Late Night Phone Fun

One from the laminated list...

The ringing phone brought me out of my dreamless sleep. My brow creased as I reached to see who would call me so late. My eyes popped open when I read the Caller ID. It was the last person I expected to call me at one o'clock in the morning... if at all. "Hello?" I said uncertainly as I answered.

"Hey," he whispered, almost breathlessly, but I could still see the smile on his face. "I hope I didn't disturb you."

"No, you didn't disturb me," I murmured. "Shocked, surprised, bemused, maybe... but not disturbed."

He chuckled. "Were you asleep?"

"Yeah," I grunted as I scooted up into a sitting position. "But it's OK. What's up?"

He laughed. "One guess."

I could hear a very real tremble in his teasing voice. My heart stopped as I realized what he was doing on the other end, and the true purpose of his phone call to me. I lit up like a roman candle as I responded, "Oh, really?"

Again he was breathless as he answered. "Uh huh."

"You got a lot to offer a girl, Kenickie?"

Another laugh as he caught the movie reference. "So I guess that makes you Rizzo now?"

"Always," I grinned. "She had the most fun."

"Did you have a lot of fun in high school?"

"Scads. That's why I ditched as much of it as possible without getting expelled."

"So what did you do to fill up your time?" he asked.

I shrugged. "This and that. I had a friend and we got into our fair share of trouble with older guys."

"Like what?" he prodded, and I could hear the urgency in his voice.

"Like I'm going to tell you."

"Why not? Tell me a bedtime story," he said so softly my nerve endings went right up in flames. "Then maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll tell you one."

"Promises, promises," I stalled. "I already know how you work."

"No, you don't," he murmured. "But you could."

"I could, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," he confirmed in a shaky voice. "Don't think that I haven't thought about you. Sometimes I've even dreamt about you."

My eyes fluttered closed. "What did you dream about?" I asked breathlessly.

"Your lips around my cock," he said softly, and I couldn't help but moan as I recalled a vivid fantasy I had of doing that very thing. I could even remember the look on his face as he came, that primal grimace of domination as he watched me suck the cum from his body. "Touch yourself," he commanded in a low, authoritative voice. "Grab one of those big, gorgeous tits for me."

My breath caught as I did what he instructed, palming the hardening peak of my right breast.

"That's my girl," he murmured. "Did you ever notice that I hug you longer when you show some cleavage?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Why do you think I wear shirts that show it off?" I asked with a smile all my own.

He chuckled. "I wish I could be there with you right now," he said, soft as a whisper. "I'd love to slip my hand up under your shirt and feel you fill my hand for the first time."

I gasped as I imagined how that might feel. "I'd like that, too," I admitted before I bit my lip.

"I'd tweak that nipple until you gasped out loud," he promised, and I followed his scenario faithfully. He moaned when I gasped, and I could hear his hand working away on his cock in the background. "What would you do to me?"

"I'd kiss my way down your bare body while I stroked that big, hard shaft," I murmured, making him moan as he pleasured himself. "I want to run my tongue all over that silky head, around in circles as I close my hot mouth around your cock."

I was rewarded with his gasp. "Then I would snake my tongue around the shaft as I took you deeper and deeper into my throat."

"God, yes," he whispered.

"Your cock would jump when you'd hear me groan. You'd grab a fistful of my hair, commanding me with confidence as you'd guide me up and down, urging me to go faster, take it deeper."

"Oh, God," he groaned. "And you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I'd love it. I'd love to trace every throbbing inch of that beautiful cock. I'd stroke your shaft with my hand while I focused on that swollen, sensitive head with my mouth, my tongue bathing it, over it, around it... under it. Our eyes would lock as you watched me worship your cock."

He gasped, and I could hear his movements speed up. "Touch yourself now. Between your legs."

"Okay," I said as my hand slipped under the covers and underneath my pajamas.

"Are you wet?" he asked.

"So wet," I answered.

"Rub yourself off, I want to hear you cum for me," he commanded. "Imagine my tongue circling all around your delicious clit, flicking it back and forth before sucking it into my mouth."

