I shook my head as I rolled my eyes. “What makes you so sure I want it?”
“I told you I can read body language. You wouldn’t be so uptight if you were being fucked properly.”
I supposed that was true. Even before the break up, Steve and I hadn’t slept together in months, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to. He was always too tired or not in the mood to be bothered anytime I’d try to initiate sex. That should’ve been a sign that he was seeing or getting it from someone else, but I was so naive and deeply in love that I disregarded everything the universe presented to me.
“I’ve been managing quite fine, thank you,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“That’s too bad,” he said. “It’s already taking everything in me to stay in my room instead of coming into yours right now. I’m already imagining how good you taste. Can’t wait to see that soft, creamy skin of yours flush with heat when I have your clit in my mouth, savoring every drop that wet little pussy gives me.”
I squeezed my legs together as tight as I could and took a deep breath. He sure was laying it on thick to win this bet. Then again, this was still supposed to be phone sex and I had to give him what he paid for. I cleared my throat.
“Just so you know, this phone conversation doesn’t count toward the bet,” I stated.
He snickered. “Why would it count, sweetheart? Nothing counts unless I’m balls deep inside of you with your legs wrapped around my waist. So you’re safe…for now.”
“So you say,” I answered. The five-minute warning sounded and there was a slight pause before O’Shea spoke.
“I just bought some more time. No more small talk. I want you to come for me.”
“What?” I stammered.
“Exactly what I just said.”
“But…I don’t know if I can do that now,” I said, my voice small. “I already feel weird that you're still calling me.”
“Okay then.” He paused for a minute. “Then I’ll come for you.”
“What?”
“Are you hard of hearing this evening?” he asked with a chuckle.
“No, I just…why?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I won’t hide the fact that I want you, Ashton, long before I found out you were a phone sex operator,” he stated softly. I swallowed hard. “But yeah, tonight I’m going to come for you. I even left my door cracked in case you’re curious.”
“I'm not,” I blurted, though that was a lie. My core clenched with need at the thought that he was only a few feet away, masturbating at the thought of me. Desire washed over me, but I did my best to block it out. The bet hadn't even been in effect for six hours and I refused to cave this early. I knew exactly what he was trying to do and I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. For now, I'll play his little game, but I needed the upper hand.
“Too bad. If only you could see how hard I am right now. Nine hard inches throbbing and ready to fill that tight pussy of yours,” he murmured.
“Oh, is it?” I asked with a smirk, lying back on my bed. Despite how weird I felt, I still had to stay in character and treat him as if he was a regular caller. Well, treat him as if I thought he was still Avery. “Then that is too bad. My pussy has been craving some inches lately. It’s getting wet at the mention of it.”
“I already told you that you only have to say the word and it’s yours,” he replied, his tone almost a whisper. I giggled.
“Not when I have home cooked meals and foot massages on the line. In the meantime, I’ll just touch myself at the thought of you being deep inside me, making me come all over your hard cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell yeah,” he growled. “But we’ll see how much you can really take when the time comes. It’s easy to say you can handle nine inches now when you’re just talking about it.”
“You’ll be surprised,” I said. I thought about his cracked room door, debating with myself whether or not I wanted to take a peek. He obviously wouldn’t exaggerate on his size if he dared me to come watch him, but maybe he only did so because he didn’t believe I’d do it? I stood and walked over to my door, hesitating as my hand reached out toward the knob. Was I sure I wanted to do this? Would seeing him in his sexual element cause me to crack when my resistance was already so fragile? Just a quick peek and that’s it, I told myself, opening my room door a little. Just as he said, his bedroom door was cracked just a bit, but I was too far away to see anything.
“Fuck, this feels good,” he groaned. “But it would feel even better if it were you.”
“I know it would. Just imagine my tongue licking up your shaft before putting you into my mouth, sucking you slowly,” I breathed, moving closer to his door. He finally came into view, though I could only see his lower body as he was lying across the bed, his feet on the floor.
“Definitely can’t wait to see those sexy lips wrapped around my cock,” he whispered. His hand moved quickly along his hardened cock, making my stomach tighten with desire. A tingling sensation settled down at my core as I watched him, becoming so turned on that I found myself walking closer to his door.
“Don’t stop, baby,” I murmured, my heart racing in my chest.
He stroked a little slower at the sound of my words. Had he heard me? “Tell me what you’d do to me right now,” he said, his voice filled with lust and desire.
“I wouldn’t even know where to start. I’m so wet right now that I could just straddle you and ride you until we both come, but I’d have a strong desire to taste you first,” I answered honestly, unable to take my eyes away from him.
“I like the sound of that. But tell me, sex kitten…what’s stopping you from taking the final few steps and just coming in for a closer view?”
I took a step back. “I was only curious,” I managed to get out as my throat went dry. Before I could even blink, he’d crossed over and opened the door, standing before me naked from the waist down. He stared at me for a few moments before walking the few steps separating us and devouring my mouth, his strong hands holding the sides of my face. An involuntary moan slipped from my lips at the amount of passion behind his kiss. He lit my body on fire and my grip on my resistance failed me with each passing second. One of his hands moved down along the curve of my body, reaching back to firmly grip my ass.
