by Opal Carew
Simone laughed. She’d forgotten all about the ice cream. “Not yet. I was just getting undressed when you called.”
“Undressed, huh?”
She walked over to the closet and pushed the door closed. “Uh-huh.”
“Do you always eat ice cream half dressed?”
Drake’s voice was a husky caress in her ear and Simone blushed at the question. “Actually, I usually eat ice cream completely naked, but I’m not quite there yet.”
“Oh, really?” He sounded intrigued. “That’s quite an image. Now you’re making me really wish I wasn’t such a dedicated columnist. I can only imagine what you’re wearing.”
She chewed on her lower lip, suddenly feeling the urge to tease him. “Well if you hadn’t rushed off to write your column, you wouldn’t have to imagine, would you?”
He let out a groan. “I know, I know. I’m kicking myself over my misplaced work ethics, believe me. But you could at least take pity on me and describe what I’m missing.”
Even though he was on the other end of a phone and couldn’t see anything at all, the thought of describing what she was wearing to Drake had her pussy purring and she squeezed her legs together to ease the ache there a little.
“I could. But that might be a little forward. We’ve only been out on two dates after all.”
“How many dates do you normally go on before talking dirty on the phone? If it makes you feel any better, from a mathematical point of view, our two dates were technically the equivalent of six typical dates.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Well, a typical first date usually lasts an average of two hours. Ours was six hours. Which means at the end of the first date, we’d already been on three dates.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not sure if I can agree with your math, but I see your point. What about tonight’s date, though? It wasn’t exceptionally long. How do you get it to add up to three more dates?”
“That’s easy. You have to take into account the quality multiplication factor.”
“And what exactly is a quality multiplication factor?”
“The quality multiplication factor is simply the number you multiply a typical date by to derive the level of satisfaction you get on a particular date. If a typical date is a factor of one, ours equated to a three because it was three times better than any date I’ve ever been on.”
She laughed again. Her head was spinning. She’d never heard of a quality multiplication factor, but she loved the idea anyway. “I can’t argue with your logic, mainly because I don’t understand it. Math was never my favorite subject.”
He chuckled. “Then just take my word for it. We’ve had the equivalent of six dates already. So feel free to describe anything you’re wearing. I certainly won’t consider it too forward.”
She smiled as she sat down on the bed. “Well in that case, I suppose it’s okay then. I’m wearing a black lace bra, a pair of matching panties and the high heels I had on earlier.”
On the other end of the line, she could hear Drake’s indrawn breath. “On second thought, maybe you shouldn’t have described what I’m missing. There’s no way I’m going to be able to write that damn column now, not when I’m thinking of you running around your apartment half naked.”
She leaned back on her elbow and crossed her legs. “I’m not running around my apartment. I’m sitting on the bed. What’s this column of yours on anyway?”
“Financial stuff. An article on the dangers of excessive leverage in the corporate capitalization scheme.”
“Sounds boring.”
“It is,” he agreed. “Then again, compared to picturing you sitting there in nothing but a bra and a pair of panties, anything I write a column about would be boring.”
“You forgot the high heels,” she reminded him.
He groaned. “I did, didn’t I? Did I tell you that you look sexy as hell in high heels?”
Mmm, he really knew what to say to a woman, didn’t he? “No, you didn’t.”
“I meant to. They make your legs look a mile long.”
She uncrossed her right leg to lift it high in the air so she could see for herself. The strappy sandal did make her leg look longer, she supposed. “Is that a good thing?”
“It’s a very good thing. Where did you say you were sitting?”
She crossed her legs again. “I’m lounging back on one elbow, actually. But since you asked, I’m on the bed. Why?”
“Just filling in the visual image, is all. So, you’re lying back in your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of sexy black panties and a bra.”
“And high heels.” She was really starting to enjoy this game. “Is there anything else you’d like to know? To help with the visual, I mean.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, then Drake’s voice came back deeper, sexier. “You could describe exactly how the bra and panties look on you. Just so I can get a complete picture.”
Her lips curved. “Of course. Wouldn’t want you be without a complete picture after all. Which would you like me to start with first, the bra or the panties?”
“Decisions, decisions.” He was silent for a few moments, as if considering his choices. “Let’s start at the top, just so we don’t miss anything.”
She laughed. “Okay. Well, the bra is one of my favorites. It’s both comfortable and sexy, and it cups everything in just the right way. It gives me great cleavage, even when I’m lying back like I am now.”
“I don’t imagine you need too much help when it comes to cleavage. From what I’ve seen, you’re doing just fine in that department. Every other one, too, by the way.”
Score another point for Mr. Parrish. He knew how to compliment a woman, that was for sure. Her breasts were rather modest in size compared to most other women, though. Which was why she always wore a bra that gave her a little extra “oomph.”
