“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want your cock,” I rush to say, ignoring the hint of embarrassment spreading through me. “I want to see you again.”
“I want to see you again too. I want to touch you so bad. I want your cum spilling down my throat. I want?—”
“Fuck. I’m so close. So fucking close.”
“You gonna come for me, Bouche? Let me see.”
It hits and I cry out, arching my back as ropes of cum spill from my cock, covering my hand and my lower belly. I manage to keep my eyes open as Wraith grunts and follows me over the edge. His cum is thick, shooting into the air before splashing down on his torso. He strokes himself through it, and I can’t take my eyes off him, even as I flinch from oversensitivity.
“Taste it,” Wraith commands. “Tell me what it’s like.”
Without hesitating, I lick some off my fingers, and Wraith moans. “It tastes good, but yours is better.”
“Fuck, you’re stunning.”
In his accent, that sentence sounds pretty fucking amazing. Like maybe I really am stunning. I’ve never suffered from low self-esteem, but I’ve also never had a lover gush like that.
As the post-sex high starts to fade, awkwardness settles over me. I want to end this call and pretend I didn’t just allow myself to be so vulnerable in front of a man I barely know.
“Get some sleep, Bouche,” Wraith says as if reading my mind. “I hope that helped you relax.”
“Yeah,” I grunt. “It did.”
“Good. Feel free to accidentally call me anytime.”
That comment annoys me. “Itwasan accident.”
“Didn’t say it wasn’t.” He winks. “Good night.”
“Will you be at the game tomorrow?” I ask, then immediately wish I didn’t. Way to sound fucking needy.
“Yeah. Will you be at the bar after?”
“Unless we lose our asses.”
“You won’t. Maybe I’ll see you.”
Fuck, I hope so. But I don’t say that. I put the walls back up. “See ya around.”
I end the call before he can say anything else. What the fuck was that? I gave him so much control, and I don’t even knowwhy. I had phone sex for the first time in my life. What the actual fuck? Wraith has some kind of way of breaking through the noise in my head, and that’s scary. Cool, but fucking scary.
I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to clean up. Once I’m back in bed, I fluff the pillow under my head and close my eyes. I have to admit it totally worked. My muscles are relaxed, but more importantly, my mind is quiet.
I’ll worry about why that is later.
