I quickly typed a reply. “I’m here.”
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m great. I just had to put myself back together.”
Twice now he’d seemed concerned about my well-being. He had been a gentleman too, asking for permission to flirt and if I was okay with this. I wasn’t sure why he cared, but I wasn’t complaining. It was nice to be cared for, a feeling I wasn’t used to.
The dots on the screen appeared then stopped like he was hesitant. “Did you finish?”
It’s almost as though he was shy now that the haze of lust had dissipated.
“I did. Very…” I sent the text and typed another. “Hard.”
I typed yet another message, not caring that I had sent three in quick succession. “Um, thanks? I think?” Awkwardness settled in my chest.
“Good. I couldn’t hold out any longer. You’re driving me mad.”
A rush of unease settled in my stomach, and I questioned my next words. While I enjoyed the illicit act of sexting someone on the internet, this seemed deeper than that. I thought about him nonstop, but was still cautious since he claimed to have gotten my number from the website. Even though he was Ryan, I still didn’t know him. I was hesitant, sure, but I was also still human, after all. Somehow I knew he wouldn’t try to harm me. Try being the keyword, because try would be as far as he got.
“I want to keep talking to you. Do you want to continue this?”
His reply finally appeared on the screen. “Of course. This isn’t a one-time thing, babe. We aren’t done yet.”
“Good. I’ll be pissed if you ghost me.”
“I’m too obsessed with you to ghost you.”
Heat flooded my body. He clearly didn’t know me personally because I, too, became unusually obsessed occasionally.
The next morning,I was insatiable. I woke up with hard nipples and damp thighs. After last night’s session I craved more. On a whim, I grabbed my earbuds and phone from thenightstand and tapped into my apps. I went to Zander’s account on the subscription app and scrolled through the audio clips.
It was unethical to mix business and pleasure. I knew that. This situation wasn’t as bad as a doctor and patient, but it could still fuck with my career if the CFP board found out. Zander’s voice was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and I wasn’t going to stop talking to him. If I kept Zander separate from my client, it would be fine. Maybe. If he knew who I was, which he likely did, I could claim innocence that I didn’t know he was my client. I tapped on a post and waited for the voice I craved. I’d listened to this one before, but I didn’t care. It was still as hot as the first time.
“Welcome home, baby. Did you have a good day?”
I sighed, immediately relaxed by his words.
“Aww, I’m sorry, baby. Come here and let me take care of you. No, no, no, don’t pull away. You need to decompress. Here, lie down on the bed.”
How this man created a scene with just one-sided spoken conversation was beyond me, but I was here for it.
“That’s it, baby. Lie back and relax. I’m just going to caress your body. Does that feel good?”
Moving my hand to my pussy, I rubbed my clit, no teasing needed. I’d been wet when I woke up, but now I was drenched.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve needed to taste you all day. No, lie back. You don’t need to do anything at all. I’m just moving to the edge of the bed. Are you ready for me to take care of you with my tongue, gorgeous?”
I was captivated. My arousal was so intense my entire body was throbbing in need of release. It was as if I was in the scene right there with him.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy tastes like heaven. I could eat you all day. This pussy is mine.”
The sounds coming through the earbuds weren’t cringy. If I hadn’t heard the clip for myself I would’ve assumed they would be awful, but they were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. The breathing and words said like his mouth was actually on something. How had I never known about this kind of content before?
“Yes, baby. That’s it. I want you to come for me. Come on my tongue, baby.”
And I did. Right then. When he told me to come my body almost instantly obeyed. I didn’t stop the audio, listening to the entire thing replay, and got off a second time.
Later, I had to drag myself from bed, but I finally managed to get going. I had a lazy morning, which was something I didn’t do often, but I had errands to run. My Sunday afternoon was going to be busy. After a shower and lunch, I dressed in black athletic attire and pulled on the one pair of running shoes I owned.
