Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Ryan
Raven squeaked at my words but didn’t say anything else.
That morning, I had finished recording the pickups for the dark romance from the week before, thankful there were only a few of them since I had been really into the performance.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a novel I started earlier in the week, and the second half of the book had so many sex scenes that beating it alone wasn’t working anymore.
Especially after imagining Raven in all of those scenes.
When I decided to text her I wasn’t planning on calling, only sending voice messages, but when she didn’t respond, I panicked.
I refused to let her ignore me, so before I knew what I was doing I dialed her number.
When she said my pseudonym into the phone I almost came right then.
Even though it wasn’t my real name, hearing it on her sexy lips had me undone.
Silence stretched across the line, and I wondered if she was going to play along with this.
If she didn’t, there was a good chance I would drive to her apartment and fuck her senseless.
I wasn’t sure if she was nervous or intrigued by the call, but I hoped it was a bit of both.
I’d learned a lot since I’d been narrating romance novels and was eager to experiment with some of the kinks I’d read.
One of which was the hint of apprehension in my girl.
“Babe, are you there?” I asked even though I knew she was still on the line.
She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I’m here.”
Shifting on the couch, I adjusted my uncomfortably hard dick. “Good. Now, go to your room.”
Soft footsteps sounded in the background almost immediately, and I smiled at her obedience. She was learning.
“All right, I’m in my room,” she said.
“Put the phone on speaker and set it on your nightstand.”
Her voice became slightly distant. “Okay.”
“Take off your clothes and tell me what you’re doing as you do it,” I commanded.
Her sharp intake of air had my cock aching. I gripped the bulge through my shorts, impatiently waiting for her to begin.
“Fine, fuck it,” she said, and I groaned at the filthy word coming out of her mouth. Raven was all professional and hearing her be unprofessional was turning me on so much I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I took off my shirt. Now, I’m undoing my slacks.”
“Fuck. You’re in business clothes?” I asked, picturing her in the same black dress pants she had been wearing when I saw her in the park last week.
“I am,” she answered with a hint of sarcasm.
“I love women in business outfits. You’re going to have to send me a photo of them sometime, but right now I need you to keep going, baby.” I was careful not to give away that I'd already seen her in some of those outfits.
She hesitated. “I, uh, I’m just in my underwear now.”
My cock jumped. This soft side of her was intoxicating. When we texted she was always challenging, but on the phone she was almost shy. “Tell me what they look like.”
“Uh, black lace.”
Goddammit, I was going to lose it before she was even naked.
No question she would be in black, but lace too?
Fuck me. “Take. Them. Off,” I gritted into the phone.
This woman was driving me insane. I could see nothing but her in barely there lingerie and if I didn’t get myself under control I was going to embarrass myself.
“Ok, they’re off,” she murmured.
“Say it.” Silence filled the line again. “Say what you are now that your clothes are gone.”
Her whisper was almost inaudible. “I…I’m naked.”
I closed my eyes and pulled air in through my nose as slowly as I could manage. I had to regain my composure before I could go any farther. After a few moments, Raven’s voice floated into my ear.
“Zander?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Give me a second, baby.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Are you…”
I blew out a breath. “Yes, babe, I’m having to concentrate on other things right now.”
“Right, um…” Her voice trailed off. “Should we talk about the weather?”
“No, I’m fine.” I laughed. “Get in bed.”
The sheets rustled, and her voice trickled over my skin. “And now?” she asked.
“Oh, eager now, are we? Caress your nipples how you would like me to if I was there.”
She gasped. “How do you know I want to imagine it’s you?” Her voice turned mocking. There she was, her wicked grin coming through her voice from the other end of the line. Oh, she liked to play. I wondered if she would like the games I wanted to play with her.
“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now, baby girl. I promise you that I can outlast you if you want to play, but I think you would rather come instead.”
A sharp intake of breath was her only response so I pressed on. “Are you doing it?”
“Mm,” she sighed.
“Good, now pinch those perfect nipples,” I ordered.
A cry crashed through the phone and I smiled. My girl was great at following directions when she was threatened a little. “Good girl. Keep rubbing your nipple with one hand while you move the other between your legs.”
