Page 62 of 13 Rules For Fantastic Phone Sex

“Did I wake you, sweetheart?”

“No, I took a nap, but I was waking up when the phone rang. I had a long shift at work. My last call went on forever, and I got home late.”

I walk into my bedroom, and sure enough, the soft, warm glow casts light over my bed. I touch the lamp to make Kait’s light up. It’s the simplest things with Kait that make my life feel full and settled. The insomnia that filled my sleepless nights has calmed; the loneliness I didn’t know I was mired in has evaporated.

“Are you in bed?”

“Yes.”

The words come flying out of my mouth before I can think. “So what are you wearing, sexy?” I smile, amused. Look at me, channeling the phone sex stereotype.

“For you, hot stuff, a smile.”

Oh. Ohhh. So that’s how it is going to be today?

“Really, really?”

“I would never lie about being naked with you, Henry. Why wear clothes to bed when you have sheets this soft?”

“I do love our sheets,” I say, running a hand over my linens and imagining her here, in my bed, instead of hers. I close my eyes and try not to let my heart sprint at the thought.

“You should get between them.”

Yes, yes I should.

I strip off my tie. Is she seriously going to get off with me? She said that not getting off with callers isn’t one of her rules because it’s so obvious it doesn’t need to be stated. Before that, she told me to pay no attention whatsoever to the woman behind the curtain because it’s all fake. She tells me the truth about the phone sex business, her oddly funny rules, but not her age or her major, and certainly not her real name.

Her laughter interrupts my thoughts and fills me up. The purest joy unfurls in my stomach. “I’ve never heard someone get undressed so fast.”

“I’ve never had such a good reason.” I kick off my shoes while I undo my cufflinks and shed my dress shirt. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me, about being manhandled, you know, overpowered. How you want to be taken hard by a man.” Not a man—me. It has to be me.

“At first, I wasn’t sure—I might not do it right,” I continue.

She scoffs at that, but this is me gently tempting, inching her across her own boundaries, beckoning her to share this with me.

Please be in it with me, Kait.

“I’ve been thinking about that a lot. The entire trip home. How it would feel to hold you down, to thread my fingers with yours and pin them above your head, then take you, fucking you until you’re too far gone to resist, and you give in, willingly—no, eagerly—taking all of me.”

Her tiny gasp at my language fires me up.

I pause, letting my thoughts catch up.

“Babes, I can’t stop thinking about it. How your skin would feel against mine, the first slow slide into you, filling you hard and fast.” My voice is husky with need. “You told me what you want. The consequences of your actions are real. I’m obsessed with giving it to you.”

She nestles deeper into her covers, a tiny sigh of contentment as she settles, the familiar rustle of the down in the background.

“You’re such a control freak. So many rules. Don’t talk about sex first. So bossy, telling me how I will touch my dick.” She likes to hear me, so I take a few long, slow strokes and give myself a firm squeeze, teasing out a groan. Her breathing gets a bit shallow, a little faster, and I can’t help but smile at the effect my pleasure has on her. “Thinking about you makes me so fucking hard.”

The hitch in her breath makes my cock twitch. Are we really doing this? It’s always me getting off, never her. It’s a boundary I’ve never crossed, Kait my sensual guide, but always one step removed from the pleasure. One step away from sharing. And that has made it every-so-slightly easier to maintain emotional distance, knowing that the physical is entirely one-sided.

Kait’s quiet, but her attention has weight, and I desperately want to please her.

“Do this, don’t do that, does Henry get to touch his dick today?” A long mmm sound slips out of me with each slow stroke down my shaft, followed by a low groan as I tease the head of my cock with my thumb on a grueling downstroke.

“It’s so fucking good with you, Kait, but you always want to drive. Well, that’s just not how it’s going to be all the time. It’s my turn, sweetheart.”

Her breath is a tiny bit harsher, but she’s quiet.