“Oh fuck,” she whines. “I’m coming.”
My abs tighten as my release builds along my spine. She screams out her orgasm, and the intense cry triggers mine.
I groan as my cum spills over my hand and stomach. “Fuck, baby. You’re incredible. I think I might be addicted to your voice.”
She laughs, and it might be my new favorite sound. “That should be my line.”
“Will you stay for a while? Just to talk.”
I’m walking a dangerous path, but it’s the first time in years I’ve allowed myself to feel anything other than hollow, and I’m going to hold onto it while it lasts.
Her voice softens. “I’d like that.”
“I’m gonna turn off the camera so I can take off my mask. Don’t hang up.”
Callie
My stomach flutters in anticipation. I blow out a long, steadying breath and clean myself up before slipping on my favorite comfy two-piece pajamas. I glance at myself in the mirror, face flushed and hair mussed. If that man could see me, what would he think?
I grab my blanket off the back of the sofa and settle in front of my faux electric fireplace. The apartment is small, but at least it’s a roof over my head. Maybe someday I’ll have a cozy house with a real fireplace, floor-to-ceilingbookshelves filled with all of my favorite books, and an oversized chair I can curl up in with a cup of hot tea. That’s the dream.
I set my phone on my lap and pull the blanket around my shoulders. “I’m back.”
“Me too. God, it’s good to hear your voice.” His smooth baritone settles deep in the pit of my stomach, setting off a riot of butterflies like it always does.
I was drawn to him from the first moment I saw his profile. I’d been searching for some way to explore my sexuality that would feel safe and secure; that’s how I found Pleasure Peak. I stopped looking after I discoveredhim, and he’s the only reason I keep coming back.
“Would it be weird if I said I missed you?” I ask.
“Fuck no. I missed you, too, Alley Kat.”
There’s a bittersweet dichotomy in the way he says my screen name. It’s close enough to my real name to make me feel wanted, but it keeps a barrier between us—one I’m aching to tear down.
“It’s strange. We hardly know each other, but sometimes, it feels like I’ve known you my whole life.”
Shut up, Callie. He’s going to think you’re a stalker or something.
“I wouldn’t say that. I know your favorite color is purple and you like to read historical romance. I know exactly what to say to get you off, and now I know what you sound like when you come, so I think that’s a good start.”
An unwelcome warmth spreads through my cheeks. “Oh my god. Do you have to say it like that?”
“What? Best sound I’ve ever heard. I wish I could record it and play it over and over again.”
I’m not certain I’m breathing anymore. How can this man turn me to mush with a few meager words?
I sigh. “If you don’t shut up, I’m gonna hang up on you.”
“Mmm, you’ve never complained about me being too vocal before.”
"You’re the worst."
“You like it.”
I do.
He’s too charming for his own good. If I weren’t paying him to talk to me, he probably wouldn’t be giving me the time of day.
He’s a work of art, literally. His body is a canvas of tattoos, an eclectic mix of designs all done in black ink. I’m itching to know what each one means, but it feels too personal to ask.
