Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Ryan
I stared at the pretty brunette across the table, not understanding how she could talk for half an hour about different paint color combinations, but here we were.
After the call with Raven that afternoon, I vowed to purge her from my thoughts.
That woman would destroy what little confidence I had gained as a voice actor with her inevitable rejection, and I wasn’t going to go backward.
Swiping right on pretty much any attractive girl I saw on the dating app had resulted in countless matches, one of whom was down for dinner on short notice.
The same one I was listening to talk incessantly about interior design.
I understood she was passionate about her career, but damn, I was about to tap out.
We messaged a bit on the app and agreed to meet at a semi-casual spot not too far from my apartment.
I had donned a black button down and slacks that were my usual go to attire for dates despite not going on one for nearly a year.
Leaving the top buttons open, I had ran my hand through my hair and called it satisfactory before meeting the lady at the restaurant.
She was my age, very active, clearly social with a seemingly decent personality.
A bit too upbeat for my taste, but no one said I was looking for a wife.
The opposite actually. She would make do for a hook-up, maybe even a few times.
Settling down with someone wasn’t in the cards, and that was fine with me.
Maybe I hadn’t found the right person yet, but more likely, I wasn’t the guy women wanted for a long-term partner.
Quick fuck, maybe. Getting off to my voice, definitely.
Especially women with jet black hair and emerald eyes who had the best of the best in life.
Either way, I was content, or I would be, as soon as I worked a certain financial advisor out of my system.
As the dinner dwindled to a close, and my date moved on to furniture placement, my thoughts started to drift.
I was staring over her shoulder as she talked when I flicked my eyes down to my phone as it lit up.
I swiped it from the table, placing it in my lap, the designer clueless.
Excusing myself to the restroom, I stood in the hallway to check the subscription notification.
“@finigirl666 pledged $100 per month.”
My cock stirred in my pants. So my “mystery” girl had found my subscription platform.
Great. Now, I was never going to get her out of my mind.
The only content I posted on there was lewd audio so I knew exactly what she was doing at this very moment.
There was no way she subscribed and immediately did something else like vacuum.
My thoughts drifted to Raven and I imagined her spread out on her bed with headphones over her ears. Her hand working feverishly between her legs. I longed to kneel on the bed in front of her and take over with my mouth.
A patron walked by, and I straightened from where I had been leaning against the wall and ran a hand through my messy hair.
I shifted my pants and made my way back to the table, paid the bill, and dipped, giving the excuse that I had something come up.
I sped through the streets back to my apartment where I bounded through the door.
Throwing my keys on the counter, I went to my gaming set-up on the far wall of the living room and turned on the computer.
Tapping my foot while it came to life, I crossed my arms across my chest. I needed confirmation that my Finigirl was Raven, everything else be damned.
I had to know if she was fucking herself to my voice.
Once up and running I pulled up her social media profile and stared at the photo of her eye.
In another tab on my second monitor, I pulled up her company photo.
Zooming in so the photo was the same size as the post, I scrutinized every detail of the irises.
I was lucky the company photo was high-res.
“I fucking knew it!” I exclaimed to the empty room. A faint blue ring circled the outer edge of the eyes in both images. On the left side of the iris there was also a grain of blue that blended into the green unless zoomed in.
Got her. There’s my sneaky girl. There was no question that she knew exactly who I was.
It was all too coincidental. Finding my social media after our first call, then subscribing to my paid platform after the second?
She knew. She knew her newest client was Zander Kane, and I was bursting at the thought of her listening to my audios while she rubbed her clit and made herself come, following my every direction.
I jumped up from the desk and went through my bedroom and straight into the main bath.
My body was begging for freedom. Flying through the buttons of my shirt, I moved to my belt, not bothering to remove it from the loops as I jerked my zipper down.
My slacks slid to the floor along with the black boxer briefs, my cock free from restraint.
I was so hard it was almost painful. Turning on the shower, I grabbed a towel from the rack and hung it on the hook.
The hot water was heaven on my skin and I immediately gripped my length.
Green eyes floated in my mind, tears seeping out of the corners as my girl gagged around me.