“Don’t be silly,” she told Drake. “All women want a little help with cleavage. It’s like money and chocolate, you can never have too much. But enough about my cleavage. You asked me to describe the bra, so let me continue.”
He chuckled. “Please do.”
“Well, as I said, the bra is black lace. Actually, it’s more lace than material.” She looked down at her breasts, considering them. “As a matter of fact, you can almost see right through it.”
“Is that so?”
“It is. From where I’m sitting, I can just make out my nipples. Which are quite hard, by the way. I wonder why that is?”
Drake made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan.
Simone ran her finger along the lacy edge of the bra. She’d never done this phone sex thing with a guy before, but it was a lot of fun. “That wasn’t too much information was it?”
“Definitely not. Feel free to continue.”
She let her gaze move past her bra and down her tummy to the triangle of material covering her pussy. “Would you like to hear about my panties next?”
“I would.”
“Well, they’re black like the bra, but with just the smallest little bit of lace along the top.”
“Mmm. Sounds sexy.”
“They are. Not that there’s much to them, really.”
“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”
“I’m not so sure about that. I mean, they’re nothing more than a tiny scrap of material in the front and a tiny scrap of material in the back. In fact, they barely cover anything.”
Another groan. “I bet you look hot as hell in them, too.”
“Now that you mention it, I do look pretty hot.” She blushed even as she said the words, but Drake had a way of bringing out the bad girl in her.
“You seem to be really good at this. I think my apartment is getting uncomfortably warm right now.”
Simone laughed. “Poor boy.” She ran her free hand down her stomach and over the tiny piece of material between her thighs. “Well, if just hearing about what my little panties look like got you that
excited, maybe you should hang up before you hear what I have to say next.”
“And that would be?”
She smiled as she trailed her fingers up and down the slit of her pussy. “Just that this tiny little scrap of nothing I’m wearing is completely soaking wet.”
He groaned again. “You have no idea how incredibly hot it is hearing you say those words. I bet you’re even wetter underneath that little scrap of nothing. If I were there, you wouldn’t be wearing those bra and panties for much longer. I’d have them off you in no time flat.”
The words sent a delicious little shiver through her. “But you’re not here. So, I suppose I’ll just have to take them off myself.”
Simone didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, she set the phone down on the bed and unhooked her bra, then wiggled out of her panties. Deciding to leave her high heels on, she lay back on the bed, then picked up the phone and put it to her ear again.
“Okay, all naked—well, except for my high heels,” she said to him. “Let’s just assume you are here, Drake. Since my bra and panties are off, what is it you’d do next?”
He chuckled. “Well, first I’d slowly kiss my way up one of those long, shapely legs of yours, starting at your ankle and moving all the way up until I got to your sweet pussy.”
Drake’s voice was hot and sexy in her ear, and Simone let out a little sigh. She could almost feel his lips on her skin as he described what he’d like to do to her.
“Then I’d lightly run my tongue along your slick folds. Up one side and down the other.”
She ran her fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, pretending it was his tongue. “You like to tease, too, huh?”
He laughed. “No. I just like to take my time.”
“I like a guy who takes his time.” She dipped her finger into the opening of her pussy to get it wet. “Then what would you do?”
“After I drive you crazy with my slow, teasing licks, you mean? I’d find your excited, little clit with my tongue and make slow circles around it.”
She moaned and mimicked his words, finding her clit with her fingers and making slow, languorous circles around it.
“I’d lick your clit like that for a little while, then I’d go back to running my tongue up and down the folds of your pussy again.”
Her fingers did the same.
“Then, after I decided I’d tormented you enough, I’d go back to licking your clit,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t let you orgasm yet, though. Not until I had you writhing on the bed with pleasure and begging me to make you come with my tongue.”
The sound of Drake’s deep, husky voice in her ear turned her on as much as the things he was saying and Simone let out another moan as she moved her finger back up to her clit and made slow, little circles again. Damn, he was good at this phone sex thing.
“And after I made you come with my tongue, I’d climb between your legs and rub the head of my very hard cock along the opening of your pussy before slowly sliding inside.”
“Wait a minute,” she said. “What about my visual? Don’t you think you should tell me something about that very hard cock of yours so I can have a proper picture in mind?”
He chuckled. “Do you want me to get a tape measure?”
She laughed. “I don’t think that’s necessary. A general description will be fine.”
“Well, let’s just say my hand fits around it easily, but I’m not sure if yours will.”
Her eyes went a little wide at that. Drake had really big hands. Which meant his cock must be nice and thick. Just the way she liked it. “Speaking of hands,” she said. “Do you have one of yours wrapped around it right now?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
Now that was one heck of an erotic visual. “Good. Now, where were we?”
“Before you interrupted me, you mean? I was slowly sliding inside you.”
Her pussy clenched at the thought of having a cock as big as his inside her. “Mmm. That’s right. You can go ahead and continue.”
