Protective Love (Hidden Secrets)

by P. J. Belden

  “Oh yes, Ma’am.”

  I smiled.

  “Spit on your hand.”

  Sure enough, he did. Oh, this was going to be great.

  “Stand up and smack your ass hard.”

  I had to pull the phone away from my mouth to keep him from hearing me laugh. He actually smacked his ass!

  He moaned.

  “I am running my tongue down your shaft. Can you feel it?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Smack you ass harder for not addressing me properly.”

  He did and groaned. The fucker was actually hurting himself because I told him so.

  “Sorry, Ma’am.”

  The teasing and taunting went on for a few more minutes. He was a quick sprinter to the finish so I didn’t have much time. I picked up my house phone and dialed his house phone. What Mr. Stud muffin here didn’t realize is I knew he was living with his girlfriend because his mom kicked him out. When she answered seemingly in another room, I went into action.

  “Oh Jay, fuck me harder… Yeah…”

  “Oh Candy, you feel so good. Yeah… Yeah…”

  I had both phones on speaker phone so she could hear everything going on. The next thing I hear is her screaming at him and heard a sound that could only have been the sound of him falling to the floor.

  “Son of a fucking bitch! Ah shit! Son of a bitch!” He cried.

  “Good I hope you broke your fucking dick! Get out of my house…”

  I hung up.

  Jayson had it coming to him. We were together a few years back and while he was with me he had cheated on me so many times in one week on spring break. The minute he returned I dumped his ass flat and told him that maybe he should think about who he brings on his next trip for wild random fucking. One of my best friends went with him and told me everything.

  That was how the idea for starting my phone sex line started. It has actually become a profitable business now and helps cover costs for all the non-profit work I do during the day for doctors and animal shelters. My phone rings breaking into my thoughts.

  “Hello, this is Candy. What fantasy can I help come true for you tonight?”

  “Um, Hello Candy. I have never called these things before, but well…”

  “You need a release, but don’t want to do it alone?”

  “Yeah. Sounds stupid doesn’t it?”

  “Not at all. How about we take this one step at a time?”

  “Yeah, I would like that.”

  This man’s voice was unbelievably sexy. It was hard to believe he had no one in his bed right now. Just the sound of his voice had me all hot and bothered. The way it rumbled through the phone and went straight down to pool between my legs. It was deep and husky. This phone call was going to be fun.

  “What do you want me to call you?”

  “Um, can you just call me some kind of pet name?”

  “Oh sure. Anything for you baby?”

  “Yeah, I like that.” He sighed. “You have one hell of a sexy voice.”

  “So do you baby. Tell me… what do you look like?”

  When he didn’t answer right away, I knew he wasn’t sure what to tell me. He really was a phone sex virgin. This was going to be my best call by far. Maybe the night won’t be so bad after all. I might even enjoy myself and give him this call for free.

  “Are you tall?”

  “Six foot four inches.”

  “Mmmm. I like them tall. Do you work out? Have a muscular build?”

  “I, uh, have a demanding job so I am pretty fit.”

  “Mmmmm…”I purred. “I love the feel of my hands running up your amazing chest and running my nails down, baby. Can you picture it? Can you feel it?”

  “Yeeeaaahhh…” He sighed.

  “You’re a bit taller than my five foot seven inches, baby. I am running my hands up your chest again and wrapping my arms around your neck, staring into your beautiful… what color eyes do you have baby?”

  Honestly, all this description wasn’t really needed, but this was for my pleasure this time as well. I wanted a good image of him in my head. This would be the kind of man I would love to come home to. Why he was having to call a sex line was beyond me, but I am glad it was mine.

  “Green. I have green eyes.”

  Oh this guy was too damn much. His already orgasmic voice got even deeper and huskier the more turned on he became. I could come apart at the seams talking about mergers as long as he was talking.

  “Perfect. I am staring into your beautiful green eyes. Rising slowly on my toes, I lick my lips before pressing my lips to yours.”

