She didn’t expect to call again.
But as soon as she heard that voice, deep, smooth, and just a little cocky, her body reacted like muscle memory. Warmth low in her belly. A slow curl of a smile.
“Well, well,” he said. “Didn’t think you’d be back.”
“I didn’t think you would still be on here.”
“Guess we both needed a little something tonight.”
She sank deeper into her sheets, her fingers already idly toying at her waistband. “A little something… or a very specific someone?”
He laughed, soft, but laced with want. “You thinking about last time?”
“More than I should,” she admitted. “I haven’t touched myself without hearing your voice in my head.”
“Fuck.”
He went quiet for a beat, then his voice came back lower, more serious.
“I haven’t jerked off without pretending you were right there , mouth open, eyes wild, riding me like you couldn’t get enough.”
She moaned , just a little, just to tease. “I couldn’t. I still can’t.”
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” he said.
“Lace panties. That’s it.”
“Wet yet?”
She didn’t answer, she just moved the phone closer so he could hear the soft sound of her fingers dipping between her folds.
“Holy hell,” he whispered. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“Are you hard?” she asked.
“Already stroking. Thought about you all day.”
“I’ve been thinking about your hands,” she said. “One on my throat. One between my legs. You’d fuck me with your fingers until I soaked your palm.”
“Fuck,” he hissed. “I want to taste you while you come. Pin your thighs open and lap every drop.”
She gasped, her fingers rubbing faster, her other hand tugging at a nipple, imagining him below her, greedy, voice filthy.
“You’d have to hold me down,” she breathed. “I’d be shaking so bad.”
“Good,” he growled. “I want to ruin you for anyone else.”
She whimpered. “You already have.”
His breathing was faster now. “Let me hear you. I want to come with you.”
“Then talk dirtier.”
“Oh, baby. I’d fuck you slow at first, deep and teasing. Then flip you over, spank that perfect ass until you beg, and pound you until you scream my name.”
That did it.
She cried out, hips jerking, pleasure crashing over her in waves. “Fuck! Yes, yes, yes!”
He wasn’t far behind, she could hear it in his groan, in the slick, frantic rhythm of his strokes. “Wow, I’m gonna come, oh fuck, I’m coming,”
Their moans overlapped, messy and desperate.
Then quiet.
Just breathing.
Soft laughter from both of them.
“Same time again?” he asked, voice a little ragged.
She grinned, biting her lip. “We’re getting really good at this.”