Before I know what I’m doing, I’m calling him on my phone. It rings for a while, and I want to hang up more with each tone. I’m being clingy. Before the fourth tone is over, I cut the call.Needy much?
The phone vibrates several seconds later, startling me a little. I answer it with a smile. “Hi.”
“Hi. Sorry, I was in the shower,” he says.
“No problem, I just wanted to make sure you got home alright.”
“You worry about me, Walker?”
“I’d hate to lose my amazing job because something happened to my boss,” I tease. He chuckles low, and I swoon. “I wish I could have come with you.”
“Yeah, me too. How did it go with Tamika?”
“Pretty well. She’s delighted to have seen you in the nude and thinks it gives her leverage or something.” Lex groans, and my smile grows wider. “I made her promise not to say anything to anyone, and I sweetened the deal with the promise of shopping tomorrow.”
“That’s good.” There’s a pause, followed by the electric buzzing of what I guess is his razor. When it stops, he says, “Turns out you’ll be spending your weekend with Idris, after all.”
“Oh, no… Idris stays in his drawer. I’m letting all this build up for Wednesday. My jaw is a little sore, but I think it’ll be back to normal by then.”
I efficiently make him lose his words. “Fuck, Andrea…”
“What? As you said, practice makes perfect, and I’m always looking to improve.”
“I can’t let you get any better at this. You’ll have too much power over me if you do. Which now makes me realize I should have praised your skills more earlier, but I think my brain melted for a minute.”
“Yeah, and then your mouth was too busy.” Another moment of silence. God, I love teasing him like this.
“Fuck, that’s it. Forget about Tamika and come here right now,” he demands.
“Nuh-uh.”
“So I’m supposed to go to bed like this?”
“Like what?” I ask, pretending I don’t know what he means.
“I’d send you a picture, but I don’t trust the internet.”
Oh, wow… This is possibly the only dick pic I’ll ever want to receive. “Fuck the internet. Make it impossible to identify.”
“Nice try. What about building it up for Wednesday?”
“It’s just for the eyes. I won’t do anything with it.”
“Hm …”
I’m jittery when the phone buzzes in my hand. I excitedly open the notification and let out a whimpering moan at the sight of Lex’s massive hard-on. The shot isn’t overly complex, taken from his venture point, looking down at his hard length. Shit, it truly is a gorgeous penis. And all of it was in my mouth, and then my pussy, mere hours ago. In the background, I recognize the marble floors of his bathroom.
“I never noticed how nice the floor of your bathroom is,” I comment when I put the phone back to my ear.
He laughs openly, and I can envision him shaking his head. “You really have a gift for keeping me humble.”
“At your service.” I move the phone away, wanting to peek at the pic again. To my great dissatisfaction, the message box is now empty. “Where did it go!?”
“I told you I don’t trust the internet.”
“You could have at least warned me. I would have taken a screenshot.”
“Which is exactly why I didn’t warn you.”