  Because he wanted a pet name, I went with a more boyfriend/girlfriend kind of scene. I hope it was what he was looking for. When he growled, I knew I had to be on the right path. That growl turned to liquid form in my body and pooled between my legs. I was so fucking horny right now. I never got horny on these calls.

  “Running my hands down your neck and across your shoulders as my tongue dances with yours. Moving my hands to your chest, I run my nails down again scrapping across your nipples…”

  He groaned, which made me smile.

  “I move my lips to your neck, slowly kissing and licking my way down the same path that my hands just took; stopping at your nipples, biting them ever so lightly.”

  Again he groaned. I could hear his breathing change. It gave me the confidence that I was going in the right direction with the fantasy.

  “Moving lower and lower over your stomach and down to the waistline of your…”

  “… Boxers, Angel. All I have on are boxers.” He panted.

  “Leaving a little bite trail around your waistline, I move my hands to the inside of your boxers and slowly lower them down and let them drop to your ankles.”

  “Yes…” He sighed.

  “Oh, you’re so big baby…”

  There was no way this guy was not hung with the description I had in my head of him. He was not only long, but he had to be thick as well.

  “It’s all for you, Angel.” He whispered.

  Boy did I wish it were true and I loved how he didn’t deny his size. It makes me wonder if he really was hung or just cocky. Either way I was extremely turned on right now. I don’t know how long it has been since I have actually had sex, but this guy’s voice was driving me insane with need, desire, wanting…

  “I wrap my hand around it and slowly start to stroke it, from the base to the tip and back again. Leaning in, I twirl my tongue around the head before taking you in my mouth.”

  His breath whooshed out and into the phone. He was seriously into this fantasy. It would be a flat out lie if I said I wasn’t. Every time he said ‘Angel’ it did things to my insides.

  “Oh Angel, I love the feel of your mouth on me. You suck me so well.” He panted.

  “Mmmmmm…”

  “Are you wet and ready, Angel? I need you.”

  “Oh God, yes…” I breathed.

  I didn’t mean for that to slip out, but it did. Praying like mad that it didn’t fuck up the scene here, I went and grabbed the bottle of soda sitting next to me and put it in my mouth, then made a slurping like noise as I took it out of my mouth.

  “I need you, baby. Kiss me.” I breathed again.

  There was no stopping my hand from doing the same thing that I wished were his doing. Before I realized it, my hand was in my shorts and I could feel the effects his voice and this scene were having on me.

  “I need you too… badly. Make love to me. I have never been this damn hard in my life.” He breathed pleadingly.

  “I push you to a lying position on our bed and slowly crawl up and straddle your hips. I take your hard cock in my hand and slowly lower myself down on you.”

  “Oh shit! You feel amazing, Angel.”

  “Mmmm, so do you.”

  “Faster, Angel, Faster. I am getting close and I want you to fall with me. I won’t fall before you.”

  “Placing my hands on your chest I ride you faster and faster… Oh Go
d! Oh God!...”

  “Fuck yes! Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…”

  “Oh baby…” I cried out as my orgasm hit me. In the midst of my body shattering, just by a vision of riding a man with the sexiest voice I have ever heard, I heard him roar.

  “Fuck Angel, I’m falling with you! HOLY SHIT! Ahhhh…Uhhhh…” He exhaled a big breath and then all I heard was his ragged breathing.

  “Mmmmm… baby that was amazing.”

  “Thank you Angel. You were amazing.”

  “Have a good night. Thanks for calling. You made my night.”

  “No wait! You need payment right?”

  “No, Hun. This one was on me.”

  “Is, uh, is this only your line?”

  “Yes…”

  “Okay, great. Talk to you again soon, Angel. Goodnight.”

