Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“It’s a matter of practice,” I choked out.
“And that’s the crux. I need practice.”
Okay. Now I was sweating.
“You can practice with me.” I cleared my throat, awkwardly adding, “I mean talking about sex.”
Silence.
“Like phone sex?”
Oh, fuck. I was definitely a terrible friend. I should have backed up and laughed it off, but instead, I said, “Yeah. But that might be weird, so—”
“No. We can try it,” Thomas intercepted. “I did some research when you first mentioned it last week and—”
“You researched phone sex?”
“Yes. Phone sex rose in popularity once an operator was no longer able to eavesdrop on private conversations. By the end of the 1980s, nearly all major phone companies offered adult chat lines. They were quite lucrative.”
He’d done it again. I was shocked into silence.
When I felt like I could speak in a normal voice, I asked, “What else did you learn?”
“Basic jargon. A sex operator generally confirms a client’s state of dress before moving on to fantasies. But it usually begins with a location query, such as…where are you?”
“I’m lying on my sofa. I’m wearing boxer briefs…if that’s your next question,” I volunteered in a rush.
He gave a half chuckle. “Okay. Obviously, you don’t have to participate in a real sense, but I’d be interested in trying phone sex…if you’re willing to be a sounding board.”
Gulp.
“Yes.”
“All right. Hook your thumb under your boxers and pull them down…slowly,” he commanded, lowering his voice to a register that immediately took me back to the dressing room.
My mouth went insta-dry. I dropped the pillow and sat up tall. “Um…wait. Should I tell you when they’re off?”
Silence. A long electrically charged silence.
When he finally spoke, his voice was thick and gravelly. “Don’t ask questions. Just do it.”
That voice. Strong, sure, and not to be ignored. Fuck. Me. I snaked my fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs and squeezed my pulsating cock.
“Now what?”
“Describe what you feel.”
“I’m hard,” I whispered.
“What else?” he prodded.
“And there’s precum…on the tip.”
“Touch yourself.”
“How?”
“The way you did when you were on your knees for me.” Oh, my God. “Are you doing it?”
I gulped, gripping my cock in a firm hold. “Yes.”
“Good. How do you feel?”
“Nice.”
“You can do better than that,” he teased, throwing my words back at me. “Nice and…?”
“Hard.”
“You already said that.”
“It’s true, though…and it hurts.”
“Lick your hand.”
“Jesus, Thomas.”
“Go on. Do it, then stroke yourself…and keep talking.”
Holy shit. I was dizzy as fuck, but I obeyed him. I pushed my boxer briefs off and resumed my position, knees spread with my right hand flying over my cock. My breathing was ragged and my heart beat like a drum.
“I’m…I’m doing it,” I reported.
“Keep going. That’s it.”
“Wh-what about you?”
“I’m grading papers.”
I barked an unsteady laugh. “You’re killing me, Professor.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I like that. Say it again,” he commanded, his voice pure gravel.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s good. Now tell me something that always turns you on.”
My eyes widened. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can,” he coaxed. “It’s easy. Some people have fireman fantasies or they like the idea of getting tied up by a cowboy. What’s yours?”
OMG. I was sweating now and my cock had a pulse all its own. I slid my hand up and down my pole with one hand and fondled my balls with the other. Then I hiked my leg over the sofa cushion and pressed a single digit on my puckered entrance.
I just held it there. The pressure alone made me dizzy with need.
“I like the idea of someone else being in charge,” I admitted in a breathy tone.
“Telling you what to do?”
“Yes. Very sternly.”
Thomas hummed thoughtfully. “Interesting. I want you to listen closely now. Are you listening, Noah?”
I smeared precum over my tip, shivering as I pushed my finger in my hole. “Y-yes.”
“If you want to come, you’ll need my permission.”
“Oh, fuck,” I grunted, closing my eyes as I tugged my dick.
“Noah?”
“Can I come?”
“Ask properly.”
My eyeballs practically rolled in my head. I could just imagine him nonchalantly grading papers in his slightly rumpled oxford shirt, those sexy glasses, and…
“Please. Can I come, sir?”
“Yes. You may.”
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck.” I added a second finger and jacked myself silly. “I’m gonna come.”
White light clouded my vision a moment later. I dropped my phone and finished myself off, gasping for air as jizz shot over my fist.
I wiped my hands on my shirt, then picked up my cell and breathed heavily into the receiver.
“How was that?” Thomas asked casually.
My chuckle morphed into laughter. “Amazing. I came, you know. I actually fucking came.”
“I know. I could tell.”
My mouth was open again. “Did you—did you set me up? Did you plan this?”
“Of course not.”
“How did you do that? You said you’d never done the phone-sex thing.”
“I haven’t, but I’m a very quick learner. Good night, Noah.”
“Wait.”
One beat, two beats…
“Yes?”
“You’re ready for the next step. Technically, you’d probably have already conquered this one before phone intercourse, but order doesn’t really matter.”