“You called me. I didn’t expect you to call,” I panted.
He chuckled. “I hadn’t planned to, but when you didn’t text back, I said fuck it.”
“Oh…” My voice trailed off into the silence.
“Hopefully, my voice in real life is good for you like the recordings.”
I searched my brain for something to say. “Uh, yeah. I’ve listened to your voice for hours, and it sounds great in person, too.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. Oh my god, did Iactually just say that? “I mean, I’ve listened to hours of your audiobooks, not hours of your videos on social media.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m just going to stop talking now.”
His laugh was louder this time. “It’s okay, baby, I know you’ve listened to my sexy content. Want to know a secret?”
“Uh, sure?” I really needed to stop talking like an imbecile.
He breathed heavily into the phone. “Knowing you have listened to my naughty posts makes me so…fucking…hard.”
My breath caught. Holy motherfucker. I hadn’t ever been this wet in my life, the dampness soaking my thong. I had to sit down on one of the bar stools at the island before I collapsed in a puddle on the floor.
“Are you actually trying to kill me?”
I could hear his wicked smile when he spoke. “Full of questions tonight, baby girl. How about we focus on you instead of me, hmm? Be a good girl and go make yourself comfortable for me, all right?”
Why was I willing to do whatever this man said? I had no idea, but I didn’t linger on the question long. “Uh, okay. I’ll, uh, go do that while I wait for your text.”
His voice turned assertive. “Oh no, baby, we aren’t texting for this. I’m going to make you come with my voice in real time, and in return I get to hear every one of your sweet moans.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ryan
Raven squeakedat my words but didn’t say anything else. That morning, I had finished recording the pickups for the dark romance from the week before, thankful there were only a few of them since I had been really into the performance. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a novel I started earlier in the week, and the second half of the book had so many sex scenes that beating it alone wasn’t working anymore. Especially after imagining Raven in all of those scenes.
When I decided to text her I wasn’t planning on calling, only sending voice messages, but when she didn’t respond, I panicked. I refused to let her ignore me, so before I knew what I was doing I dialed her number. When she said my pseudonym into the phone I almost came right then. Even though it wasn’t my real name, hearing it on her sexy lips had me undone.
Silence stretched across the line, and I wondered if she was going to play along with this. If she didn’t, there was a good chance I would drive to her apartment and fuck her senseless. I wasn’t sure if she was nervous or intrigued by the call, but I hoped it was a bit of both. I’d learned a lot since I’d beennarrating romance novels and was eager to experiment with some of the kinks I’d read. One of which was the hint of apprehension in my girl.
“Babe, are you there?” I asked even though I knew she was still on the line.
She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I’m here.”
Shifting on the couch, I adjusted my uncomfortably hard dick. “Good. Now, go to your room.”
Soft footsteps sounded in the background almost immediately, and I smiled at her obedience. She was learning.
“All right, I’m in my room,” she said.
“Put the phone on speaker and set it on your nightstand.”
Her voice became slightly distant. “Okay.”
“Take off your clothes and tell me what you’re doing as you do it,” I commanded.
Her sharp intake of air had my cock aching. I gripped the bulge through my shorts, impatiently waiting for her to begin.
“Fine, fuck it,” she said, and I groaned at the filthy word coming out of her mouth. Raven was all professional and hearing her be unprofessional was turning me on so much I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I took off my shirt. Now, I’m undoing my slacks.”
“Fuck. You’re in business clothes?” I asked, picturing her in the same black dress pants she had been wearing when I saw her in the park last week.