“Just as soft as I thought,” he said in between kisses. My mind screamed for me to stop him, but I pressed my body into him instead, eager to feel his touch on my heated skin. His eyes looked for confirmation as his fingers traced along the waistband of my leggings. Words were stuck in my throat as I looked up at him, hoping the lust I felt showed in my eyes. He pulled the leggings down to my knees, moved my thong aside, and ran two fingers up and down my slick core, causing me to shiver.
“Look at that,” he murmured into my neck before kissing it. “You’re soaking wet for me.” He pushed my feet apart slightly with his foot, moving me back until he had me pinned against the wall. My body buzzed with excitement when I felt his erection against me. He kissed me again as his fingers found my clit, stroking it gently. Feeling bold, I reached out and grabbed his erection, stroking his hardness in my hand. Satisfaction filled me when he growled, but he pulled away from my touch.
“Sorry,” I blurted, suddenly feeling embarrassed. What the hell were we doing? He was half naked and I’m standing here with my leggings around my knees with this man’s hand in my panties. This whole time I thought I’d be able to last, but this man led me into temptation that I wasn’t even sure I wanted to resist anymore.
He held my gaze as he slipped two fingers inside of me. A small gasp escaped my lips as he moved his hands, pumping his fingers quicker inside me. I dropped the phone on the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck, locking our lips together once again.
“Let me know if you want me to stop,” he whispered upon my lips. I almost laughed. We were in way too deep to stop at this point.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, squeezing his biceps as pleasure overwhelmed my body.
His eye
s darkened as he looked at me. “You said you’ve been managing just fine, but this greedy pussy of your says otherwise,” he mentioned, a wicked grin on his lips. “I feel how tight you’re squeezing my fingers, desperate for an orgasm. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you come?”
“Please,” I whimpered. He bit his lip.
“It’s so fucking sexy when you beg,” he growled. He pumped his fingers faster as I bucked against his hand, feeling myself getting closer to the delicious orgasm I sought. The palm of his hand slapped my clit as he thrust his fingers inside of me, chills rolling down my spine.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, fisting his tank top in my hands.
“Come for me, Ashton,” he murmured, planting kisses along my neck. My body jerked against his hand, my mouth open but unable to scream as I crested over the edge. It was as if the world exploded behind my eyes, pleasure overwhelming my senses as he continued to stroke me through my orgasm.
“Fuck!” I finally screamed, frantically bucking my hips against his hand. He finally slowed down to a stop, leaving me trembling and panting before him.
“On a normal occasion, this would only be the beginning. But for tonight, this is only a sliver of what you’d get when you spend the night with me. All you have to do is say the word when you’re ready. There’s more where this orgasm came from,” he whispered in my ear. He removed his hand from my panties, his gaze holding mine as he put his fingers into his mouth, removing the traces of my orgasm.
“Holy shit,” I whispered in awe.
He smiled and licked his lips. “Now I’m even more anxious to taste you,” he said and kissed me on the forehead. “Until then, I’m going to say goodnight while I’m able to control myself.” And then he walked away and went back into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and leaving me in the hallway feeling confused, horny, and in a daze.
My phone rang on the floor indicating another call coming through, but I couldn’t even process what to do next. I slowly fixed my leggings, grabbed the phone from the floor, and made my way back to my own room on shaky legs.
What the hell just happened?!
Chapter Eight
O’Shea
“Fuck!” I growled, stroking my hard cock quickly. I didn’t know what to expect when I called her, but I damn sure didn’t expect what just happened. The moment she accepted the bet, I knew I’d have her in the palm of my hand like horny putty within a matter of days. I was confident, but I didn’t expect her to fall for the bait that fast. Then again, I didn’t expect to lose the bit of self control I had by kissing her first.
I’d jokingly told her she could come watch me, not thinking she’d actually do it. I didn’t have my door open on purpose either. I’d called her on a whim, already comfortable on my bed, but not expecting her to come out anytime soon since she was working. But when I heard her voice in the hallway and hearing her tell me not to stop stroking my cock, fuck, that turned me on even more.
Gazing into her wide eyes as she looked at me made me lose all sense of control I thought I had, unable to stop myself when she didn’t pull away or hesitate. I could’ve taken advantage of the situation and just fucked her against the wall, but something deep inside told me not to. There was something in her eyes that peeked through the lust and desire that blazed within her irises, a sliver of fear that hinted at so many things. The fear of rejection, being hurt, of being vulnerable to another person again. Knowing that we’d been talking to each other was already bound to complicate things; having sex would do nothing but bring an additional problem to the table, one neither of us was probably ready for. Despite that, it didn’t stop me from wanting her or wanting to feel her tight pussy gripping my cock as I fucked her.
Her taste was imprinted in my memory, my mouth watering for more of her. Watching her come had nearly made me come apart, her face flushed as she jerked against me, gripping my shirt to anchor herself through her orgasm. Her body told me she wanted more, but her eyes were unsure, which was the only reason I forced myself to walk away.
And why I was now stroking my cock in my bedroom like a madman.
