“Yeah, sorry. It’s just a special body wash that I didn’t want him using and he didn’t listen.”
“Okay, and what else did he do?”
“Then he came in last night with some random woman who was a screamer,” I muttered, memories of their noise filtering through my head.
“Hell, if she was loud, it must mean he’s good. You should’ve joined them.”
“Alex!”
“Don’t Alex me, you tight wad. You probably need to get laid yourself to get Steve out of your system,” she said. I rolled my eyes and took another forkful of food into my mouth without a word. “Anyway, just give him a chance. You guys have only lived with each other for about 24 hours. It’s going to take some time to get used to each other.”
“It feels like it’s been eternity already,” I mumbled.
“Well, at least he’s nice to look at,” Alex reminded me.
“And while that’s true, he ruins the view the moment he opens is cocky asshole mouth.”
“Ha, imagine when you guys eventually have sex. It’s going to be explosive hate sex—”
“I’m never fucking having sex with him.”
“Never say never, my dear friend! I’m rooting for you to!”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I have to get ready to take some calls since he’s out of the house. I’ll call you later.”
“Okay then. Later, babes!” she said and hung up. I shook my head and laughed to myself. What little faith Alex must’ve had in me to actually think I’d consider having a roll in the sack with him. Sure, he was incredibly handsome and had the circumstances been different and he wasn’t a complete ass, I probably would’ve given him a shot. Alex was right; as loud as his lady friend was last night, I wouldn’t doubt that he was good in bed.
“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.
∞∞∞
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.”
As if it were second nature, I obliged as soon as I crested over the hill and into orgasmic bliss. “Fuck! Avery!” I screamed as my body convulsed on the couch. The pleasure the overwhelmed me was so intense I felt as if I would burst. My body jerked and trembled for nearly a minute as I whimpered his name until my orgasm passed. He groaned just as I calmed down, reaching his own release. We both sat on our respective ends of the phone in silence for a few moments, slightly panting to gain our composures.
“Wow,” I finally croaked.
He let out a satisfied sigh. “You okay?” he asked.
“I…I’m great,” I stammered, slowly sitting up on the couch. There was another awkward pause.
“As many times as you’ve said my name this afternoon, I’m sure you won’t forget it,” he teased. I smiled and shook my head.
“There’s no way I can ever forget it, Avery.”
“It’s sexy when you say it,” he whispered. There goes that odd fee
ling again, I thought as my stomach fluttered. It was definitely time to end the call. I cleared my throat.
“Well, thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. Enjoy the rest of your day, Avery.”
“Thanks for your time, my little sex kitten,” he said and hung up. If I thought I could use a nap before, it was no match for the fatigue I felt now. I grabbed my cup of coffee from the table and took a sip, nearly spitting it out.
“Cold coffee is fucking gross,” I muttered to myself as I stood and made my way back to the kitchen. I poured the coffee into the sink with a yawn. “Fuck it. It wouldn’t kill me to take a nap.” Putting the cup into the sink, I headed to my room ready for a little dream rendezvous I was bound to have with my sex god.
∞∞∞
“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this night,” he said, easing me back onto the bed.
“Did you always know you were going to marry some chick you met on a phone sex line?” I teased. A deep chuckle resonated around me.
“I knew it the moment I made you come for the first time with only a few words,” he said, planting gentle kisses along my jawline. The world was dark around me, hidden behind the silk material of the blindfold covering my eyes. His body heat comforted me as he hovered over me, the smell of his original Hugo cologne clouding my thoughts.
He ran a finger up and down my throbbing core as his tongue drew circles around my nipple, eliciting a soft groan from my lips. My body trembled at his touch, craving for more. A sweet ache pulsed between my legs, needing to feel him buried deep inside me. Impatient, I grabbed his wrist and tried to speed up the motion of his hand, but he interfered.
“No touching what’s mine,” he whispered in my ear as he pinned my hands above my head with one hand. The teasing and foreplay became too much. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my wetness, torturing me endlessly as chills rolled throughout my body.
“Please, just fuck me,” I whimpered, feeling as if I would spontaneously explode from sexual tension. He settled between my thighs and locked his lips with mine, swallowing my cry as he plunged deep inside of me in one stroke. A growl vibrated from within him as he paused and released his hold on my hands. “Can I take the blindfold off yet?”
He pulled out and slammed into me again. “Not until you come, baby.”
Each delicious, deep stroke he put inside me brought me closer and closer to the edge. This time felt different though. It wasn’t just regular sex with my boyfriend after a hard day of work. It was the first time we were making love as husband and wife. Tonight was the first night of the rest of our lives, which made this moment even more beautiful.
“I love you,” I panted, feeling up his body until my hands rested on his cheeks. He moved his head little and kissed the palm of my hand, slowing down his pace.
“My beautiful wife…I love you more than anything,” he murmured. I held him close to me as his strokes turned from hard and rough to sweet and passionate, almost bringing tears to my eyes. Being with Avery made me aware of everything I’d missed out on while I was with Steve. Everything was always about Steve and what he wanted. I’d always put myself second to him, but it was different with Avery. Avery took my wounded heart and self-esteem and healed it with his love, attention, and patience. The love we shared was so overwhelming that the mere thought of it made my heart swell.
“Avery,” I whispered as a tingling sensation crept over me.
“I always love it when you say my name,” he said softly, kissing my lips.
