I followed the gruff command. Squeezing my breasts tight around the edges of the phone, desperately wishing itwas his cock. I closed my eyes, imagining him over me, pushing his length through my tits, notching the head against my mouth so I could taste the saltiness of his come.
‘You feel me hot against that silky skin?’
‘Uh huh, you’re so big.’
‘Jesus Christ.’That seemed to be his undoing. ‘Touch that perfect pussy Rosie, slide three fingers into that cunt and feel me filling you. Feel my cock.’
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I released the hold of my breasts and wasted no time at all thrusting three fingers into my pussy. I set a punishing pace, squeezing my eyes shut and imaging I was full of something other than my own fingers.
‘Are you close?’ I whispered, hearing the soft grunts and sounds of him touching himself.
‘Close, so fucking close.’
‘Tell me,’ my breaths came out in short pants, ‘tell me when I can come.’
‘Christ.Sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that to me.’ He sounded in physical pain as he moaned.
I sped up, thrusting my fingers in and out, hearing the illicit noises of my wet pussy.
‘Tell me I can come, George, tell me and I’ll do it.’ The words babbling out of me didn’t make sense, and I didn’t care. I was right on the precipice, ready for his words to push me over the edge.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m right there. Come, sweetheart, squeeze around those fingers and let all that come go.’
Black spots danced in my vision as I pinched my eyes closed. Pleasure edging towards euphoria crashed over me in a tidal wave. My pussy clenched around my fingers in a vice-like grip.
George cursed long and low as the last remnants of his release tore through him.
I worked to calm the heavy rise and fall of my chest.Worked to collect myself after a universe altering orgasm, and let my mind filter back into my body when it had been absent for most of the past twenty minutes.
In the silence of both of our laboured breaths, I waited. Waited for the familiar unease and urge to run tickle at my feet. The one that usually pushed me out of bed seconds after release, and had me ushering the person still in a daze to hop to it. I waited for the logic that only comes once the cloud of lust dissipates. That tells you that this was a mistake and to leave as quickly as possible.
I trawled through every inch of my body. Searching. All I felt was boneless satisfaction.
The faint sounds of George cleaning up filtered down the line. Suddenly, the desire I had to leave, hang up and pretend this never happened morphed into something else. Out of nowhere, the urge to ask him to come over and make me come for real was on the tip of my tongue.
The satisfaction that bubbled up from the incredible, out of this world orgasm from moments before faded. Now, it felt like it had only scratched the surface of this unknown desire. I wanted more. I wanted himhere.
Those warning bells returned with a vengeance. I sat up, feeling exposed, despite knowing he couldn’t see me. I was alone in my flat and Roxy was still passed out in the corner of the room.
I shuffled over and pulled the duvet from under me, pressing it to my chest. Taking the phone off speaker, I held it up to my ear.
George’s heavy breaths came, raising goosebumps on my bare skin. But that was more likely the cold, not him. Definitely the cold.
Words got caught in my throat. How did you end a conversation with someone who had heard you come less than a minute ago?Cheers, thanks for that, catch you later!
‘You okay?’ The low rumble of desire had gone from his tone. Replaced by a quiet concern that caused a shiver to race down my spine.
‘Yeah,’ I swallowed thickly. ‘Are you?’
‘Sweetheart, I’m more than okay.’
Hearing that eased the worry I didn’t realise I’d been holding onto. I sagged against the pillows.
‘I’ll pick you up outside your building at eight tomorrow, okay?’
Like it always seemed to do, reality burst through and took a giant shit all over the peaceful moment. How was I supposed to make it through an entire weekend with George? Especially when he’d heard me come, and I knew all the dirty things he said in my ear.
How was I supposed to pretend like this man hadn’t just flipped my entire world on its head, making me question absolutely everything?
