, actually them , so badly.
“Don’t stop there, Carrie.” His breath was ragged, cutting into his words like desire was a knife interrupting the sound. “Did you want to suck my cock? You can’t possibly have wanted that as badly as I’ve wanted to push up those little skirts you wear and taste you. You always smell so sweet…I’ve always wanted to dip my tongue inside your wet pussy and see if you taste as good as you smell. Would you ride my face, grinding that round ass of yours against me as you try to come, but unable to until I let you?”
She’d bitten her own lip hard enough that it hurt and she released it to pant in the phone. Her hips arched up, seeking the orgasm she was so close to. “Yes, Ben…shit, I’m so close.”
“Come. Carrie, come for me.”
His words seemed to trigger the orgasm free, as if she’d been waiting for permission. Lying there, sweaty and naked and alone, she cradled the phone close and listened to the grunt and gasp that meant he’d followed her off the edge of insanity. Phone sex? Lame, if you’d asked her yesterday.
But then again she’d never needed someone so much that his voice could make her shatter alone in her bed. When silence echoed on the other end of the line, she nibbled her lip, nerves returning full force. “So, well, if we’d done this as teenagers, it probably wouldn’t have been awkward.”
“Carrie?”
“Yeah, Ben?”
“It’s only awkward if you don’t wish I was there, that we were there. Do you still want us both as much as you did before this call?”
“I…I have to go.
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