Her long black hair was wrapped around my fist, and fuck, she loved choking on my cock.
Goddamn, I hadn’t been this hard in ages, and I was already starting to feel the familiar pull in my pelvis.
Raven moved her hand to work in tandem with her mouth, and I was fucking wrecked.
I braced my hand against the white tile as I worked myself harder and faster thinking about those full lips on my skin.
I gritted my teeth, a low moan tearing from my throat as my release flooded my body, sending wave after wave of pleasure.
“Fuck.” I sighed, drawing out the word, and stepped under the showerhead.
Water sluiced down my back and over my ass before running down my thighs—the warmth calming me down.
My chest heaved, and my legs were unsteady.
That was one for the record books. Good thing I didn’t have an audience because that was an embarrassingly quick performance.
So much for fucking Raven out of my mind—pretty sure I fucked her farther into it.
The next morning I woke up feeling more rested than I had in years.
Usually, it was a bit difficult to get out of bed, but today I got up immediately.
After pulling on a pair of sweats, I made myself a simple breakfast of toast and eggs, then settled at my desk.
I didn’t bother checking my email. Craig could wait until Monday.
This weekend I was going to play with a little fox.
The earthy taste filled my mouth, fueling my devious plan.
The paid platform populated the screen, and I clicked to the private messaging section that I never used.
Searching “finigirl666,” I clicked “message” next to the blank photo.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, and I hit send just as my phone rang.
Annoyance flared, and I blindly answered the call. “Dammit, Craig, it’s Saturday. What now?”
Except it wasn’t Craig on the phone. Instead, a surprised voice said, “Oh, um, hello, Mr. Mitchell, this is—”
I cut her off, staring slack jawed at the computer. “Raven?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, this is Raven Lovelace with Lovelace Financial,” she answered.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Raven…uh…Ms. Lovelace.
” I wracked my brain for an excuse for my rude greeting.
“I wasn’t expecting a call from you on the weekend.
What’s up?” I said coolly, hoping she hadn’t noticed how rattled I sounded.
Had I manifested her calling me with how much I thought about her over the last twelve hours?
Maybe the stars were in alignment, and she was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about her.
“I apologize for calling unannounced on a Saturday, but I just had another question before I get started next week.” I waited for her to continue. “Do you prefer retail or food service?”
My face scrunched in confusion. “What?” I asked. “I don’t, uh, I don’t understand what you mean.”
A nervous laugh sounded through the speaker. “I just wondered if you had any preference in the type of companies we invest in. There’s an array of different ones, and some of our clients have a preference.”
This was why she called me? I’d regained my composure by this point, so I turned the charm to eleven. “Why are you working on a Saturday, Raven?” I said in my slow, seductive tone. After knowing she listened to my content, which was very intimate, I presumed to use her first name.
A sharp intake of breath came before she answered. “Oh, you know, owning a business and all. Work doesn’t always stop on the weekends when you’re the owner of a business.”
Another nervous chuckle.
“Hmm. Don’t you take a break from the week? Surely you don’t work all the time, right?”
“I guess I do work most of the time, yes,” she mumbled, her voice a bit quieter. A voice I wanted to hear whimper my name.
I had her now, happy that she divulged that tidbit. “What about the evenings? Do you work then, too?”
I could hear the blush on her pale cheeks. “Oh, I…I do sometimes.”
“Do you ever take time for yourself, Raven? Time to do the things you enjoy most?” I wanted her to keep talking. Hearing her voice again so soon was an unexpected treat.
“Sometimes. Not often. There’s not enough hours in a day most of the time.”
Annoyance pricked my temples. I didn’t even know her, and I was already aggravated that she overworked herself. “You really should take a break.” My tone switched from alluring to serious. “Working every day isn’t healthy. You should do things you enjoy that have nothing to do with work.”
She signed. “I’m not sure how this conversation turned to this topic, but uh, I think I have everything I need. I won’t take anymore of your time.”
“I told you we would speak again soon.” I laughed. “Take care of yourself. Until next time, Raven.”