Chapter 20
Seth
I’m lying in bed, unable to sleep. All I can think about is that kiss from tonight. I’m not sure why it affected me more than when Leo kissed me for the first time. But Calvin… He’s an amazing kisser. He controlled it, but he didn’t once make me feel unsafe.
As much as I want to relive that moment, I’m desperate for sleep. My kids will be up early.
I shut my eyes and roll onto my side, hoping sleep will find me. It doesn’t, so after an hour, I sit up, turn on my lamp, and dig out my e-reader to continue where I left off in my book. Reading always makes me sleepy.
I haven’t even finished a chapter when I get a text buzzing on my phone. I grab it off my nightstand to see who could be texting me.
Joker: Can’t sleep?
I look out the window, smile, and shake my head.
Me: Spying on me?
Joker: I’m a creep like that.
Me: Weirdo
Joker: Seriously, I saw your light pop on. Can’t sleep either.
All I can think about is your tasty lips.
My smile stretches even further across my face.
Me: All I can think about too
Joker: Wanna do something about it? ??
Me: To help sleep or to think more about that kiss?
Joker: Both
Me: What’d you have in mind?
Joker: Sexting and dick pics. What else?
Me: OMG
Joker: So that’s a no? Bummer.
I have to think about it for a minute because I’ve never done anything like that before. God, I really am vanilla. Is that the real reason why Malcolm left me?
No, don’t think like that. And definitely don’t think about Malcolm. He’s gone.
Maybe it’s time to change things up. It’s time to get sexy instead of staying bland.
Me: Fine, what did you have in mind exactly?
Joker: This is me doing my happy dance ??
Joker: We don’t have to show each other anything. That part
can wait. But maybe we can rub one out together. If that
doesn’t make us sleepy, nothing will.
Me: I can do that… I think.
Joker: No pressure. Seriously.
He probably doesn’t think I notice how careful he is with me. I am pretty sure he wouldn’t be if Leo hadn’t hurt me. I can see Calvin being pretty dominant.
Me: Let’s do it.
Instead of getting a text back, he calls me.
“I thought we were sexting,” I say when I answer.
“I thought about it, but I’d rather hear you groaning. I’ve already had first-hand experience with that sound.”
My face becomes inflamed. I’d been so embarrassed when I made that sound during our kiss. If I blush at a noise, how the hell am I going to have phone sex without combusting?
“You there, Tiger?”
“Yeah, I’m desperately trying to recover from being a vanilla expert.”
He chuckles and says, “As I said before, there’s nothing wrong with vanilla, but we don’t have to do this.”
“No, I want to, but you start.”
I rush out of bed and lock my bedroom door in case someone decides to wake up in the middle of the night and come to my room.
“Get naked,” he says on the phone. “One day we’ll do this on FaceTime.”
“Oh, god…”
“What are you wearing? Let me guess… Uhm, pajama bottoms and a T-shirt.”
“I’m so predictable.” I didn’t mean to sound so whiny.
“Predictable is trustworthy and dependable.”
I literally melt at his words. Every time I get a flicker of insecurity, he snuffs it out like a candle.
“I’m lying here in my bed, and I’m already naked. Mmm…” he groans. “My legs are spread, and I’m fisting my cock, slowly stroking myself.”
I throw my phone onto the bed, scramble out of my clothes, jump back into bed, and grab my phone again. “Okay, I’m naked.”
“What a good tiger you are.”
“You did not just say that.”
“You know I did, and I’ll say it a hundred more.”
I’d laugh if I weren’t so nervous right now. Never in my life had I even thought about having phone sex. But the thought of Calvin naked in his bed with his cock in his hand sets me more on fire than my blush does.
“Put me on speakerphone.”
“The kids might hear.”
“Do you have earbuds?”
“Oh, yeah… duh.”
I have a pair in my nightstand drawer for when I watch YouTube on my tablet after the kids have gone to bed. I pull them out, put only one in my ear, then set the phone down next to me. “Done,” I say.
“Do you have lube? You’re going to need it.”
“Yeah.”
I grab the bottle from the same drawer and pour a splash into my hand. I close the lid and toss the bottle somewhere on the bed before rubbing my hands together and fisting my length again.
“What else do you want me to do?”
“God, I love how responsive you are. I can’t tell you how much that turns me on.”
I can’t help but smile at that, filled with a weird sense of pride.
“Make sure your hole is lubed. We’re going to play with that later.”
While my face is still hot, I do all that he asks of me. I’m eager to please him and stop being so basic.
My finger sinks around and in my hole, getting it perfectly slick. When I finish, I wipe my free hand on my comforter.
“Okay, I’ve done it.”
“Spell it out for me, Tiger. What have you done exactly?”
With a deep breath, I exhale and dive headfirst into dirty talk. “I shoved my fingers into my hole—”
“How many?”
“Two.”
“Hot…”
“I spread the lube around and then pushed my fingers inside to get it all oiled.”
“How did that feel?”
Jesus. “Uhm, good. Really good.”
“Did you imagine they were my fingers?”
I close my eyes and nod. “Yeah, I did.”
“Do you want to know what I’m doing?”
“You’re on your bed naked?”
“Not anymore…”
He leaves it hanging for me to guess, but I can’t. I have no idea what he’s doing, but I’m sure it’s something naughty. “Where are you?” I ask.
“Standing naked at my window with the curtains drawn. Don’t worry, no one can see where I am other than you. If you peek around the corner of your bedroom window, you’ll be able to see me.”
I jump out of bed and rush to my window. When I look out, all I can see is darkness.
“I see you,” he says, his tone filled with humor.
“Yeah, but I can’t see you. You have your lights out. No fair.”
