“Well, I’ll be using it later, so thanks for the material,” I say.
“My pleasure.” His voice is dark and sexy. I yawn loudly, unable to contain it. “Sorry, it must be late there.”
I check the clock, and it’s nearly one in the morning. There’s a six hour time difference and I can see him in my mind having breakfast.
“Yeah it is, it’s been a busy day.”
“I’ll let you get some sleep,” he says. “But Simon. I’m really sorry about your parents. That you never got to tell them. It sounds important to you.”
That he cares enough to say so makes my heart swell. “Thank you. That means a lot to me. Did your father know?”
“Yes he did, and he was fine with it. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he was bi-sexual, but if he was, he never told me.”
I’m pleased for him and we talk for a few more minutes. Eventually, when I yawn again he ends the call.
“Go get some sleep, cutie, we’ll talk again soon.”
“Yes we will.” As soon as I put down my phone, I fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning, after my alarm goes off I fall back on the pillows with a contented sigh. Not only do I have a day off but I haven’t slept so well in ages, probably not since Andrés was here. Last night was not as good as having him with me, but it was the next best thing. I luxuriate in having time to relax and there being no need to rush to get out of bed. My thoughts return to last night. God, just hearing Andrés say my name is a turn on, or even hearing him speak in his delicious accent. My hand finds its way to my cock as I daydream. Long lazy strokes as I imagine Andrés whispering to me, his voice warm and silky, uttering encouragement against my skin. My hand moves faster as I sink into my fantasy, no longer taking my time, my body writhing as my mind spirals in pleasure. I’m desperate for release but it doesn’t come. It’s beautiful but also agony. I cup my balls with my other hand, squeezing them. Jolts of electricity shoot through me but I still can’t come. I release them and fumble for my phone; there’s only one way to fix this.
“Seemon?” He answers on the third ring and just the sound of him saying my name makes me groan. “Seemon, are you alright?”
“Yeah . . . just talk . . . to me,” I pant.
“What’s going on? Are you in some kind of trouble?” His voice sounds worried. I don’t have the words to fully explain, I just need him to talk. I can already feel my nerves tingling and I want more.
“Can’t come... need your voice.” That’s as much as I can manage. I hear his low sexy chuckle as he understands, and relief floods through me.
“So, cutie, you need my help, do you?” His voice is like expensive, dark molten chocolate, and every sense I have is in overdrive. “Got yourself in a spot of trouble?”
“Yes,” I gasp, losing myself in his voice as he talks to me. I barely hear what it is he’s saying. It could be a fucking shopping list for all I care. All I want is his gorgeous tones. I’m so close I can almost taste it. My body is taut, strung out, just waiting for the wave to reach me and push me over the edge.
“More,” I plead as he pauses, and again I hear his little laugh and something uttered under his breath. I didn’t catch it but I know the shape of the sound and my arousal spikes.
“Spanish,” I beg and he immediately switches. Oh god, it sounds so fucking good.
“Cuando te vea te voy a garchar tan duro que te vas a desmayar.”
“Unngh.” My orgasm hits and cum erupts all over my chest. I lie panting, sweating, spent, and waiting for my vision to return. I gently let go of my dick, wincing slightly at how sensitive it is after the bashing it just got.
“Cutie. Did that work?” Andrés asks, and I realise I must have just gone silent on him.
“Thank you, it was amazing,” I say. “You know I might have ruined myself. I might never be able to come again unless I can hear your voice.”
“I can live with that,” he says quietly, and his meaning seeps into me, wrapping me in a warm hug.
“Me too,” I whisper. Then it hits me that I just called him and didn’t ask what he was doing. What if... “Um, Andrés... sorry, did I disturb you? Were you in the middle of something?”
“Yes, I’m in a team meeting working out where we’re playing this year. Gabriel and Linden are here, they say hi.”
“What the fuck, no!” My skin goes cold. What have I fucking done?
“Don’t worry, I didn’t put you on speakerphone.”
Fucking hell, may the gods take me now. Why the fuck didn’t he say something or leave the room? Only then do I hear him laughing.
“You’re actually fucking kidding me, aren’t you?” I demand and he laughs some more.
