“Hello.”
“It’s me,” he said gruffly. Had her voice always sounded so husky?
“Ah, I thought you’d decided to ignore me.”
“I was late getting in tonight. Dad and I were eating dinner.”
“How is he?”
“Fine.” He didn’t want to discuss his father or his parents’ failed marriage.
“I’m feeling naughty tonight. I’d ask you to come over, but we’ve both got an early morning tomorrow. You are still picking us up?”
“Yeah, nine thirty,” he confirmed, smothering a yawn. It had been a long day.
“Would you sleep better if I talked dirty to you?”
“What?”
She laughed softly. “What are you wearing?”
“Nothing.”
“Right,” she said briskly. “I want you to turn off your light and climb into bed. Get yourself comfortable and put your phone on speaker. Imagine I’m there with you, my lips on yours, my hands roaming your body.”
With her husky voice purring suggestive things in his ear, it didn’t take long for blood to race to his dick.
“Curl your hand around your cock, stroke it. That’s me,” she whispered. “Holding your steely strength with just the right amount of pressure.”
“Steely strength?” Amusement threaded his voice.
“Yes, that’s the way you always feel to me. Warm and hot and strong.”
Emotions curled through his chest. There was amusement and respect and caring, but along with those emotions came joy. Yvonne was…
“I take you in my mouth and rub over your crown with my tongue. You like this so much that pre-come is already beading at your slit.”
Yvonne was a siren sent to seduce him. Unbidden, he started to stroke himself, falling under her spell. He felt the tension riding his shoulders sink down this body to converge in his groin. His hand slid up and down, the initial dry strokes soon smoothed by pre-come.
“My tongue is stroking your sensitive underside each time I take you into my mouth. You can feel the heat of my mouth, the tight seal of my lips. When you look down at me—did I mention I’m kneeling at your feet?—the visual is as much a turn on as my mouth around your cock. You meet my gaze and hold it. Your legs are planted firm, but your breathing is fast. Your pretty eyes are glittering with passion. Your fingers thread through my hair—”
“Is it loose?” The silky drift of her hair against his skin never failed to get to him.
“You spear your fingers through my curls, holding my head in place, directing the way I suck you.”
Nolan’s balls tightened to the point where he knew that no matter how tired he was, he would come…or lie awake for the rest of the night.
“I’m taking you deep now, almost to the back of my throat and it’s absolutely perfect. I’m breathing through my nose and taking you easily. Feel the delicious slide against my tongue, the tight suction of my mouth.”
Oh yeah. He could feel it. Nolan closed his eyes and sank further into the fantasy, letting the low tone of Yvonne’s voice seduce. He worked his shaft with his callused hand, his fingers a tight vise.
“Your legs start to tremble and your breathing changes. I know you’re getting close. You’re talking to me, telling me I’m doing a good job and my mouth feels good. Wet and tight and perfect.”
Nolan hissed, wondering briefly why they hadn’t done this before. The thought swirled away, replaced by the tight pressure of impending climax. His muscles were tense, his balls pulled high and tight, his breathing hoarse. Excited.
“I add a swirl of my tongue, a different move than what I’ve been using. You groan.”
Nolan moaned on cue, so close to orgasm he wondered if his heart might gallop out of his chest. He continued the hard strokes, the pulls at his dick while he listened to Yvonne’s sexy purr.
“I take you extra deep and swallow around the tip of your throat. You hold my head tight so I can’t move. I don’t struggle and long moments later, you pull out and slide inside again. I swallow and with a roar, you come down my throat.”
Nolan’s climax burst from him at her demand—hard and painfully good—semen shooting over his palm and fingers. His heart hammered his ribs, the contractions of his cock taking a long time to subside.
“I manage to swallow most of your come and start to lick you clean, but you tell me you’re too sensitive and you need to sit before you fall because that was some supreme head.”
Nolan chuckled and used the corner of the sheet to wipe up the mess. Another item to add to the laundry tomorrow.
“You pull me up and kiss me, wiping a bit of come off the corner of my mouth.” She paused before continuing. “Sweet dreams, Nolan. We’ll continue this tomorrow night in my bedroom. You can have dinner with us after the agricultural show, and we’ll go from there. Sex toys optional.” Pure naughtiness wrapped around her tone before a click indicated she’d hung up.
“Damn,” he muttered. Score another to Yvonne, the sultry temptress. She was turning him inside out, pulling him off-balance. Nolan resettled in his lonely king-size bed. Part of him looked forward to tomorrow—the sudden challenge Yvonne had thrown into their game. The other part of him was bloody terrified.
