“I’m not sure. I never played the old game.”
“No, you didn’t,” I say. Which is the whole problem. I want the old game back and it’s gone for good. But I don’t tell her any of that. She’s not worth it.
“Would you like a goodnight… kiss?” she coos.
“You want to make sucky-face noises in the phone?” I ask. “Pass.”
She laughs then. A soft one. Maybe even a real one. “No, you dumbass. Like… phone sex, Bricman. Come on. Why are you so surly?”
“You want to phone-sex me?”
“Are you a phone sex virgin?”
“No… not exactly.”
“Have you ever done it before?”
“Did Jordan put you up to this?” I ask her.
“No. I just kissed him goodnight a few minutes ago. He enjoyed it, he said. Came all over my imaginary face.”
It’s my turn to laugh. Just a small one.
“Ha,” she says, still almost whispering. “I made you smile. So do you? Want to phone-sex, I mean?”
I look down at my cock and find it… uninterested.
“I can make it fun.”
“Were you a cam girl in your other life?”
“No,” she says. Still playful. “I just think it’s erotic to get someone off with words, you know? And imagination. It’s an art, I think.”
“And you’re what? A come artist?”
She chortles this time. “Call it whatever you want. But how about you unbutton your pants while we talk? Take that fat cock out and hold it. Grip it tight for me, Elias.”
And maybe I’m just drunk, or maybe I’m just lonely, or maybe I’m actually thinking it might be fun, but I do it.
“OK,” I say into the phone. And then I put her on speaker and set the phone down. “I’ve got it in my hand. Now what?”
“Play with your balls,” she says. “Grab them, lift them up, and massage them. Press them against your hard shaft, Elias. I want you good and ready for me.”
“Are your fingers in your pussy?” I ask.
“Not yet. I’m just getting started.”
“Are you already wet? From Jordan?”
“Yes,” she says. “Are you playing with your balls?”
“Yes,” I say, massaging them in the palm of my hand, rubbing them against my now fully-erect cock. There are all kinds of warning bells going off in my head right now. Warnings like… She’s controlling you, Bric. She’s getting her way. She’s trying to change the rules in her favor. She wants to win, Bric.
But I don’t even know what winning means anymore. I’ve been on a losing streak for so long, I’ve lost perspective. Maybe this is winning?
“Stop thinking so hard, Elias.” She purrs my name. Like a trained whore, I tell myself. Or… like a woman and not a girl. “Just relax. Lean back. Are you on your couch? Or in a chair? Give me a visual.”
It’s a bad idea, but I don’t care. “Couch,” I say.
“Keep playing,” she says. Her voice is so low now. Such a soft whisper. And her breathing is picking up. Just a little. Just enough for me to picture her too. “And tell me what the room looks like.”
I look around my apartment. “It’s cold,” I say. “Leather chairs and couch.”
“What color?” she asks.
“White. And the floors are black marble.”
“So you live in your own version of the Black and White Rooms?”
“What?” I say, my hand pausing mid-stroke on my cock.
“Do you have a view? From where you’re sitting?”
I glance out the window and find the gold dome of the capitol building. “No.”
“Such a shame. Do you want to know where I am?”
“Sure,” I say, losing interest fast. What the fuck am I doing?
“Well…” she breathes. “I undressed as soon as I came home. I was regretting my choice of dress all night because I didn’t feel sexy in it. It was too tailored. Too buttoned up. Too professional. I wanted you to look at me, Elias. Look at me in a way that made your eyes heavy and your heart beat faster. And you didn’t. So I was disappointed.”
I wonder how true that is?
“So I put on something else. And made myself up in a different way. Do you want a picture?”
“Sure,” I say, glancing down at the phone.
I hear the sound of a camera click, then a few seconds later my phone beeps. I tab the message and open it up.
Good. Fucking. God.
Her hair looks like someone just fucked her brains out. All messy and long. Hanging over her eyes, which have been darked up with smoky colors. Grays and blacks. Her brown eyes still have that glint of sultry power shining from within. And her lips are glossy and red. I picture them wrapped around my cock, those tantalizing brown eyes looking up at me as I hold her head in place and fuck her mouth.
She’s lying back on her bed wearing black lingerie. A corset. She’s got her knees up, legs open, panties pulled aside, fingers spreading herself so I can see her pussy.
Her tits are practically spilling out of the push-up bra built into the corset. Her other hand is pulling down the fabric to reveal a nipple.
It’s a really good visual.
“Do you like me this way, Elias?”
“Yes,” I mumble. My hand is busier now. My strokes faster. My heart faster. Everything is faster.
Her breathing picks up too. A few seconds later she’s panting, but it sounds like she’s holding back. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I have my fingers in my pussy. Wishing they were your fat cock.”
I allow myself a smile.
“Pretend your hand is mine now, Elias. That’s my hand on your cock. That’s my hand stroking you.”
I do pretend. I stare down at the picture, hold the image of her in my head, and then close my eyes.
“Drag my hand up and down your shaft, Elias. Slowly. All the way up. Over the tip of your head, squeezing out little drops of liquid. I would lean over and lick it off if I was there. Looking up at you as I do it. Relishing the taste of your arousal.”
I see the whole thing as I lean back into the couch cushions and stretch my legs out. My hand becomes her hand.
“Now lift up your cock and place it flat against your stomach. Feel me lick your balls. One of my fingers is wandering, Elias. Down to stroke your asshole. Probe it…”
“Jesus,” I mumble.
“Do you want me to lick you there?” she asks.
“Fuck, yeah,” I say.
“Imagine my tongue takes the place of my finger. I sweep over your ass, then lick my way up your balls, sucking them into my mouth. I’m looking at you, Elias. Only you as I kiss my way back up your hard, muscular stomach and then put my mouth over the head of your cock. I cup your balls now. Wanting you to come down my throat. Your hands grab my hair and fist it. You force my face down. Force your cock into the back of my throat. Your other hand palms my neck, searching for the movement of my muscles as I swallow your thick shaft.”
“Goddamn,” I say.
“I’m so horny, Elias. I wish you were here to really satisfy me. My fingers can’t replace the real thing. I want you inside me. Stretching me open as you fill me up.”
Poor thing.
“But I’ll just have to wait, won’t I?”
“Yes,” I say.
“There’s no replacement for what you can give me.”
“No,” I mumble. I’m jerking myself off pretty hard now. I make slapping noises each time my fist goes up and down my cock.
“I want to come, Elias. You can make me come. You can lean your head down between my legs. One hand fisting my breast. Squeezing it hard. So hard I gasp and whine. But I won’t tell you to stop.”
“I wouldn’t listen anyway,” I say, breathing hard as the words come out.
“I know,” she whines. “I know you wouldn’t. You’d make me suffer, wouldn’t you, Elias?”
“Yes,” I say. I’m getting close. I like this visual. I really do wish I was eating her pussy right now.