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“Guess I’ll never know,” I mused to myself as I finished the last of my breakfast and put my plate in the sink. Enough with thinking about my roommate. There were horny men waiting for me on the phone.
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The morning was relatively quiet for calls, the phone not ringing until around lunchtime. I’d just poured myself a cup of coffee when the phone rang. “Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies; I’m Natasha. What’s your fantasy this afternoon?” I drawled, stifling a yawn. I could really use a nap right now.
“Natasha, Natasha. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” a husky voice murmured into the phone. I raised an eyebrow as I grabbed the creamer, pouring a little into my cup as an amused smirk touched my lips.
“You have, huh? That’s sexy. May I ask the name of my secret admirer?”
“I’m no secret admirer. I’m sure it’s hard to forget a person who made you come during a call,” he said, his voice having a playful air to it.
I froze in mid stir. It was Avery! Of course I couldn’t let this strange man know that I’d thought about him since our last conversation. The last thing I wanted to do was appear weird or desperate.
“Ah, you’re so right. Of course I couldn’t forget about you…um…” I trailed, pretending to forget his name.
“I’ll spare you this time since you’re a busy woman, but it’s Avery. And you’ll remember it after tonight,” he said.
I almost had to laugh at myself. Maybe Alex was right again; maybe I did need to get laid. The only action I really got was from when I worked, and that was only when Avery called. This guy could be some creep spanking his monkey in his parents’ basement for all I knew. Either way, he excited me and was able to seduce my body with his words alone.
“You sound pretty confident. I mean you said so yourself that it would be hard for me to remember you since I’m so busy. How do you plan on standing out, Mr. Avery?” I asked, taking my coffee to the living room. He chuckled.
“You’ll see, sex kitten. What do you have on for me this afternoon?”
I glanced down at my cut off denim shorts and fitting white tank top, cursing myself for truly not wearing sexy attire for him.
“I’m only wearing crotchless panties right now, I answered.
“Mmm…easy access to that sweet pussy of yours,” he growled. “I want you to imagine my tongue flicking against your nipples, making them nice and hard.”
I bit my lip to stop the audible gasp that was bound to escape. My nipples pushed against my tank top as a dull throb started at my core. After a failed attempt of trying to giggle seductively, I cleared my throat.
“I’m already so wet for you—”
“Shh…don’t say a word. I just want you to lay back and allow me to make you come,” he nearly whispered. I was in no condition to object. I needed an orgasm after the week I’d had with Steve and now O’Shea.
“Are you comfortable, Ms. Natasha?” His voice soothed me as he spoke. I nodded, and then realized he couldn’t see me.
“Yes,” I said in a throaty confirmation. His light laugh sent a chill down my spine, causing me to tremble a bit from anticipation of the unknown. Even though I’d never met the man, he did things to me that Steve hadn’t been able to do without physically touching me. They always said that when someone took away one of your senses, your remaining ones would be enhanced. He proved that theory in every way with this phone call. His voice alone stirred things within me that I’d wanted to remain dormant, things I vowed I wouldn’t utilize for a long time: desire, lust, wanting to be loved and wanted. It made me a bit uncomfortable, which was bound to turn me off from this whole situation. Get it together, Ash. He’s just a random caller.
“I’m so wet for you, Avery,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I unbuttoned my shorts and slipped my hand inside my panties. I bit my lip as I ran my finger up and down my wet slit.
“That’s good to hear, baby. You’d be even wetter if my mouth was around that sensitive clit of yours,” he said softly. The intensity of the throbbing between my legs increased as his words sunk in. I allowed my mind to wander, imagining a bearded, muscular guy with his head buried between my legs, sucking and lapping at my wetness. The thought caused me to grin. Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing that I didn’t know what he looked like. That allowed me endless possibilities of imagining whoever I wanted him to be. In my mind, he could always be the incredibly hot sex god instead of that living-in-his-parents’-basement creep that’d crossed my mind earlier.
His voice broke through my thoughts once more. “I want you to put two fingers inside yourself,” he murmured. I obeyed without hesitation, moaning in pleasure at the penetration. He growled, indicating the pleasure he got out of hearing me satisfy myself.
“That’s it, baby. Go a little faster,” he whispered. I followed every command he gave me.
Faster.
Slow and deep.
Fast and hard.
Nice and slow.
“I’m almost there,” I breathed, my back arching as I fingered myself near the edge.
“I want you to imagine coming all over my hard cock, baby,” he hissed. My breaths turned into needy pants as I neared the edge. “When you come, I want you to scream my name.”
