AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“On the phone.”
“In person too.”
“Uh huh. But you like imagining me naked so you can fantasize about what I’m doing. Gives you more control?”
That she made it a question rather than a statement of fact alleviated the feeling that he was being psychoanalyzed. Mostly.
“You’re a fantasy at all times, believe me.” His massive hard-on proved that quite well.
“So maybe it’s time you slip your hand in your pants and tell me what you’d think about if I wasn’t on the phone. If the lights were off and you weren’t stressed about your apartment or pleasing me. You’re in charge. Running the show.”
Man, she had a bead on him, didn’t she? Especially the part about letting him be the aggressor. He hadn’t realized yesterday that he needed that, even if he hadn’t quite been ready to go for it full throttle.
Who needed a psychiatrist when Rory Fowler was around?
“You’re still dressed,” he said. “What are you wearing?”
“An old 76ers jersey and sleep shorts. They’re terrycloth but they’re so worn the fabric’s almost see-through in spots. You?”
His brain hadn’t yet moved on from see-through shorts. He glanced down at his baggy jeans and gray shop T-shirt. “Jeans and a shirt. Underwear?”
“Oooh yeah, answer that.”
Sam laughed. “Standard navy boxers.”
“Like you were wearing yesterday.”
“Yep.” He cleared his throat as an image of her slick mouth working his shaft again infiltrated his mind. “What about you?”
“No panties. I don’t wear them to bed.”
“Do you…ahh, dress that way when you have a lover too or just when you’re single?”
She was single, right? She wouldn’t have responded the way she had if she were seeing someone. He hoped. It had been so long since he’d been a part of the dating scene that maybe anything went now.
“It depends. I don’t usually have lovers stay over. But when I do, if they’re new, I have a couple little baby doll nighties I wear. You know, the kind that are more lace than fabric.”
“What colors?”
“One’s peach, one’s purple. Light peach, so that my nipples show through.”
“Oh.” Shit, shit, shit, he had to touch himself. He’d gone as rigid as an iron brand and if he didn’t get some relief soon…
“The purple’s dark. Can’t see anything through there except skin.” She let out a breath just as he closed his hand around his cock through his jeans. He couldn’t stop the groan. “Are you…”
“Yes. I had to.”
Her audible swallow went a long way to settling his nerves. “Are you hard?”
“Yes. Have been since I heard your voice. And now imagining you wearing peach lace, I’m like a damn baseball bat.”
“You’re close to that long. Not quite as wide at the fullest point.”
He had to laugh. “Join me, why don’t you? Slide down your shorts and tell me how you feel.” His hand flexed. “In detail.”
“I can do that.” For a long moment silence filled the line. Then she made that soft sound deep in her throat and his cock jumped. “Everything’s wet. My panties, my curls, my fingers when I move them in and out. And my clit’s swollen, though I don’t really know why. We’ve just been talking. Could be your voice is an aphrodisiac.”
“Yours too,” he muttered, gripping his erection. But somehow the sight of his own fingers around his length cooled his jets a little, a visual reminder of what he was about to do. What he had to do to get off, since he wasn’t the man he’d once been.
