Tonight especially, I should be schmoozing with the guest author, not pushing that off to Susannah to handle alone. Still, this fucking pic . . . I smile at Susannah sheepishly, hoping the silent recognition will be enough apology to move on as I hit Send on one last text to Kat, promising to get her back later.
Susannah’s not buying it, it seems. “Who’s so important that you’re texting them mid-show, Derrick? We’ve got a lot of information to cover tonight and I need you here with me. You could’ve at least said bye to our guest, especially after cutting her off.”
Something in her tone of voice makes me think the first question was what she really wanted to ask and the last bit about the show or guest was an afterthought.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “Just a friend,” I lie through my teeth. “She’s listening in and we’re chatting about the show.”
Susannah snorts, shaking her head and making her brown hair bounce. “Lovely. Perhaps you’d like to discuss the show with me too, considering we’re still in the middle of it?”
Damn, what’s up with her tonight? First the pre-show meeting and then busting my balls about texting Kat. For the first time ever, I’m ready to get off the air and out of here.
“My bad,” I reply, trying to keep it light. “Let’s keep it rolling for the rest of the show.”
“Of course. Just keep your head in the game. We’ve still got two hours of show left, several more emails to read, and callers too. You can’t just drift off whenever you want.” She’s back to chastising me, not responding to my semi-apology.
She’s riled up now, almost ranting. “We have to stay focused so the show doesn’t bomb tonight. The bigwigs will be listening to see how we handle a guest that’s a paying advertiser, and so far, it wasn’t stellar. She’s gone, but we still have to do a few plugs for her. Pull it together, Derrick, so that we represent the book effectively.” She rolls her eyes. “In case you didn’t know, or care, advertisers are how we actually make money for the station.”
“Fine,” I snip as I move back into position for the next bit. Maybe I was off my game tonight, but I don’t need her bitching me out. “Let’s get this done.”
It’s a lot later than normal when I get home, but it’s all I can do to get inside before I’m texting Kat again to see if she’s still up. I’ve been thinking about this all fucking night, and after the night I’ve had, I need this. I want to see more of her, but I don’t want to scare her off either.
As soon as she responds, I hit dial, calling her. Her voice is like a shot straight to my dick, breathy and low and purring like the sex kitten I know she has buried deep inside her. “Hello.”
“Kitty Kat, you don’t know what you’ve done,” I growl, yanking my shoes off and sitting on the couch.
I’m so heated that I realize I made her worry when I hear the apprehension in her voice. “What? Did I get you in trouble at work?”
I know the pic had to be a big leap for her, and I appreciate that she did that with me, for me. Quickly, I reassure her. “No, Kitty Kat, I’m not the one in trouble. You are. Because all I have been able to think about are those tits.”
Kat’s voice is lighter now, playful as she realizes everything’s more than okay, and she’s been waiting for this too. “Oh, really? Seems I did get promised a little something in return that I haven’t gotten yet. I have to tell you, Derrick. You’re my first. I have never done something like this, so go easy on me.”
I growl, something about her teasing about my being her first making my cock grow to full hardness in the blink of an eye. “Hang on, then. I have something for you.”
I lean back on the couch, pulling my shirt up and my pants down to grab my throbbing cock in my hand and snap a pic. I check to make sure it’s showing just how thick and hard I am for her and hit Send. “There you go, Kitty Kat. That’s what you do to me.”
I hear her breathe in as the pic comes through on her end and she sees what she does to me. “Damn, Derrick,” she gasps, her voice quavering, “Is all of that for me?”
We’re starting to slip into this with ease, the buildup from multiple get-to-know-you texts and flirty jokes making the initial awkwardness a thing of the past. “All yours, Kitty Kat. I need you to do something for me tonight.”
“Anything,” she replies immediately. The lack of hesitation makes me shake, knowing that she’s with me, whatever I say next. “I want to see you. I want to see you come for me. Can you FaceTime or Skype me, Kat? Let me see you.”
