23. West #2
“And, um, how exactly would I pay you back?”
I kicked the sheet off, knowing I had him. Then I looked down at the glistening head of my cock where it was poking out of my fist.
“Maybe you could tell me how you felt tonight.”
“I… I don’t know if I can.”
“Sure you can. Just close your eyes, think back to my mouth and how it felt, then start to talk.”
JT coughed. “Just like that?”
“Yep, just like that.”
“And what are you going to do while I…talk?”
I widened my legs on the mattress and closed my eyes. “I’m going to lie here naked in my bed and fuck my hand, wishing it was your mouth.”
JT cursed, and a shiver raced down my spine.
“You’re naked?”
“As the day I was born.” I drew my hand down to the root of my cock. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“No. Yes. I… Okay. Yes. You saw me tonight and—”
“Now you want to see me.” I released myself to fondle my balls. “That could’ve happened, but you wanted to talk instead. So talk.”
“I am talking.”
“Come on, Golden Boy. Tell me how you liked the feel of my tongue tangling with yours.”
“Jesus, you’re way better at this than me.”
“Yet here I am, hard for you.”
JT’s breathing came a little faster. “The second you got on your knees in the limo tonight, I wanted your mouth on me.”
Damn, where did that come from? I had no idea, but I wasn’t about to interrupt him now that he’d started.
I closed my eyes, propped the phone on the pillow by my ear, and listened for whatever he was about to say next.
“I knew you’d be good, you said so yourself, and after the kiss on the roof Friday night, I wanted more.”
Oh hell yes.
JT might’ve started out shy, but he was picking up fast.
“I wanted to kiss you more. Touch you more. And I wanted you to touch me .”
“Fuck, JT.” I tightened my fingers around the head of my dick, not wanting to explode three sentences in.
“Sorry, am I doing this wrong?”
A strained chuckle left me as I rolled over and reached for the lube in my top drawer. “Definitely not doing it wrong. Please tell me you’re touching yourself.” I poured some liquid into my palm.
“I think you know I am.”
“Good. Keep going. And tell me about how you wanted me to touch you?”
JT let out a moan, and I could’ve sworn I felt it against my neck, or maybe that was my own skin heating up.
“I wanted you to kiss me. Like you did up on the roof. I wanted to see if it would make me—”
“Hard?”
“Yes. And it did, and when you wrapped your hand around me—”
“Yeah?” I moaned in the phone.
“I went out of my mind a little bit. Your hand was strong, and you knew exactly how much pressure to use, and fuck, West, I almost came just from that kiss.”
Jesus Christ. My climax was a hair trigger from firing.
“I didn’t know that.”
“I know.” He panted in my ear. “I was trying to hold back.”
I understood that feeling real fucking good. “Why were you doing that? Holding back.”
I licked at my lips, drew my hand up to the crown of my cock, and swiped my thumb across the sensitive head.
Come on, JT, be brave, say it…
“Because I wanted to feel your mouth around me.”
Fuck. Yes. That was what I wanted to hear.
“And did you like it?” I demanded through gritted teeth as I shoved my hard-on through my slick fist. “The feel of my lips around you.”
JT moaned, and the familiar sound had me cursing and craning my head back into the pillow, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“JT?”
“Hmm?” The breathy question told me everything I needed to know. This phone call might’ve started out with JT owing me, but right now, we were about to reward one another.
“Did you like the feel of my hot mouth sucking your cock?”
JT grunted, and when he finally said, “I loved every fucking second of it,” that was it.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “God, your fucking mouth.”
I wasn’t sure whose curse hit my ear first, and didn’t much care. But the second it did, my orgasm slammed into me and my dick pulsed, and the next thing I knew I was making a hell of a sticky mess all over my stomach and hand.
Fuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had phone sex, let alone phone sex that blew my damn mind. As I reached for the box of tissues on my bedside table, I said into the phone, “You didn’t fall asleep over there, did you?”
JT had obviously come right along with me. But someone had to break the ice, and I had a feeling he was probably busy getting up in his head again.
“Uh, definitely not asleep.”
I chuckled and tossed the tissues in the trash by my bed.
“I figured.” I stretched back and pulled the sheets up over me. “So… If my calculations are correct, you’ve enjoyed yourself twice now tonight.”
“Shut up.” JT chuckled, and I laughed along with him.
“Not a chance of that happening. But if you’re nice to me, I might let you get away with this acting as your IOU paid in full.”
“ Might? You totally just came.”
“And so did you. So the way I see it—”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be nice to you.”
“Aww, see, is that so hard?”
“It isn’t now,” JT shot back, and it was so unlike him that I laughed.
“Did you just make a sex joke?”
“I’m ending the call now.”
I could feel my eyes growing heavy and my body melting into the mattress. Finally sleep was coming, even if it would be more like a power nap.
“Just tell me one thing before you go.”
“One thing.”
“Hilarious.” I closed my eyes. “Tell me you liked it. Not Friday night. Not the limo. And not now. Tell me you liked all of it.”
I could feel myself drifting off as JT’s sleep-sexy voice whispered, “Let’s put it this way. I have a feeling I’ll be up for a ‘good time’ again, real soon.”
That was good enough for me. “See you soon, then, Golden Boy.”