“Is it up now?”
I snort and choke at the same time, while Keeley’s voice remains even. I can imagine the smile on her face, and it brings about my own.
“It’s getting there. What are you doing?”
“I think we should try it. What better way to take your mind off what’s happening?”
“You might be right. I don’t know… Maybe we should wait until I’m home in a few days.”
“Why?”
Because the idea of not being there when you come is not sitting well with me. I want to taste you, tease you, fuck you for the first time.“I’d just prefer to be there with you.”
“You are here. You’ll be talking me through it. Let me try, and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”
If I don’t like it?I doubt that’s going to be an issue. I’d still rather be with her in person.
“I—” A thought hits me and I pause, an irrational jealousy coursing through me. “Haveyouhad phone sex before?”
My chest burns as I wait for a response.
“No.”
“No?”Thank God.
“I want you to be my first.”
Fuuuck.My cock swells even more, pressing against the zipper of my dress pants, making me unbearably uncomfortable. I wish I’d been all her goddamn firsts. But I never considered this.
“Please,” she whispers after I’ve been silent for too long and I blurt, “Yes,” so quickly her laughter fills the air.
“Thank you. Are you sitting somewhere comfortable? Or lying down?” she asks before I hear a muffled sound over the line.
“Are you? Where are you?” Is that what’s happening? Is she getting comfortable now?
“Where do you want me?”
Holy fuck.“I don’t know.”
“You don’t? Come on, where?”
“Not the bed,” I rush out, the request sounding more demanding than I mean for it to sound. I want to be there the first time she comes with me on a bed. I want my cock buried deep inside her. I want to be staring into her eyes.
“Okay. No bed.” Keeley’s breath picks up speed, her words coming out a little frantic, and the sound is like a switch going off for me. I want to hear more. “Where?—”
“In your armchair,” I tell her. “Feet planted on the edge with your legs spread.” The visual hits my mind as I say the words, and I have to fight not to palm my cock over my pants as it begs for action.
“Okay.” Keeley hisses under her breath and it doesn’t help my situation. “I want you on the couch, pants off, briefs around your ankles.”
Jesus Christ.Instead of doing as she asked, I finally pour myself a drink, watching the brown liquid swirl around my glass.
“Are you ready?” Keeley asks, amusement in her tone.
“Yep.” My eyes flash to the couch as the lie leaves my lips. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.
“Liar.” Keeley calls me out. “You have to be able to follow instructions for this to work.”
“I’ve never been good at following instructions. I’m better at giving them.”
