Chapter Nine
“Hello?” Thank God for Kym and her impromptu phone therapy session, otherwise Trey might have heard tears in her voice when he called. But Charlotte knew she now sounded at least a little put together.
“Well, hey there, my sexy journalist. I watched the story on the web when I got home. Your team did great. I couldn’t even tell that was my voice, and it was my words.” Trey’s deep booming voice always managed to send a wave of shivers down Charlotte’s core, making something deep inside her clench in need.
“Yeah, they did great. You didn’t get any blowback from doing the interview did you?” Charlotte hated even thinking about Trey getting in trouble because of her.
“Nope. The Chief sent out a strongly worded email to all the units that responded saying we weren’t allowed to give interviews, but they have no idea who it was.” Trey groaned, sending all sorts of familiar and unfamiliar sensations running through Charlotte’s body. She wondered where he was and what he was doing to produce such a manly sound. “I was afraid you’d be asleep. You should be asleep. You’ve been up for more than twenty-four hours.”
“I know. I’m in that weird space where I’m completely wired, yet totally exhausted. Michelle gave me tonight off though, so at least I don't have to be back at work in four hours.” Charlotte flipped onto her stomach in her soft, queen sized bed, burrowing in under her fluffy comforter. She loved the feel of the heavy blanket pressing down on top of her. Even in the height of summer, Charlotte blasted the air conditioning to near frigid temperatures so she would be able to use the huge thing. She couldn’t sleep without it.
“Girl, what are you doing right now. It sounds like you’re rubbing sandpaper across your phone.” Trey laughed that deep booming laugh, and it instantly made Charlotte smile so wide, it hurt her cheeks. She kinda couldn’t wait to see and hear that laugh in person.
“I’m getting under my blanket in bed. Your voice is so great, I feel like maybe I could fall asleep to it right now.” Her eyes slipped closed, though she knew sleep wasn't nearly as close as she hoped.
“Fuck, woman, you can’t tell me you’re in bed and not expect me to have all sorts of dirty thoughts pop into my head.” A rush of air crackled across the phone, and she imagined Trey expelling that breath across her bare skin. “What are you wearing in bed?”
“Are you really asking me what I’m wearing?” Charlotte laughed, but it was a lighter bubblier laugh than she had ever had before.
“Damn right I am. I need to paint a picture in my head here.” Rustling echoed down the line from his side of things. “Here, I’ll get us started. I’m wearing black boxer briefs, and I just got out of the shower after fighting that fire all day, so my hair is still a little wet. And I just got into my bed. Your turn.”
Charlotte’s cheeks flamed red. That picture of him, shirtless and wearing the trousers to his firefighting suit low around his hips popped into her head. All those deep lines separating his abs glistening with water. Moisture pooled between her thighs at just the mental image. She would probably spontaneously combust if she ever got to see the real thing.
“Um, okay, I’m wearing my Mind if I Slytherin to bed? T-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. But they are from my senior year in high school, so they are both a little threadbare and tight. Not exactly sexy.”
“You don't know how wrong you are. Those trim legs in little shorts, barely covering your ass. I bet you have one of those high, tight asses, perfect for grabbing in my big hands when I’m pulling you up against me.” Jesus, those words, in that bass voice, just about had Charlotte coming apart at the seams. “The only picture I found of you was from the front, but I could tell just from that you have a trim little body. Sweet tits that I can suck and bite, make you come with just my mouth.”
“Oh God, Trey.” She didn't know what to say. She’d never done anything close to as sexy as this. Charlotte was no stranger to making herself come, but this pulsing of blood in her veins, the throbbing of her clit between her legs, it felt better than any orgasm she’d had, and she wasn’t even touching herself. Her hips pulsed, gently humping the mattress beneath her, seeking any sort of friction.
“You like that, baby? Bet my voice isn’t putting you to sleep now, is it? You playing with yourself?”
“N-no. I’ve never done that before. Not on the phone at least.” Her words were thin as spun sugar, and the pressure deep in her belly just as sweet.
“I’m going to need you to slip your fingers into those sleep shorts, tell me how wet you are, Charlotte.” Her name took on a new life on his tongue. It was sensual and sexy, innocent but begging to be corrupted. Her name had never sounded so good. “Tell me.”
“I d-don’t know if I c-can.” Desire and embarrassment swirled together to confuse her already muddled emotions. She desperately wanted to please this man, but honestly wasn’t sure she had that capability. Trey was a big, strong, hot beyond reason firefighter. She was a mousey, shy, anxious assignment editor. There was no way she could please him.
“Baby, you’re going to make me feel guilty about sitting in my place and stroking my cock to the thought of you in your little pajamas. I need you to touch yourself or tell me to stop.” A pained growl filled her ear. Then nothing, as if Trey held his breath waiting to see what she’d do next.
“Don’t stop.” She could picture him, reclining on some huge bed, stroking his big dick. God, she’d seen so many of them in the porn she secretly watched by herself. But never touched one, her palm practically tingled with the need to touch him. To find out how hard that long, thick appendage that hung between a man’s leg got. “Are you big?”
Her already flaming face grew even hotter after she blurted out the question. But she had to know. Desperately needed to know how he would fill her if she ever had the courage to let this man inside her body.
“Oh, sugar, you have no idea. I bet your little hand wouldn’t even be able to wrap the whole way around it. And long, long enough to hit spots inside you that have never been touched before.”
Charlotte didn't mention how easy a claim that would be, considering not even a vibrator had entered her, but his words thrilled her all the same. Slowly, she slid her hand down between the mattress and her belly, pressing slightly to slip her fingers beneath the time loosened waistband of her shorts. She skated one finger over her tingling clit, and gasped.
“There you go. Now you’re with me, aren’t you, my Charlotte?”
“Yes.” Repeating the motion again, pressing just a little harder, her hips pulsed down, grinding into the bed and her hand. Her body wanted more, no matter how nervous or embarrassed she might be.
“How wet are you?” Trey’s voice seemed to get even deeper the further they went. She wanted to press their chests together and beg him to just talk to her, so she could feel those vibrations in her heart.
But they weren’t together, so instead she moved down to her entrance, collecting the slick arousal that pooled there, and spreading it up over her clit. “I’m soaked.”
“Fuck yes, you are. You know what I’d do to you first? I’d put my mouth down there. Maybe even before I kissed your lips, I’d kiss your pussy first. I’d drink down that cream you got pouring of you, cover my face in it while you screamed above me. Then I’d kiss your sweet mouth, let you taste what I do to you the very first time I claim your lips.” No one had ever talked to Charlotte like that. It was filthy and amazing. She wanted more.
A rhythmic slap slap slap became loud enough on his side for her to hear. Matching the rhythm of it with her fingers rubbing around and around her pulsing button, she tried to imagine what it would be like to have that mountainous man.