“I’m almost there, baby,” I moaned, moving my hips to urge him to go faster. He picked up the tempo, pounding into me harder and faster. The tingling became more and more intense as I came closer to my climax, feeling as if I could burst.
“Avery!” I screamed, practically levitating off the bed as I crashed into my orgasm. He moaned as he quickly pumped a few more times, finally reaching his own release. His fingers caressed my cheek as he placed tender kisses on the corner of my mouth as I panted below him.
“Do you think you could handle this for the rest of your life?” he asked between kisses, amusement lacing his voice.
I let out a content sigh and nodded. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He was silent for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows above me.
“Ready to remove the blindfold?” he asked. I nodded without a word, trembling in anticipation as he grabbed the top of the blindfold and pulled it up. I blinked a few times and looked around the room. Burning red candles surrounded us and the lights in the hotel room were dim. I turned and looked at the large floor-to-ceiling windows and marveled at the twinkling city lights.
“Wow…it still doesn’t feel real,” I whispered as tears burned my eyes.
“It’s very real. I love you, Ashton,” he said, turning my face back to his and kissing me. I caressed his face as his tongue explored my mouth, finding comfort in his closeness. My eyes closed, I finally felt him break the kiss, grinning when he whispered he loved me once more. I opened my eyes.
“I love you—”
I shot up in bed, disgust and terror running rampant through me.
Fucking ew.
Why would I dream about him? How could my brain play such a horrible trick by having asshole O’Shea depict Avery in my dream?
I groaned and ran my hands through my hair. I needed to get a grip on myself.
Fast.
Chapter Six
O’Shea
“I got groceries!” I exclaimed when I entered the apartment later that evening.
“I hope that means you replaced the apple juice you drank,” she drawled, not even bothering to look away from the television as she flipped channels. I kicked the door closed and headed toward the kitchen.
“Yeah, yeah. I didn’t want to hear you crying about it all night, so I did. I’m even going to put a big ol’ C on it so I know not to touch it.”
She turned around on the couch to face toward the kitchen. “You know my name doesn’t start with a C.”
“I never said it did, but Crybaby sure does,” I joked.
“Shut up, you ass,” she mumbled. I placed the bags of groceries on the counter and watched her for a few moments. Something seemed off from the moment I walked through the door, though I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
“Hopefully you’re still not mad about last night,” I said as I unpacked the groceries. She ignored me. “I mean I didn’t know she’d be as loud as she was—”
“Please. To still be mad about that would indicate that I thought about you all day,” she said.
“Not necessarily, but I mean I wouldn’t blame you if you did,” I joked with a shrug. She turned around on the couch and glared at me, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink before she quickly looked away and turned around. What the hell was that all about?
“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she mumbled.
“I would, actually.” Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn’t respond or turn around. “Anyway, so how was your day? Was it okay while you were doing your important work?”
“I’m trying to watch a movie.”
“You’re still flipping channels.”
“Because you’re talking a mile a minute and haven’t even been in the house for five minutes,” she snapped.
“Sheesh, who pissed in your Cap’n Crunch, lady?” I asked. She didn’t respond, simply flipping through channels before finally settling on Lifetime. I shook my head with a sigh, opting to just put away the rest of the groceries. This woman was going to be tough to live with if she couldn’t loosen up enough to have a simple conversation.
Once everything was put away, I looked around the kitchen. “Do you have a skillet?” I called out to her.
“Somewhere in there,” she answered.
“Yeah, that’s real helpful,” I muttered. I searched through the cabinets until I finally found the one holding the pots and pans.
“Could you be any louder?” she exclaimed from the couch as
I moved the dishes around. I smirked to myself and continued clanging pots and pans until I found the skillet. When I stood to my feet, she was on the other side of the island, giving me her signature scowl. Her nipples slightly peeked through the thin material of her tank top, causing me to fight the urge to lick my lips.
“Eyes up top,” she said, snapping her fingers.
“Right,” I said, a slight grin on my lips. She folded her arms across her chest and looked at the ingredients I left out on the counter.
“What are you making anyway?” she asked, keeping her eyes low.
“A peace offering,” I answered.
“A peace offering,” she repeated. “And what does this peace offering meal entail?”
“Chicken alfredo, one of my favorite things.”
She scoffed. “Sounds a little advanced, don’t you think?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “You don’t think I can cook?”
“I didn’t take you for the type that knew how to,” she said with a nonchalant shrug. Now it was my turn to scoff.
“Coming from a woman with a freezer full of TV dinners and other processed bullshit. I’m starting to wonder if you can cook,” I teased.
“I can cook, thank you very much. I just don’t do it much because I don’t have much time anymore.”
“Right. Your ‘important work,’” I said with air quotations. She rolled her eyes and moved over to the fridge, opening the door and peeking inside.
“There’s a marker in the basket on top of the fridge if you want to label your stuff,” she said and closed the fridge.
“Well, Satan, I don’t need to label anything. My mama taught me how to share,” I said with a smirk.
“Suit yourself,” she said with a shrug and headed back toward the living room.
“Wait, you’re not going to help me prepare?”
“Why would I help you with my own peace offering?” she tossed back over her shoulder. I shook my head.
“Whatever. I’m going to grab a shower really quick and then get started on dinner.”
“Yeah, go do that. Grease isn’t an appealing scent,” she said, a hint of a smirk on her face. I smiled and headed to the shower. Hopefully this dinner would be the start of a peaceful living environment.
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