There’s a long, silent pause on her end, and I wonder if I scared her. “Derrick, I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that and I’m not done up. What if . . .”
She trails off, and I’m eager to put any concerns she may have at ease. “What if what? It’s just you and me like it was before, turning each other on.”
Kat sighs in my ear, her voice quiet and insecure. “What if you don’t like what you see?”
I laugh. This woman is crazy in a good way. “Kat, I already know I’ll like what I see because it’s you. I’ve pictured you a million times already, in all different shapes and sizes, and they’re all sexy as fuck because they’re you. I just want to see you for real. Are you saying that if I’m old and fat and hairy, you’ll never want to talk to me again?”
I wait a split second before I continue, “By the way, I’m none of those things, in case I just scared you.” When she chuckles a little, I know she’s relaxing and I can tell she’s thinking about it.
I hear her take a big breath, and I’m already prepping for the no I know is coming when my phone beeps.
Oh, yeah, this what I know we both need. She’s changed our phone call to a video call. My pulse pounds in anticipation, palms sweaty. I know it’s intense, but I’m so ready to show her just how intense I can be and still keep her within her comfort limits.
A huge smile breaks across my face as I accept the call, and a split second later, I see her.
Kat’s eyes are huge, the brown orbs wide with nerves, but she’s stunning. Her honey blonde hair falls in messy waves down around her bare face like she just pulled it out of a bun, and she’s wearing the same V-neck t-shirt from the picture earlier.
There’s no way to describe her except to say that she’s an angelic dream. So fucking beautiful.
She waves shyly, and I realize neither of us has said anything yet. Finally, she finds the nerve, even if her voice is small, worried that perhaps I wouldn’t accept her. “Hi, Derrick.”
I smile widely, both at having a face to match to the pure eroticism of her voice and also in surprise that this gorgeous woman would ever doubt that she is the epitome of sexiness. “Hello, Kitty Kat. I don’t want to sound trite, but . . . you are stunning.”
I watch as she bites her lip, obviously not really believing me but pleased with the compliment nonetheless. Her eyes race across my face, taking in my wavy dark hair, blue eyes, and my trimmed beard. I have a moment of uncertainty, hoping she likes what she sees too.
“You too,” she finally manages. “Well, not stunning. I mean . . . you’re handsome. Hot.”
The last bit comes out quieter, like she meant to only think it but it slipped out anyway. It makes me smile, but it’s softer, and I lean forward, setting my phone on my coffee table. “You okay? We good?”
Kat nods her head, her smoldering eyes on me through the screen driving me insane. It’s like her body knows what she wants, and most of her mind knows it too . . . but she’s got something that’s pulling her back. “Yes. I’m okay.”
I grin, planting my elbows on my knees and watching my screen like a hawk. I smile before continuing. “Take your shirt off, just like before. Show me those tits I’ve been dreaming about all evening.”
There’s a jostle on her end as she props the phone up and steps back, letting me see more of her curves. I swallow as I take her in.
She’s about average size but has a thickness to her in all the right places. I don’t even realize that I haven’t
I hear the uncertainty in her voice and finally drag my eyes back up her body slowly to meet hers, “Damn, Kitty Kat. You are so fucking sexy.”
I see her chest rise and fall as she takes in a breath, for courage, I think. I consider encouraging her more, but I back off slightly, wanting this to be her choice. I want her to want to do it for me as much as I want her to do it, so I stay quiet, my eyes rapt on her, telling her everything that I want.
After what seems like an eternity but is probably really just a few seconds, she pulls the t-shirt hem up and over her head, revealing that she doesn’t have on a bra anymore.
Her breasts are full and ripe with deep pink areolas surrounding her hard nipples. I pull my eyes away from the mesmerizing force of her nipples to scan down her body, across her nipped-in waist, soft tummy, and curvy hips to her pussy covered in black bikini panties.
They’re functional and basic, not designed for seduction but oh, so sexy anyway. The high straps curve up and over the swell of her hips, making the whole visual even sexier. My cock throbs with hunger to feel what she’d feel like against me, under me.