I slipped out of my shorts and boxers, my cock springing free. Gripping the length, I repositioned the phone in my left hand. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Y-yes.” Her breathy voice made my dick grow even harder.
It made sense that Raven would be submissive leaning in the bedroom.
Women who were strong leaders in most facets of life were natural subs in private to the partners they trusted.
They needed the reprieve from having to make decisions all the time, and I loved that she was obeying so sweetly for me.
“Fuck, baby. Spread your legs wide and tease yourself. Don’t touch your clit yet.”
Raven whimpered in response, and fuck, I would be dreaming of the sounds she made until the end of time. “Is it good, baby? Say it.”
“Yes,” she said, louder than the softer voice she had been using. “It’s so good.”
I started to work my hand up and down my painfully hard cock, trying to stifle my moan so I could hear every noise leaving those perfect lips.
“Dip one finger inside that pretty pussy for me, baby, but imagine it's me filling you up.”
“Zander…fuck,” she sighed.
My head fell back on the couch at her sounds, and somehow I got even harder. If this was euphoria, I didn’t think I’d survive when I finally got my hands on her. “Do you have a toy, baby?” I groaned.
“Y-yes. I have a vibrator.”
“Get it.”
“It’s okay, I don’t want to stop.”
Annoyance flared in my chest. “Goddammit, get it now.”
A small whimper came from her end of the line followed by rustling as she jostled around to do as I said. After a few moments, her breathless tone washed over me.
“I have it.”
“I’m tired of playing with you. Turn it on or not, but I want you to ram it hard and deep in that soaked pussy just like I would do with my cock if I were there right now.”
Silence stretched across the line. “Do it. Now,” I growled. In seconds her moans filled the line again and I ground my teeth together, pumping my cock faster. Our breaths and pants filled the call as we worked ourselves in tandem, a sinful melody of desire.
“Do you want to come, baby?” I asked, my breathing labored. “Tell me how bad you need it.”
“I need to come so badly, Zander, please,” she begged.
“Goddamn baby. Hearing you ask so nicely is so fucking good. Do it. Rub your aching clit and come for me.”
Raven released a loud moan, and within seconds she lost it.
This woman did not hold back. She was the loudest I’d ever heard, and we weren’t even in the same room.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned as my release hit me with the force of a hurricane.
Cum coated my hand and thighs while she was still riding her orgasm on the other end of the line.
“Ryan!” she yelled, louder still.
My heart stopped, and I suddenly wished I could melt through the couch and into the floor.
After a few moments she whispered, “Oh, my god.” Her voice grew louder and rushed. “Um, yeah, right, thank you. I’ll just be going now. Bye.” The line went dead.
“Oh, fuck.”
She knew. Fuck, she knew. I watched the coffee drip into my cup from the single serve machine the next morning.
I figured she knew, but it was confirmed after she said my real name in the middle of her orgasm.
When she hung up the phone immediately, I sat dumbfounded on the couch for longer than I’d like to admit.
Just sat there in my mess, staring at the wall and wondering what the hell to do next.
Once I looked down and saw myself still coated in jizz, I snapped out of it and showered.
If I hadn’t finished work already there would have been no hope of finishing it last night.
Unfortunately for me, that also meant I didn’t have anything to distract my rampant thoughts since Craig hadn’t sent the next job over yet.
It had been relatively early and being the night owl I was, sleep was nowhere in sight.
I didn’t text her. I thought it would be better to distance myself.
Plus, I didn’t know what to say anyway. I tried to play video games sans streaming but couldn’t stay alive for shit.
I even downloaded a new e-book on my phone after finishing the other with no luck.
It was probably for the best, since any romance was going to make me think about Raven.
Finally, at two a.m. I went to bed and stared at the ceiling. Practicing meditation like my therapist had taught me, I actually fell asleep quicker than I thought I would.
And then, awake once again, I had nothing to do except think about the issue at hand.
Everything brought my confidence issues from my fucked-up childhood back to the surface. With people or things I didn’t care about, I didn’t have any problems. With Raven, I did care for some reason, and Zander was a way for me to be confident with her.