Most of his life, he’d felt nothing at all.
Being the selfish bastard he was, until he’d spoken with Esther and understood the horror she’d not only witnessed but endured and triumphed over, he never thought about anyone else’s pain. That tiny woman had wormed her way under his skin like no one else had. After leaving her house yesterday, he’d planned to hurt himself, badly, but then Drew had come by.
Drew. It all came back to him and that damn sweet smile he couldn’t get out of his mind. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?” he groaned to no one in particular. Maybe not. Feeling more tired than drunk now, he lifted himself off the floor and, after rinsing his arm off in the sink, picked up the phone on the counter.
After four rings a husky, sleep-roughened voice answered. Shit, the man sounded so fucking sexy, even half-asleep.
“Ash? What the fuck are you calling me at six in the morning for?”
Half-asleep and angry as well. He suddenly lost his nerve and swallowed hard.
“Are you all right?” Now Drew sounded awake and anxious. “Do you need—”
“I need you, Drew.” He leaned against the countertop, the hard edge digging into the naked skin of his back. “I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”
“Hold on a minute.” In the background he could hear rustling, and all Ash could picture was Drew naked in bed. Though his mind ached with vodka and tiredness, his body proved itself wide awake as he looked down to a large, healthy erection bobbing in front of him. He walked to his bedroom and lay down, slowly stroking his cock.
“I wish you were here with me.” His lips pressed against the receiver as he breathed the words into the phone.
Drew sighed into the phone. “Come on, Ash. You told me to leave, dismissed me, as a matter of fact. Let’s leave it at that.”
“No, I can’t.” He continued to stroke himself and couldn’t contain a groan that came from his lips.
“Are…are you jerking off, while you’re talking to me?” Drew’s voice rose with incredulity. “Seriously?”
“I wanted you so bad tonight. I can’t stop thinking of your body and your cock. You tasted so sweet.” His hand was slippery with all the wetness leaking from the engorged head of his cock. It was easy to slide his hand up and down, faster and faster.
“Ash, please.” Drew’s voice came through the receiver, pained yet curiously short of breath.
“Are you hard too, baby? Did you like it when I took you in my mouth, hmm?” Ash’s hips thrust upward now, pushing his cock through his fist.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this over the phone.”
“Touch yourself, baby. Go on. Do it where my mouth was and pretend I’m there with you now. Remember how my mouth was on you? All hot and wet and tight?” Ash jerked his cock a few more times, and then his orgasm came upon him, thundering in his chest and lighting up his balls. He spurted hot, creamy jets across his stomach and chest.
“Did you, um, come?” Drew’s voice, strained and thin, only made Ash wish he was with him in the flesh, able to touch Drew’s sinewy, tight body.
“Mmm. Yeah. I was thinkin’ of you, baby. Of your hot sweet mouth and your tight ass.”
He heard Drew choke over the receiver. Now it was time to give this man some pleasure. “Hold yourself, baby. Rub your cock hard while you think of me and what it would feel like for me to be inside of you. I came all over myself thinking of you.” There was no sound, and for a moment he feared Drew had hung up.
“Are you there?”
A heavy sigh blew in his ear. “Yeah. I don’t know, Ash. We have so much to talk about.”
“Talk is overrated. Stroke yourself, come on. Harder and faster. Think of how good it felt before. Remember me licking you, sucking you, and touching you all over? Your skin is so soft, baby. Like a juicy ripe peach.”
A small sound came through the earpiece. “Aaaash.” Drew moaned. “What the hell?”
“I wanted you so bad tonight, Drew. I wanted to sink into that beautiful, creamy white ass of yours and take you over and over, hard and fast, pound you into my bed. I wanted to make you mine. Can you imagine me inside you, baby? Are you hot and hard for me?”
The sweet little grunts and groans he heard through the receiver let him know Drew enjoyed his dirty little phone talk. He wished he was there to help Drew clean up the mess, starting with kissing every inch of Drew’s pale body.
“Are you there, baby?” He could hear the heavy breathing as Drew struggled to catch his breath.
“Yeah. That was crazy.” Drew still sounded winded, as if he’d returned from a hard run. “I’ve never, ah…”
“Had phone sex?” He chuckled. “Obviously. But everything I said was the truth. I know I fucked up earlier.”