She thought she heard a snort of laughter on the other end of the line, but it could just as easily have been a groan.
“Your pussy would feel so damn good around me I’d want to come right away, but I’d force myself to thrust slowly at first.”
Simone closed her eyes and rubbed her clit faster. She pictured him on top of her, imagined him plunging his cock into her over and over while she wrapped her legs tightly around him.
“It would be impossible to hold back for long, though,” he said “And after a few minutes, I’d start thrusting harder and faster.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” she breathed. “That’s it.”
She moved her fingers even faster on her clit. Oh God, she was so close.
“That’s right. Come for me, Simone.”
Drake’s breathing was ragged, as if he were close to orgasm, too. She thought of him sitting in his apartment, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down while he pictured her lying in bed touching herself. She caught her lower lip between her teeth. The image alone would have been enough to make her come, but combined with the long, low groan Drake let out as he found his release, she couldn’t have stopped herself from going over the edge if she wanted to. She moaned, rolling her head from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.
Simone wasn’t sure how she managed to hold the phone to her ear while she was having an orgasm, but when she finally came back down to earth, it was still clutched in her hand. She wondered if Drake had managed to do the same. She was about to ask when he spoke.
“So, was it good for you?”
She giggled at the cheesy line, unable to help herself.
On the other end of the phone, Drake chuckled. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist. You’re amazing, you know that?”
“You’re pretty incredible yourself. So, was the whole phone sex thing.” She paused, then added, “That was a first for me, by the way.”
“Me, too.”
That both surprised and pleased her. “I can’t wait until tomorrow night so we can do it for real,” she said softly.
“Me, neither.”
Simone chewed on her lower lip. “I guess I’d better let you get back to your column.”
“Column?”
“Yeah. You know, the one about boring finance stuff.”
“Right. I completely forgot about it. Thanks for reminding me.”
She laughed. “Anytime.”
Telling Drake to have a good night, Simone hung up and lay back on the bed, using her fingers to slowly coax the last little tremors of orgasm from her clit.
God, if Drake was this good over the phone, she couldn’t wait to see what he was like when she got him into bed.
Chapter Seven
The skin on Drake’s right forearm started to tingle a little after ten o’clock the next morning. He tried to ignore it, telling himself it was his imagination. But when his entire arm and most of his chest turned that all-too-familiar shade of grayish black around noon, he couldn’t fool himself any longer. He was going zombie again.
So much for having dinner with Simone that night.
Shit.
He grabbed his cell phone and flipped it open, then scrolled through his list of contacts until he came to Simone’s name. But then he hesitated. What the hell was he going to tell her? Sorry, I can’t come over for dinner tonight, Simone, because I’ve turned into a zombie. Yeah, that’d go over real well.
This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to have coffee with Simone in the first place. With his curse, he was going to have to blow off a lot of dates and no woman in her right mind would put up with that for very long. Sure, he could try to make up lies and hope they sounded reasonable, but sooner or later she was going to dump his ass.
Damn Beck and his stupid ideas. And damn him for being stupid enough to go along with them.
It would be best to break up with Simone now, before things got any more serious. It would save them both a lot
of misery.
His heart aching, Drake dialed Simone and put the phone to his ear. This was going to hurt, but it was the right thing to do.
“Hey, Drake! I was just talking about you.”
Against his will, the corner of his mouth edged up. “I hope you were saying something good.”
She laughed. “Definitely. Hang on while I go in the other room.” There was a pause and then she came back on the line. “So, are you looking forward to tonight as much as I am?”
Her voice was as soft and sexy as it had been last night, and Drake closed his eyes. Man up, dammit. “Yeah, about that…”
He hesitated, searching for the right words. It really shouldn’t be that hard. He sure as hell had enough experience when it came to dumping women. Besides he’d only gone out with Simone twice.
“Drake?” she prompted when he didn’t say anything. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. It’s just that I’m not going to be able to come over tonight.”
On the other end of the line, Simone was silent for a long time. “Oh.”
The disappointment in her voice made Drake feel even worse than he already did. “I hate to cancel on you, but I’ve got a friend who’s going through a rough patch right now and I said I’d help him out. I hope you can understand.”
Drake winced even as he said the words. Where the hell had that come from? He was supposed to be breaking up with Simone, not giving her the most lame-ass excuse in the book.
“Of course I understand,” she said, which only made him feel that much worse. “How about tomorrow night instead?”
Just make this easy on everyone and go ahead and break up with her, dude.
But he couldn’t do it. “I’m not really sure how long this thing with my friend is going to take,” he lied. He could be in zombie mode anywhere from a few hours to a few days. “Why don’t I call you?”
God, that sounded really bad. As if he was trying to blow her off. Simone must have thought so, too, because it took her a moment to answer.
“Yeah, sure. Um, I’m having lunch with my agent, so I’d better go. I hope everything works out with your friend.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll call you. Seriously.”