SEVENTEEN
I don’t give a damn that another man’s woman is calling me from Paris. That fool is fucking up bad if it’s my voice she wants to hear.
“I’m back in the hotel room,” Davia says after sharing the day’s activities for the entire walk. “Iree texted that she’s downstairs at the bar with Chavonne’s assistant. I’ll check on her if she isn’t here by midnight, so don’t worry. I know she’s like your sis.”
“Yeah, she and her bro are pretty much my siblings.”
“How did y’all come to be so close?” she asks.
Leaning back on the sofa, I rest my feet on the ottoman and give her a summary. “Met Cairo at fifteen. I’d been through some things and was struggling. He helped me.”
“Some things?” she repeats.
My heart wants to open up to her, but fear holds me back. “It’s a long story. What about you? You have siblings or other cousins outside of Trishell?”
“No siblings. I have two other cousins—my uncle’s kids.”
“You close with them too?”
“Welp.” Her popping sound cracks me up. “Colin is cool. He’s a year younger than Trish, who is two years younger than me. His big sis, Shanae, is our oldest and gets on my nerves.”
“Damn,” I laugh.
“Love my aunt and uncle, though. They’ve come through for me over the years.”
“What about your mom and pops?”
She draws a deep breath. “Mom is around, but my grandparents raised me. That’s a long story.”
“Got it.” An awkward pause lingers, so I switch the subject. “What time is your flight again?”
“7 a.m. We should arrive in Baltimore around 2 in the afternoon. Did I mention that Chavonne has a private jet? It’s pretty luxurious.”
I smirk. “I’ll rent one when your thirtieth comes around. Fly you out to the islands.”
She spews a short laugh. “Kind of you. However, I doubt Jamir would be comfortable with that.”
“He doesn’t need to know. Like ol’ boy has no idea you’re calling me from Paris.” The silence stretches on the line again. I can’t even hear her breathing. “I took your breath away, baby?”
“Kross,” she murmurs. “These phone calls…”
“Stop trying to explain away your feelings, Davi.” I rise from the sofa and pace my living room. “If they didn’t mean shit, you wouldn’t call me three nights in a row. You’d be talking to him instead. How come you’re not?”
“Jamir’s busy.”
“Fuck that. He should never be too busy for you. I’d never do that to you.”
“I’m just lonely,” slips from her in a strained voice.
“I hear it, Davi. Sounds like you need a release. FaceTime me.”
“Kross... That’s…” Whenever she says my name in her sultry tone, my dick throbs.
Pausing at the balcony door, I move the curtain to let in the afternoon light. “Too nervous to look at my face?”
“No,” she denies. “But… What will you do if I FaceTime you?”
“What would you like me to do?” Silence answers the question, making me smile. “It’ll be our little secret. I won’t tell a soul.”
“I can’t,” she replies in a feather-like murmur.
“Since you’re too shy for a video call, how about I relax you with French?”
Her sensual groan answers me instead of words.
“Vous avez une voix sexy,” I utter in a smooth tone.
Davia clicks her tongue. “I only understood sexy.”
I laugh and add, “J’aime te taquiner.”
“Kross, stop showing off.”
“Want me to translate?”
“Um… Fine,” she yields. “What did you say?”
“I said your voice is sexy, and I like teasing you.”
She breathes deeply. “Why are you doing this to me?”
I lick my lips. “My bad, baby. I made you tingle?”
“Geez! I’m getting off the phone. I need to pack my things and shower.”
“Don’t hang up yet. I like talking to you as much as you like talking to me.”
A huff gusts out of her as if she dropped on the bed. “Fine.”
The slight rasp in her voice feels like a grip on my stiffening shaft. “I can tell you’re horny. I want to help.”
“ Stop ,” she groans.
Unable to control my desire, the words slip out of me. “Tell me where you like to be touched.”
Her shaky breaths fill the sudden quiet. Seconds pass, a minute, and then she exhales. “This remains a secret.”
“Only between us,” I swear, relaxing on the chaise. “Now, where are my hands touching first, Davi?”
“My neck,” she answers in a whisper.
“And then?”
Another pause leads to an unsteady whimper.
“Your fingers move down ever so gently, tracing my collarbone.” She gasps. “That’s a sensitive spot for me.”
I close my eyes, envisioning her reacting to every touch. “What else is sensitive, baby?”
“Hmm… My nipples.”
The profound drop in her voice has me pushing down my sweatpants to stroke my hard dick. “Would you like it if I pinch or bite them?”
“Both,” she moans. “You soothe them with your warm tongue. It makes me wet.”
“Mmm. Am I dipping my fingers lower?” I rasp, rubbing the pre-cum around on my dick.
“Slowly,” she breathes out. “You take your time with my clit, and then you massage my pussy lips.”
“I bet you’re so drenched.”
More gasps. “You bury your face in it.”
I increase my pumps, clamping my mouth to stifle the grunts. I’d hate to be too loud and disrupt her vulnerable fantasy. “How many fingers do I stick inside your tightness?”
“Two,” she cries daintily. “You pleasure my clit while working them in and out. Mmm…” Her choppy panting convinces me she’s on the verge of an orgasm.
I stroke faster, feeling the pressure build. “Then I come up for a kiss, let you taste your sweetness.”
“Ahh…” Her whimpers set off a rush of ecstasy.
“Then inch inside you.” I clench my teeth, my toes curling as my dick explodes, spilling onto my shirt.
“Fuck…” It sounds like she’s scrambling. “Shit. I have to go.”
“Wait, Davi.” I’m still gasping from the waves of pleasure.
“Please don’t say a word,” she pleads. “I can’t… I don’t know why I did this.”
“It’s okay. I promise it’ll stay between us.”
“Goodnight.”
As the call cuts off, I slump back on the chaise and eye my mess. Having phone sex with Davia was fun. I don’t feel an ounce of guilt over wanting to make it real.