Somewhere deep inside, I like that she’s not done up, as she called it, not some fake version of herself that only highlights the good stuff. This is really her, just hanging out at home in comfy clothes and no makeup, and she’s letting me into her life for a moment, vulnerable and real. For that, I can only say one thing. “You’re absolutely stunning. I know I said that already, but this is better than I’ve imagined.”
She blushes but smiles. “Thank you.”
“Can you touch yourself for me?” I ask, transfixed by the image on my screen. “I need to see you . . .”
I watch as she traces her hands up her hips, across her waist, and up to cup her breasts, lifting them up and together. As she does, the uncertainty and shyness vanish in increments as she gets more aroused and comfortable with what we’re doing.
My eyes lock on the image before me, my mouth watering as I fantasize about licking her luscious mounds. I hear her make a noise, a soft moan of desire mixed with an admonition. My eyes shoot up to meet hers, and she’s smiling at me.
“Nuh-uh, Derrick,” she says, tsking me. “This isn’t one-sided. I want to see you too. Take your shirt off.”
I don’t even think. I reach back to grab my shirt and rip it over my head and off. The cotton stretches but holds enough that I don’t embarrass myself by just Hulking out of the shirt. I slide my fingers across my chest and down my stomach, letting her see where I’m put together.
“You have tattoos,” Kat mentions, looking at the ink work I had done in college. “I wasn’t expecting that, for some reason.”
I nod, looking at my left arm and ribs, the intertwining designs still something I like. “Do you like them?”
Kat’s eyes gleam and I recognize that she’s turned on. Not necessarily by my tatts, but my questions. “I guess I’ve never really thought about them before, one way or another, but right now, I want to trace them with my fingers and tease and tickle you as I draw every line across your arms and chest.”
I do what she suggests, tracing the lines I have memorized from seeing them in the mirror every day, closing my eyes and imagining it’s her soft touch. I hear her breathing hitch, and I open my eyes to see her drawing circles around her breasts, getting closer with each round to her stiff nipples, her back arching to chase her own fingers.
“Fuck, Kitty Kat. Are you ready? I need more.” She nods, giving me permission. “Can you sit down somewhere? Prop the phone up so I can see you spread wide for me.”
“Yeah, hang on . . .” There’s a bit of shuffling, and the phone swirls wildly around her room, but I’m too busy ripping my pants off to get a good look at her apartment.
In a moment, we’re both settled back down on our couches, the phones propped on the tables in front of us, and we’re both flushed with anticipation. Kat looks nervous again, excited but definitely a bit anxious. It makes her even more beautiful, the light flush of her skin letting her feel real to me. I lean forward, taking her in. “Kat, you okay?”
Her breasts shudder as she takes a deep breath, causing my cock to throb but also something else to move inside me. This woman, she’s one of a kind. “I am now,” she finally says. “Just . . . this is so hot. Crazy. And hot.”
I grin, letting her see just a hint of the bulge in my shorts. “Rub your tits for me again. Show me exactly what you want me to do. Get back in the moment, here with me.”
She does as I say, the tension leaving her body as she responds. “You too. Lean back. I want . . . I want to see.”
I smirk, knowing she’s with me now even as she stumbles a bit in her demand. I lean back on the couch, easing my underpants down until my dick comes into her view through the screen. Her breath catches, and I wrap my hand around my shaft. “This? Is this what you want to see? My cock hard for you? Because fuck, I’m rock hard for you right now.”
I give myself a few strokes, spreading the precum across the head and down my shaft as she watches. I see her pinch her nipple a bit, and the sound she makes forces me to squeeze myself tight to stop from coming right then.
“Fuck, Kat,” I gasp, trying to hold on. “More . . . I want to see your pussy.”