  When he hung up the phone, I stared at it for a minute. I have never done anything like that before. Usually this shit doesn’t affect me at all. What was it with that voice that caused me to lose train of thought and actually get wrapped up in the fantasy? What made me create the fantasy that I did?

  Even though I was more confused than ever with my reaction to just a voice, I knew that it was the best orgasm I have ever had. That man could have a career in phone sex as well. Laughing, I waited for my next call to come in. No matter what crazy, weird, psycho thing called in tonight… I would still be thinking about that man, that voice, and the way he made me feel, hoping he would call back again… soon.

  CHAPTER TWO

  ~CARSON~

  Lying there on my bed, I stared at the ceiling. My eyelids were heavy and my breathing was still coming down. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that phone sex could be like that. That woman was amazing, it was no wonder that she was in the business she was in. I am going to have to remember to thank Tommy tomorrow for being an asshole.

  About a week ago, Tommy had put a card with a playboy magazine in my locker at the gym as a joke about me not dating. Inside the card was the number for “Fantasies Your Way” hotline, along with a message.

  Since your gay now, maybe you can remember your straight days with this book and this voice. Who knows this chick could turn you back…

  I wanted to kick his ass. Because of recent events, I have learned to control my temper. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I was finally released back to fight again. After promising my mother no more stupid antics, I took a deep breath shoved the shit in my bag and went home and pretended my punching bag was Tommy’s head.

  It took a week for frustrations and not wanting to sink to watching porn before I finally called the number and boy did I wish I would have called sooner now. That was the most explosive orgasm I have had… ever now that I think about it. Her voice in itself was making me hard. When she called me baby… I groaned when my cock twitched. Sleep… I needed to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.

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  “Dude! Where the hell have you been?”

  “Sorry… I had one hell of a night, you wouldn’t believe it.”

  “I couldn’t give two shits about it, right now! You promised you’d be here in time to relieve me before my first appointment. Now I am ten minutes behind.”

  “Jake, man… Take a shit would you! I’m fucking here! Stop bitching like a girl and get the fuck out of here.”

  The evil glare from my brother had me about falling over laughing. I was in a great mood this morning, even if I had to come here and do this for a few hours before I had to be at the gym for more training.

  “Kay! You have everything you need?”

  “Yeah, go be cute and do whatever you have to do for them to donate more. Colt is going to host a football dog something or other. Hell, I don’t know. If this is going to work, I need your help.”

  The more people that came around, the more nervous my sister got. I walked over and gave her hug. She has been through enough. I hoped she would soon begin to heal, but even I knew that may not happen.

  “Go to your office lock your door and do all the work you need to. I have you covered for a few hours. I promise.”

  She nodded her head. “Thank you, Curry.”

  “Love you, sis. I will knock when I need to leave.”

  I stood there and made sure her door was locked, before I moved out to where I needed to be. There was no way in hell I was letting anyone hurt my family anymore. If someone dared, I would die protecting them. My fucking family needed a break. They needed happiness and peace. I would do whatever I had to do to make sure that happened. I think my brothers felt the same way.

  The time passed quickly as I worked my magic raising the money needed for this new organization that was going to be built to help stop dog fighting. My sister treated so many helpless dogs from dog fights only to have them return or die. It was a hard thing for her to handle. The police department had a task force that worked hard to try and break these up, but they just couldn’t get people to come forward enough.

  That was the purpose of “Fighting for Dogs” organization. They were going to be working with the police as a call center and shelter. Hopefully between the two something will be done about these. I am an animal lover just as much as my sister, so I was all for this organization and actually helped fund the building being built and will help cover costs as well.

  Before I knew it, my time was up and I needed to get to the gym. I was headed out after letting my sister know when a voice stopped me dead in my tracks. My cock was instantly hard. I quickly scanned the room trying to place where that sultry, seductive, completely addictive voice was coming from. There were so many people in the room, I couldn’t place her. The voice filled my ears again. I scanned faster and just as I was about to turn, I saw a dark haired woman. She seemed to be about the right height. Just as I was going to walk over to her, she disappeared into the crowd. I tried to find her again, but all I could see was her back. I just couldn’t find her again.