I cried out as I vigorously masturbated to the image in my head. "Oh my God, I'm gonna come," I said as I felt my body tense up.

"Cum for me, cum hard," he urged in between moans and gasps of his own. It was all I needed as I came loudly in his ear. "Tell me," he insisted.

"I'm cumming," I cried out.

"Slide two fingers inside now," he commanded in a firmer voice. "Feel me as I penetrate you." We both cried out as I did what he said. "Do you feel me inside you?" he asked.

"Yes," I whimpered. "God, yes."

"You feel me fucking you?" he prodded.

"I feel you fucking me," I answered dutifully. "I've wanted you inside me for so long," I added more honestly than I wanted to admit... but it was beyond me.

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"You should have asked," he said with a confident smirk I could hear. "Maybe if you had, you could have my cock inside your pussy right now instead of your fingers."

I gasped. "Tease," I whispered.

"Ask," he commanded again.

"Will you please fuck me?" I said finally.

"I thought you'd never ask," he growled before he hung up the phone. I sat bolt upright in the king-sized bed in the hotel room as I tried to figure out exactly what was happening. This was definitely uncharted territory, and certain forbidden. We were there to work, we were barely even friends... but here I was a heartbeat away from a fantasy fulfilled simply because of a late night sexy phone call. I held my breath and very faintly I could hear the door down the hall open and shut. Footfalls drew ever closer until finally there was a slight knock on the door.

I slid from bed and padded softly over to the door, to peer out the peep hole. I recognized his profile anywhere. There wasn't a light on anywhere in my room when I opened the door. He stepped through and wrenched the door out of my hand before backing me up against the wall, kicking the door shut behind him. One hand wound into my hair as he reached for a hot kiss, the first we would ever share. His mouth dwarfed mine and his snake-like tongue slipped between my slightly parted lips to swirl around my tongue. I could feel how hard he was as his body pinned me to the wall. I remembered he hadn't come yet, so I knew he was still crazed to fuck.

And now, he was here... with me... with the one girl he knew couldn't resist him.

His other hand slipped up under my pajama top to cup my full, heavy breast. He groaned into my mouth as he run his thumb over my hardened nipple, and I shuddered against him. He nearly growled as he kissed me harder, leaving me to swoon against him. He pulled away only to rip the top off of my body, and his lips caught my breast as it swayed free. He sucked the sensitive tip between two teeth, and I had to brace against him to avoid wilting to the floor. He reached back up to nuzzle my ear. "Tell me again."

My eyes rolled back as he chewed delicately at my earlobe, before leaving a ring of fire along the inside of my ear, leaving me even more weak-kneed. "I want to feel you inside me."

Again he gave a subtle growl as he pulled me over to the bed. He pushed me down on my back and stood over me with a triumphant grin on his face. Our eyes locked as he peeled off his own shirt, revealing his toned, glistening torso. His pants were already unzipped and his crazy hard erection peeked over the edge of his low-slung jeans. I easily pushed the tight denim over his hips, along with his underwear, until he was naked before me.

He wasn't the only one now crazed to fuck. My palms itched to curve around his magnificent cock. I wanted to lick away that drop of pre-cum glistening on that swollen, purple head that throbbed the closer it got to my full, parted lips.

I swallowed him easily into my mouth without much ceremony. I was hungry for his cock and he knew it. I sucked it deep into the back of my throat, and he drew a sharp intake of breath as he struggled to stand on his feet. He watched as his dick disappeared into my mouth, fucking my face. I teased him every bit as much as I promised on the phone I would do, moaning against him until he grabbed handfuls of hair to stay upright. I would pause to jack him off with a firm, quick grip as I slapped the head of his cock onto my broad tongue, before it would curl and slither right back down toward the base as I sucked him off.

I was teasing him... and he was over it.