I thought about how she watched me, her breaths quick as I quickly fingered her. Gripping my cock tighter, I imagined her tight wetness squeezing me as she bounced on it, her head thrown back as she moved herself closer to her orgasm. Maybe it was from the earlier phone calls we had, but knowing that she was the sexy Natasha I’d been thinking a lot about lately made me want her even more. Her moans were even sexier in person, a mixture of whimpers and groans until she finally screamed in pleasure. That brief session was enough to send my imagination into overdrive, so many scenarios swarming my mind as I pumped my cock, the familiar tingling creeping its way through my body.
“Ashton,” I whispered, closing my eyes as my breath quickened. Her flowery perfume, the scent of her arousal, her warmth, how wet and tight she was, and even down to her heated gaze all came to the forefront, ushering me into my release. “Shit!”
I pumped out everything I had onto the towel on my lap, feeling my erection throbbing in my hand. I had no fucking idea what would happen with us after tonight. Now that the sexual tension was slowly dissolving, worry started to set in. Sure, she enjoyed it in the moment, but who was to say she wasn’t in her room right now regretting what we’d done? Even at the beginning of our call, she couldn’t initially bring herself to talk to me as she used to before finding out who I was. On the plus side, I at least had two months’ worth of protection after paying rent in advance, but anything could happen in the meantime. With a sigh, I slowly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up. I paused in the hallway, glancing toward her closed room door. Everything seemed quiet, as if she wasn’t even taking any more calls. I smirked to myself, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she finally decided to cave.
∞∞∞
When I got up the next morning, she sat at the kitchen island with a bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit.
“Morning,” I said as I passed her and headed to the refrigerator.
“Hey,” she said, never lifting her eyes from her bowl. The atmosphere felt a bit awkward, kind of like when you had a one-night stand the night before and you wake up to still find them there. Unfortunately, it didn’t help when your so-called one-night stand was your roommate that you probably shouldn’t have touched in the first place.
I grabbed the orange juice and a glass, leaning against the counter next to the fridge and looked at her. A purple satin robe covered her body, her long tanned legs exposed when she crossed them. With all the skin she had exposed, it made me curious to know what she wore underneath it.
“So…” I started, pouring myself some juice. “Last night was a little crazy, wasn’t it?”
She turned and looked at me. “I hope you don’t think that’s going to be a normal thing,” she said, her voice flat. I took a sip of orange juice and then grinned.
“Which part?” I asked. “Me calling you or you coming on my fingers in the hallway?”
“Both,” she said with a scowl.
I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t know why you’re fighting it, sex kitten. It’s only a matter of time before you finally cave.”
“That’s what you think?”
“That’s what your body told me,” I said with a shrug.
She shook her head. “You’re full of shit, you know that?”
“And you’re in denial.” I pushed off the counter and moved to stand behind her. “How’d you feel after that orgasm, Ashton?”
She scoffed and turned back to her yogurt. “You’re awfully cocky, O’Shea. If you keep messing with me, you’re going to end up with a bad case of blue balls.”
I laughed, leaning closer to her until my lips were mere centimeters from her ear. “I seriously doubt that, sweetheart. I know how to take care of myself.”
“Yeah, well, get used to doing that,” she muttered, taking a spoonful of fruit and yogurt in her mouth.
“Apparently I sh
ould’ve gone ahead and fucked you last night. I didn’t unwind you enough with just one orgasm.”
She shook her head as she swallowed. “I wouldn’t have let you get that far.”
“Oh really? You damn sure didn’t make any efforts to move when I finished. What would you have done had I not ended it?”
“Um, ended it myself, duh,” she said, her brows furrowed as if she couldn’t believe the answer wasn’t already obvious.
“You say that now because your pussy isn’t squeezing my fingers,” I joked. She abruptly stood, forcing me back a couple of steps.
“I’m not losing this bet and don’t think your little phone calls can make me break any quicker. I can make this just as hard for you as you’re trying to make it for me,” she stated matter-of-factly. I looked at her for a moment before I burst into a fit of laughter.
“You? Giving me a hard time? Oh, that’s rich, A. You really do have a sense of humor,” I said, wagging a finger at her. She scowled at me.
“You don’t think I could?”
“Honey, you giving me a hard time is like a fish trying to walk on land. But it’s so cute that you think so,” I said. Her features softened as she folded her arms across her chest, a grin forming on her lips.
“I’ll show you better than I can tell you. It’s not like I don’t already have an effect on you. You wouldn’t be moaning my name while masturbating if you didn’t,” she said.
I drank some more orange juice, completely unmoved. “That’s the thing, baby doll. I don’t hide the fact that I want you. I told you last night and I’m admitting it now. You’re the only one so consumed in wanting to dislike me that you can’t even admit that while you may not like me all that much, you at least liked how I made you feel last night.”
Her sexy lips dropped into a frown. “Me admitting things has nothing to do with whether or not I like you. Even if I did, your cocky ass would never know about it. Just know that you don’t need to make a habit out of what you did last night. Knowing that you’ve been calling me is already weird enough for me; I don’t need sex complicating an already complicated situation.”
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