  DAMN IT!

  “Later, Colt! Stop by tonight if you want to see the new piece.” I yelled at my brother to be heard over the talking. Kay walked up and I gave her one last hug and left.

  Thanks to that voice, I had extra energy to work off. I have not seen her face and have no idea how old she is or if she is even available, but that woman in one night has taken over my body. It never reacts to anyone like that, but this woman not only got that reaction… I craved the reaction.

  As I punched the bag, I pictured every arrogant asshole that has hurt my family and beat the hell out of it. You want to make an enemy of me… threaten my family. One guy at the top of my list right now… Alex Greene. He and I go way back, at one point we used to be friends. That asshole… I punched the bag with so much anger and force it popped right off and flew a foot before landing on the ground.

  “Carson, I told you to work out not kill the equipment.”

  “Sorry.” I huffed.

  Moving to the next one, I started to beat the shit out of it. There hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I haven’t thought about what he has done to my sister. Not a day that I do not blame myself for it. It was guilt and it was eating me alive. My gambling got her into the mess she was in and now… now…

  “CARSON!”

  “WHAT!” I screamed.

  “I think you need to take a break. Go home. Take a shower. If you can’t get it out of your head man, I can’t put you in the ring. Even if it meant a definite win. It wouldn’t be right.”

  Wiping the sweat from my face with the towel that Connor tossed me, I sighed. No matter how hard I worked at it, no matter how much I tried to distract myself, I just couldn’t get it off my mind.

  “I can’t get it out of my head, Connor. I just…”

  “You’re blaming yourself for something that you had no control over, son. You’re blaming yourself for a situation that I am sure would have happened regardless of your previous debt. As long as you blame yourself for it, it will always be with you. It will always be in your
head, destroying you. Then he breaks not only your sister, but you too. Do you want him to have that power?”

  Though what Connor was saying made sense it pissed me off. I turned to the body bag and began to kick and swing like someone possessed. My surroundings blurred it was pure rage pouring through me. My muscles jumped and tensed and stretched with every movement. My target was no longer a body bag, but Alex fucking Greene.

  Suddenly, ice cold water splashed me knocking me from my daze.

  “What the fuck!”

  “Get your ass home now! If you can’t get your head together… soon… I can’t fight you!”

  Storming off, I punched the locker room door open. It banged against the wall and caused the guys in the locker room to stare at me. Standing in front of my locker, I stared at it unable to shake what happened to Kayla because of me. I slammed my fight through the locker next to mine and kicked through my own locker. I was getting ready to slam my fist into another locker when arms came around and held my arms down and squeezed tight.

  Son of a bitch!

  This was familiar from childhood, the only one of my siblings that dared to challenge me…

  “Let me go, asshat!”

  “No! Not until you calm the fuck down!”

  “I am telling you Eli, I am not in the fucking mood. Let me go!”

  “Connor called me and apparently he needed to do it sooner. If you aren’t going to chill out, then let’s take it to the ring.”

  I laughed. “Eli, I would kill your old ass!”

  “Challenge accepted. Let’s go!”

  Eli didn’t let me go. He held me in the vice grip and walked me out to the ring. Do you think he let me go then… NOPE! He threw my ass into the ring.

  “Keep your ass right there. I need to get out of my suit.”

  With that, he walked off and was back in shorts and tennis shoes. Guys that witnessed the whole situation stood around. I even heard a couple of them telling my brother not to go against me when I got like this. Eli just shrugged and stepped into the ring.

  “I am going to enjoy kicking your ass, Eli.”

  I jumped up and down and rolled my head around to loosen myself up for the fight. In my early years, Eli trained with me in order to help keep me focused. He was now a lawyer and spent most of his time behind a desk. He had no idea what he was walking into.