Suddenly, a light flips on in his bedroom. Unfortunately, Calvin is too far away for me to see his naked body, but I can see his silhouette. It’s not difficult to imagine his hard body, dusted in golden hair. No doubt, he’s smirking at me.
“Next time we do this, I want to see you up close,” I blurt.
He laughs softly. “I can’t tell you how hot that makes me. Now, fist your cock.” His demanding and baritone voice hardens me even more. I like it. I don’t mind being controlled sexually, as long as there’s consent involved and I know what’s going on.
I rest my arm on the window, grab my dick, and stroke myself. My eyes flutter closed as I get lost in the sensation and my imagination. Calvin, I’m sure, mirrors my actions.
“I want you to pinch one of your nipples hard enough to sting but not to hurt. You need to describe it for me. Give me a visual so that I can come.”
Good lord… He’s good at talking dirty. I can’t think of one thing to say that’s remotely sexy. “You first.”
“You got it. My fingers are tight around my lubed cock. The glide is smooth, and I’m swiping my thumb over the head, spreading the precum around. It’s sensitive, and my body’s shuddering, imagining it’s you touching me, your hand gripping me tightly... Your turn, Tiger.”
Oh, god. Why is that so hot? The burning in my face spreads throughout my body and centers around my groin. I’m not sure how we went from kissing tonight to phone sex. He moves fast, but I should’ve expected that.
I can do this. I can do this, I chant to myself.
I’m not sure how something can be awkward and sexy at the same time. With a deep breath, I take the plunge. I stare out the window, looking at Calvin as I start stroking myself. “My cock is hot and hard. It’s needy for you,” I say, making sure to keep my voice down.
“Ooh, sexy and hot. I love a needy cock.”
My heart rate and breathing pick up as I reach down between my legs and finger myself. “I’m touching my hole as I do it.”
“Fuck, yeah…”
“I’m imagining that I’m in your bedroom, on my knees, sucking you down.”
“Jesus… yes,” he pants. “Do you like to suck cock?”
“Yes, especially a big cock.”
“Damn… And I’m picturing your eyes watering, and you’re gagging around me.”
“Yes, I like that.”
Our breathing is getting heavier, our sounds mingling together through my earbuds and going straight to my cock.
“What else?” he asks.
“I wish I could smell you.”
“Hell, me too. Next time.”
Next time. Yes, I’d definitely like a next time with Calvin.
“My hand is moving faster, and it’s tighter. I’m getting closer,” I say. “Your turn.”
“I’m imagining you on the bed, ass up. Your hole is so eager for my cock, but I don’t sink into you yet. Do you like to be filled, or do you like to do the filling?”
“I like to get fucked,” I blurt. It’s not like me to say that word, but I’m lost in the arousal and Calvin’s words. My mind goes where his does, with me on the bed, and Calvin eyeing my ass like it’s his next meal.
“Damn! Yes! But we’re not doing any filling yet. I want my mouth on you. I want to taste your sin. I want my tongue to devour your hole.”
“Holy crap… yes. I love getting rimmed.”
“Good, because I love doing it.”
I’m stroking rapidly now, and my finger is plunging in and out of my ass.
“My tongue breaches your hole because you’re so open for me, and—”
“Oh, god…” I cry out as quietly as I can. “Coming…”
“Fuck, yeah.”
I can hear Calvin stroking himself so hard on the other line. You can hear the slickness and slapping of skin. I spill hot cum on my hand and onto the floor with my head resting on the cold pane of the glass. Breathing is difficult as my body shudders from the climactic aftershocks.
Wow, I can’t believe I did that. Do I regret it? Not for a second. However, standing is now a bit difficult.
Out of breath, I pull out my finger and hold the cum in my other hand as I watch Calvin get off, or try to, at least. He’s growling and grunting in my ear like he’s right next to me before he grows silent. Then he lets out a long, drawn-out, ‘Fuuuck.’
“Yeah, I agree,” I say.
I finally stand straight and head to the attached bathroom, where I wash and dry my hands.
“You still there?” he asks. “Or did you pass out?”
“I’m here… barely.”
“Damn, I needed that.”
I fall into bed and sigh. “Me, too.”
“Thanks for playing with me.” His tone is playful, making me smile.
I breathe out a laugh. “It felt awkward at first, but then I imagined you were in the room with me, so it got better.”
“Yeah? You want me to do naughty things to you in your bedroom?”
“God, your mouth…” I chuckle tiredly. “Yeah, I do.”
We sit in silence for a beat, but it’s not uncomfortable.
“Joker?”
“Tiger?”
“I think we need to talk first. A lot has happened in a few short hours. Can we do that?”
“I think we should.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief because I hadn’t been sure he’d go for it. Even though we talk about all kinds of things, I know he’s not a relationship guy, while I am.
“Thanks.”
“Then can we do naughty things?”
A snort escapes me. “Jesus, you’re impossible.”
“Impossibly sexy?”
“That, too.”
“Are you sleepy yet?”
I think about it for a moment. “Actually, yeah. I feel pretty cozy right now.
“Thank you, Cal,” he says sarcastically.
I roll my eyes straight through my skull. “Thank you, Cal.”
“Me, too, by the way. I feel pretty damn good now.” He yawns loudly, making me yawn back.
“Alright. How about tomorrow night? We can watch a kids’ movie, get popcorn and sticky candy all over your furniture, and we’ll have to rewind the movie every five minutes because everyone’s talking.
But you and I will snuggle until the kids go to bed, then we can talk. ”
“That’s oddly elaborate. I’ll take the snuggling part.”
“One snuggle is marked on my calendar for tomorrow night.”
“O-kay… Time to call it a night.”
“Night, Tiger.”
“Night, Joker.”