He pressed me back into the bed before peeling away my pajama bottoms. He kissed his way up my body as he spread my legs apart, trailing his hot mouth from my tattooed ankle to the sensitive pale flesh of my thigh, and finally closer and closer to my throbbing, wet pussy. I gripped the sheets with tight little balled fists as his hot breath danced across my sensitive flesh. I cried out as he flattened his tongue over my throbbing clit, aching once again to be satisfied. The minute he sucked it loudly into his mouth, I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I pushed him into my pussy.

I bucked against him as he knit two fingers together and slid them slowly into my quivering cunt. Color burst behind my eyelids as I arched my back, coming hard over his agile, quickening fingers. Before the last quiver could abate, he crawled up my body to fit himself between my thighs. He kissed me again, this time softer, and sweeter, and I could taste myself on his tongue, so I sucked slightly, making him groan deep in his throat. He rubbed the head of his cock against my throbbing clit. "Feel how much I want you?" he asked as he looked deep in my eyes. "So hard and ready, just for you. All you have to do is ask."

"I want you," I whimpered helplessly as he tormented me. "Fuck me."

His eyes locked with mine as he drove himself inside me with such force it made me cry out.

"Like that?" he asked.

I nodded, unable to speak. Another powerful stroke, and then another, coming faster and faster as he rode me without apology or hesitation. I was lost in those dark brown eyes as he stared into my face, using my expressions of pleasure to guide his movement. He wore a triumphant smirk for every breathless gasp and every loud cry that escaped my lips. I tightened every muscle around him until he couldn't help but cry out himself. He lifted my legs up by the knees, nearly bending me in half to reach that elusive, hidden spot within me. I was clawing at the sheets, thrashing underneath him. I needed to come bad.

He spun me onto my knees before he entered me from behind, bracing my hands pinned under his on the headboard. Another thrust, deeper this time. I screamed out loud, which made him clamp his mouth onto my shoulder to take a playful nip out of my skin before sucking it deep and hard until it almost hurt. I hadn't had a hickey in more than twenty years, but he was determined to leave a mark. He slapped my ass as he fucked me, which only made me wilder for him.

His fingers tangled in my hair. "Tell me what you need, baby," he breathed against my neck.

"I need you to fuck me like you mean it" I instructed, and he obeyed every command with forceful thrusts that teetered right on the brink of exquisite pain.

"Like that?" he asked, though he knew damn well what he was doing to me.

"Like that," I breathed. "Take it. Take it all."

His other hand released mine as it slid up my arms and down around my body. One hand captured my breast to tweak it, as the other disappeared in between my legs to finger me while he fucked me from behind. His touch was light and quick and I bucked wildly against him. His breath was in my ear. "I want to feel that tight pussy explode over my dick," he commanded. I melted when he finally whispered my name... the ultimate aphrodisiac.

"Don't stop," I begged as I rocked against him, alternating between his magical fingers and is rock-hard cock.

"I'll never stop fucking you," he promised with each decisive thrust. "You're mine now," he told me between three powerful thrusts. I shuddered hard as each spasm overtook me. He sped up his movements to rocket me into another orgasm before he finally thrust up into me and climaxed himself with a loud cry. He held me stiff for a long, spasming moment, his hand yanking my hair so far back I was arching backwards against his chest. We panted for air before we both crumpled onto the bed.

He grinned as he swatted my fanny. "See what happens when you ask?"

I laughed and reached for a kiss. His hand swept through my hair as he pulled me closer, his tongue slipping easily between my lips as he teased me through a tender, exploratory kiss. As we pulled apart, I stared at his supple, swollen lips. "I've dreamed of kissing you for years," I said softly.

His eyebrow arched as he pushed the curtain of my dark red hair from my face. "What's the verdict?"

"Don't stop," I whispered. I was met with another kiss, which was interrupted by another surprise late night phone call. He reached around my naked body to silence it before I could even look at the caller ID. With a deep, sexy smirk, he chucked the phone into an upholstered chair across the room.

"Tonight you're mine," he declared as he gathered me into his arms. "They can wait."

I didn't even argue. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close for another blazing kiss. We lay naked skin to skin. I had no idea where we were going, but it was a helluva good start.