Page 32 of 13 Rules For Fantastic Phone Sex

“If I was there, I’d watch, bear witness to your pleasure,” she says, matter-of-fact. She’s unrushed, unafraid, and enticing. “Show me everything.”

If she keeps talking like this, I won’t last.

“Henry, I want to wrap my hand around you, your hand over mine, and you teach me exactly how to take care of you,” she says, her tone almost hopeful, like discovering the edge lines of my comfort zone arouses her. “Would you do that for me?”

“Anything for you, babes.” I fling my arm over my face, burying my eyes in my elbow. Stick me in a hundred-million-dollar negotiation, and I’m Authoritative and In Charge Yet Still Approachable Henry. Kait cranks up the heat, and I’m Bashful Dwarf Sterling.

I’ll play her game, but for the woman, not the persona. “Kait, what do you think is hotter: a bit disheveled or fully naked?” A surprised little groan from her hits between my legs, and my cock twitches against the weight of my blankets.

“Mmmm.” She sighs. “Mmm. No question, you in a suit, too turned on to bother getting completely undressed. Pants unzipped. Too aroused to waste time. Leaning against the wall just inside the door because you can’t wait a second longer. Barely in the door, and your shirt is yanked free. Only enough to get the job done.”

“Babes, I’m going to loosen my tie, but take my time since you’re watching. Cufflinks off. I carefully roll up my sleeves. Untuck the shirt and slowly slide my belt out of the loops. Unbutton. Unzip one millimeter at a time.” An undressing at the speed of glaciers would serve her right for all of the nights she’s made me ache. I taunt her. “Might even stop and hang up my tie to make sure it doesn’t get any wrinkles.”

“Henry Sterling, you’re a dirty tease. I knew you were naughty under the proper, dignified adult. Yum.”

I’m straining against my briefs, the seam digging into my heated flesh. “For you, Kait, I’d reach down and give my hand a good, hard fuck.” Her sharp intake of breath slices through the silence. I rarely curse, but this is ours alone. She demands my truth, and I’m delivering. “I’ll edge myself, taking a few hard, long strokes, then slow again. I’ll hold out to give you more.” I resist the urge to reach into my boxer briefs.

“Damn, Henry. Damn.” Her voice is a ragged whisper, and that revs my engine hard, like she’s mashing my accelerator to the floor.

She’s breathless. My little control freak is miles from unaffected. Does anyone ever turn the tables on her, making her the needy and desperate one?

I’m weeping precum, a sticky puddle growing on my skin. “You turned on and wanting me as much as I want you makes me throb, Kait.” I’m breathing faster but resting my hands on my stomach, my cock straining against the heavy press of bedding.

“Anything for you. Anything.” Apparently, I’ve started telling secrets too. “Eyes on me, Kait. If we’re going to play, you’ll be looking in my eyes while we do.”

“Henry.” She sighs my name. It’s delicious on her lips.

Not touching is killing me. The ache is a torment and spurs me to speak. “If I’m going to work myself over for you, I need your eyes on me. My hands started shaking when you said you want to watch me.” She makes a low murmur of approval at my confession. “I’m going to sit in your big, comfy chair with my hand on my cock, sweetheart.”

In her favorite place, in her real world.

I might be screwing this up, but I’ll go big before I go home. “You’re the rules girl. I’m warning you right now, sweet Kait, I’m the one who will make you break them, and you can thank me for the privilege.” It’s a threat and a promise. Her staccato breaths tell me she likes it.

She’s curled up in that chair right this second. “You don’t let anyone sit in your special fancy chair, do you? No one is allowed to sit here, are they?” It’s game on, Kait. “I’m going to lean back and relax.” I pause; she never rushes, so neither will I.

“No one ever sits in my chair but me.” Her raspy words make my cock jump, precum flowing in a steady leak that quickens with her voice.

“Babes, I do.” A faint mmmm from her makes me bolder. “I’m sprawling in it, spreading my legs and taking my cock out.” The rustle of her body against that plush fabric of her chair is like the town crier; she’s squirming. “You’ll think about more than drinking tea the next time you look at your pretty blue chair.” I send up a prayer for willpower. I haven’t reached under the sheets, but I’m not going to last long, talking like this.

“I’m going to fuck my hand right here in your chair, babes.” Her breath hitches at my filthy words. “Every time you sit here, you’ll think of me and remember the way your name sounds as I finish.”

She’s silent in the wake of my words.

Oh no, I’ve overstepped with that little taunt. The quiet lengthens, anxiety creeping in like a dark tide, and I’m on the edge of panic when she unleashes, control spiking every word.

“You,” she says, her sexy murmur making me ache, “are going to get off.” Heat rushes to my cock as she assumes command. A long exhale follows, and then she continues, faster, urgent. “For me. And, Henry? Fair warning, once won’t be enough.”

Shit. She knows I’m addicted, unable to stay away.

Kait drops a truth bomb on me. “I’m going to need this over and over again—once won’t satisfy me. I’ll make you filthy promises, tell you all the ways I’ll get you off. Then do exactly that.” She lets out a delicious sigh.

“I have to. I can’t not—” I can’t think when my cock throbs with my heartbeat, faster with every passing moment.

“Be my hands, Henry.”

I slide my hand below the blankets, diving under my sheet and slowly dragging my cold fingers over my damp skin until I brush over the hot dome of my cockhead. The cool of my fingertips is a relief against my heat, and I smear the slippery drops all over before I thumb the slit and sensitive notch on the underside. My swollen length slides into my grip, my pulse pounding in my ears. If my breaths don’t give me away, the whimper I fail to stifle when I graze my shaft does.

“Does it feel better when you do it with me, babe? Tell me how you like it?”