I press send again, interrupting his message to me. The bubbles stop and a heat of nervousness warms my cheeks with a sudden burst of embarrassment mixed with excitement. In the back of my mind, there’s also curiosity as to why I’m allowing myself to be so free with a man I don’t know.
A question that can be answered much later.
“Yes,” I groan, arching my back when the pleasure begins to send a wave of fire through my body. “Oh, fuck, feels so good.” I hit the button on the red toy, increasing the power of the suction by a level.
My phone dings again.
Mr. Wrong Number:For the entire night, your body will be mine. Your body will be wet with slick and cum by the time the sun rises and only when the rays of light pierce through the window will I pull out of you. I’m going to start by undressingyou. Every fucking piece of clothing you wear, from your dress to those fucking heels, I’m going to scatter across the floor. Slowly, so fucking slowly too because I’m going to enjoy every moment I have with you. You’ll sit on the bed, lips swollen from our kiss, your eyes glazed over with lust as I kneel, lifting one leg onto my shoulder while I slip one heel off, kiss your ankle, then slowly drop it to do the same to the other. I’ll kiss up one leg, dragging my lips across your soft skin that has been driving me crazy since the first picture you sent. I want my hands drifting over your body because I know it will be an experience I’ll never forget. I’ll kiss up each thigh, my fingers sliding up and down the tender sensitive flesh. You’ll become impatient, begging me to do more, and I’ll continue to take my time. I’ll peel that tiny fucking dress off you next, revealing your body for my eyes to devour and memorize. I’ll push you back onto the bed, slowly crawling up your body as I kiss your stomach, your chest, neck, until finally I have your lips again. Tasting you is what I’ll crave. I’ll need more to get me through the night, the taste of you fueling me. Your body will tremble beneath my touch, and I’ll be so damn hard by the sight of your body laid out for me, your red hair fanned out around you—fuck—just the thought has me close to coming. You have no idea how much I want to fist that hair, wrap it around my wrist, and tug your head back while I drive into you over and over again.
I gasp, my thighs trembling as the image he paints plays like a movie in my mind. I press the button again, increasing the suction, and my back bows, lifting off the bed as a loud cry rips from my throat.
Mr. Wrong Number:God, look at you. You’re fucking soaked. Is that all for me, sweetheart? Are you wet for my cock? I bet I could slide in so easily, couldn’t I? I’d fuck you through everyorgasm, hoping it would send you into a fit of multiples. I want to feel you squeeze my cock, shout my name, and beg for more. Once I have you where I want you, bare and beneath me, I’m going to flip you onto your stomach until you’re on your hands and knees, then watch you suck my cock. I won’t be easy. I’m going to fuck your mouth until you gag and choke. I want spit dripping down your chin and tears wetting your cheeks. I want your lips red and abused, soft and pliant, stretched and obscene.
I press the button to record again, cranking the intensity of the suction. I whimper and moan, my body twisting to get away from the pleasure. It’s almost too much, and yet, it isn’t enough. I read his words over and over again, and each time the desire becomes more intense, my orgasm tingling my limbs with warning.
My phone vibrates again and I ignore it. I’m too close. I can’t stop. I thought I was going to make him come, but this conversation has gone in a different direction. Now I’m the one who needs to orgasm even though I’ve had an amazing day. A promotion and hot phone sex? I’m on top of the world.
“I’m close. I’m so close. I don’t want you to stop. Don’t stop. Give me more. Fuck me harder,” I say aloud, wanting him to hear my pleas through the video.
With a shaky hand, I manage to press send. I finally check the message he sent to see a video waiting for me.
“Holy shit,” I moan, watching him on his knees as he fucks his own toy.
A light sheen of sweat covers his chest, his abs flexing with every thrust of his hips. He’s so audible and it makes me crave hearing him in person.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re taking my cock so well. You feel so fucking good. Are you going to come for me?”He moans and grunts, the deep rasp making me even wetter.“Because I’ve never felt something so good before. You’re going to make me come. Fuck, fuck!”His hips stutter.“Take every drop for me. That’s it. Fuuuck,”he groans, his muscles tensing as his orgasm rips through him.
His cum drips out of the toy and it’s so obscene. There’s so much. It fills the toy, the cream rolling down the base of his shaft to his heavy sack. He catches himself on the bed with one hand, his body shaking, the hard rope of his bicep flexed, and he hangs his head just enough that I can see the unruly sweat-soaked hair, but I still can’t see his face.
That’s all it takes for my own orgasm to rip through me. It’s powerful and intense, my toes curling, warmth spreading through my body. I play his video again, listening to his words, moans, and grunts to prolong every spasm that wrecks me.
I send him the video, then toss the toy to the side, gasping for breath. My limbs tingle with the threat of becoming numb.
“Holy shit,” I finally say, breaking the sudden silence since there’s no longer a buzz sounding in the air. Never in my entire life have I had an experience like that. My entire body is limp. My brain is mush.
And yet.
I want more.
So much more. I don’t want to be done with him for the night. I wonder if we can learn one another’s names. Maybe…maybe we can try to move this forward.
I’m losing my mind in the after-bliss of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
I want him. I want him to do all the things he said he was going to do to me. I want to taste his cum on my tongue after he’s left my bed. I want to feel the ache between my thighs the next day after he’s fucked me the way he said he would.
Groaning in frustration, I flip over and bury my face in the pillow.
The moment my phone vibrates, I turn over, smiling as I stare up at the ceiling and my hand searches for the device.
Mr. Wrong Number:I haven’t come that hard in a very long time, sweetheart. You definitely turned my day around. Your videos, your sounds, I’m going to be dreaming of them every night.
I can’t help the grin that splits my face. My cheeks begin to hurt. There’s still a small amount of sweat sticking to my body that has me shivering when the air conditioning kicks on, sending a burst of cool air through the room.
Me:I haven’t either. That was by far the hottest experience I’ve ever had. I love that you have a toy. I might need to rewatch that a few times. That will be on replay.
Mr. Wrong Number:I’ll be doing the same. You drive me wild. I haven’t felt that in a very long time.
Me:You make me feel the exact same way. This was an amazing way to end my day.