She bites her lip, pausing for a second before adding a pillow behind her back and adjusting to lift her feet to the table edge out of my view. She’s laid back, her pussy close to the screen and her body rising up in perspective from her wide hips to her small waist, to her lush tits, and to her flushed face. She smiles dreamily, her hooded eyes looking down her body at me. “How’s this? Can you see?”
“Oh, I can definitely see,” I reply, my hand moving slowly up and down my cock again, totally of its own volition. “I can see everything a man could ever want. I can see your pretty pink pussy, so wet for me it’s leaving honey on your thighs where you were pressing them together. Touch yourself, Kat. Tell me how wet you are.”
Her fingers move down, running up her inner thighs to brush lightly across her lips. “Mmm, I’m soaked, Derrick. I need more. Fuck, I need . . .”
Without my telling her to, she starts to trace her fingers through her lips, slipping up to coat her clit with moisture as she swirls a circle around and then begins the pattern over again. Something about her knowing her own pleasure and confidently taking it without me is so fucking hot. She’s in control right now, and I love being the lucky fucker who gets to see her in this moment of strength. I’m still slowly stroking my length, enjoying the sight before me, and I decide to let her stay in charge for now.
“What do you want me to do, Kitty Kat?”
Her eyes pop open to meet mine, and she grins naughtily. “Jack yourself off, Derrick. Fast. I need it now.”
Just her words are almost my undoing, so I give my head another squeeze, and with a breath, the moment passes so I can do as she said. I watch her fingers beginning to blur across her clit, and damn, the limits of digital technology because I want to see every detail of her hard nub pulsing as she rubs. “That’s it, Kat. Imagine those are my fingers strumming across your slick clit, spreading your juices everywhere I want to touch and taste you. Hold yourself open for me. Show me your sweet little cunt.”
I lift my hips, thrusting into my fist in time with her strokes, and I start to groan. Looking up, I realize that as closely as I’ve been watching her hand, she’s been watching me too. Knowing that she’s turned on by my body, my hand sliding up and down my shaft does it and I can’t hold back. “Kat, fuck, baby. I’m gonna come. Come with me.”
She cries out, her head falling back and her eyes rolling as her orgasm overtakes her. Seeing her so gone like that is all I can take, and I come too, the thick ropes slicking the way for the last few strokes.
We catch our breaths, our pants slowing as we come back to awareness. Kat’s eyes are wide as she sits forward, robbing me of the beautiful sight of her pulsating pussy but at the same time gifting me with the flushed, smiling face of this angel I just came with.
“Fuck, Derrick. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in . . . well, maybe never. I thought you tore me apart last time, but this time was even more intense.”
She’s done, already satisfied and settling, but I’m roaring inside. That orgasm was probably the hardest I’ve ever come too, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need her. I know my voice is full of gravel, every touch of my trademark velvet gone as I’m filled with lust.
“Kitty Kat,” I rasp, staring into her eyes. “I know I said it earlier, but I need you. Let me come over. Fuck, I need your sweet pussy.”
She blinks, then grins. “Here’s my address. Hurry.”
Chapter 10
Kat
I sit back, my still-damp thighs trembling, whether in fear of what the fuck I just did or in anticipation of what the fuck is about to happen, I’m not sure.
Oh, my God, I told him yes. Derrick “The Love Whisperer” King, the sexiest man on radio and the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, is on his way to my apartment right now.
What am I doing?
I need to . . . something. When I told him my address, he said it would take him fewer than twenty minutes to get here. He told me not to get dressed, to stay just like I am, but sitting here is killing me.
I know. I’ll call Elise. Probably a good idea for someone to know that I have a stranger coming to my house anyway, but she’ll tell me if this is crazy or not because it feels crazy. Making sure I’ve turned off my camera, I dial her number, running my fingers through my hair as it rings.
“Kat,” she greets me, not surprised at all that I’m calling her this late at night. “What’s shaking, baby?”
“Elise, this is urgent. I need your advice.”
Elise’s voice immediately sobers, and I can hear her sit up. She’s probably been binge-watching TV again. “What’s wrong? Need something?”
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