I erupt into giggles at her silly antics. “Holy shit, Elise. That’s some upper level imagination there, and I didn’t know you had that voice. You never told me you were a phone-sex operator, but I’d believe it now. Were you undercover for a story, or just needing a bit of extra cash?”
She laughs back, taking my teasing in stride, “Whatever. You try that voice on Derrick and he’ll be eating out of your hand . . . or whatever orifice you want him to eat out.” We’re both quiet for a moment, the laughter giving way but the smile still stretching my face. “But seriously, babe, if I didn’t know any better . . .”
“What?” I ask, curious where she’s going now after her little tangent.
“Nothing, it’s just, what do you feel for him? What’s happening with you two?”
I bite my lip, chewing thoughtfully as I try to figure out the words. “Elise, since getting together with Derrick, I feel like a little bit of that darkness inside me is starting to fade. He’s a gentleman, with a naughty streak a mile wide that he still respects me with. He’s protective, he’s kind, he listens when I bore the shit out of him talking about work . . . I think I’m falling for him. Hard.”
“Whoa. You sure babe? I mean, I’m happy as fuck for you, but . . . you’re you. And no offense, but this sounds awfully fast. I mean, considering what you’ve been through.”
“I know, which is part of what scares the hell out of me. There’s no logic in this, and I need a balanced pro/con sheet to feel like life makes sense. He’s a radio personality with a sports background. I’m going to be reading Football For Dummies so I can understand the damn game I’m invited to. He’s tall and built like a Greek statue. I’m . . . well, like you said, I’m me.”
“So you’re scared,” Elise says. “You’re going by your guts and not your brains.”
“And you know what happens when I let my heart get involved,” I reply. “What if D’s just like every other man I’ve let inside?”
“He could be, but he could also be the guy who might give you what you most totally deserve,” Elise says. “A happy ever after.”
“A happy ever after? Those are for cheesy romance books and fairy tales.”
Elise snickers and raises her voice, singing. “When you wish upon a star . . ..”
“Yeah, yeah,” I snort. “You’re a horrible Jiminy Cricket. No offense, but your conscience is not much better than mine, and you’re a hell of a lot hotter.”
“Why thank you, I do say I’m a lot more fuckable than an insect,” Elise retorts. “Listen, I gotta ask up front after your Kevin bombshell, or lack of bombshelling, I should say. Does Derrick knock your socks off?”
I giggle, feeling warmth between my thighs as I think of Derrick last night. “My socks, my panties, my bra . . . he’s the best ever. If he were a computer program, he’d be the Big Oh-S-E-X.”
“Apple’s so going to love that you’re making fun of their operating system,” Elise snickers. “Nerd dirty talk, gotta love it. So what’s his style, pound you into submissive bliss or do you like to take charge?”
“That’s the thing,” I admit, my heart beating a little faster, “he’s so good at listening, reading my body language. Like last night, I started off saying I wanted to be all prim and proper, no sex on the second date. But he read me so well and pushed his flirting to delicious naughtiness. My god Elise, I was so ready to go to a dark corner and get it on in public. Me! In public! Can you imagine? But this morning, after we woke up, he totally saw that I wasn’t really feeling it for sex, and we just talked as I showered. We even broke the toilet barrier.”
“You’re fucking shitting me,” Elise says wonderingly. She’s the one who introduced me to the various barriers, with the toilet barrier, or feeling comfortable enough to use the toilet in front of the other person, being one of the greatest. “You aren’t maybe falling for him, you’re head over heels for this guy. Is there any limits you won’t cross with him?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like if that man asks me anything I’d do it,” I admit. “God, I can’t believe it. I am so head over heels for this man. Okay, pause button pressed or I’m gonna get too worked up and have to call him back for a repeat performance.” I shake my head a bit, rattling the sexy thoughts of Derrick out and hear Elise laughing at me across the line. “What about you? Tell me about your day. Any better news about your boss? Are you still dating that same guy? The chef.”
“Trevor?” Elise asks, snorting. “Nah, he was a tumbling, bumbling dickweed. Today’s mostly sucked because I’m chasing some stupid celeb rumors. Fuck, why couldn’t I have been on the Prince Harry and Meghan Markle beat?”
“Because you’re barred from the UK after that little incident five years ago?” I tease, making Elise give me a long, loud raspberry in my ear.
“I wasn’t banned from the whole country, just the Defence Ministry,” Elise says. “And besides, the reporter’s not going to England, it’s all stateside reporting. I didn’t get the assignment though because I’m not willing to fuck my way into plum assignments, unlike some people in my office,” she says with a snotty tone. “Really though, I’m cool. Standard stuff, nothing too exciting right now . . . usual celeb sightings, gossip mongering, and ass-kissing and covering to prevent lawsuits. Hey, what do you think of money shots?”
“Money shots?” I ask.
“Oh, come on, Kat. You know what a money shot is. When a guy blows his load all over--”
“I know what a money shot is. That was just so random I figured you meant something else.”
Elise laughs. “Sorry, I’m chasing a rumor that there’s a TV star whose specialty is getting money shots with some pretty A-list celebs. Can’t name names yet, you know how that shit is, but what do you think?”
“I guess it depends on the couple? I mean, if they’re both into it, who am I to say no?”
“Yup, you’ve been Love Whispered,” Elise jokes. “So sweet, yet sexy, and no smut to you at all.”
“You mean, too high class,” I tease. “Like you, babe. Elise, you’re a legit journalist, I’ve read your real work. Why are you chasing down who blows a load in who’s face?”
“Pays the bills for now, you know that. Just like your work on that never-to-be mentioned again adult dating sim. Not saying I always like it, but it does pay well.”
“Yeah but . . .,” I reply, then sigh, not wanting to make her feel bad about her job, even if she really is too good for the drivel she reports on. “Okay, I get it. So, now that Trevor’s out of the way, anything interesting for you?”
“Not really, but I am hitting a club tonight with a few coworkers. It’s mostly a work outing though, I won’t be there looking to get my freak on,” Elise admits. “Wanna join us? I got a new skirt that would make your ass look like a million bucks.”
I think about it, then hum. “No can do. I got a man.”
“What’s your man got to do with me?” Elise asks, joking right along with me. “Come on, be my wing girl. I’m not going to get my freak on, but I didn’t say I’m not gonna flirt. Drinks are on me.”
I shake my head, leaning back. “No, that’s okay Elise. Not saying I’m not interested in hanging with my best friend . . . I’m just sort of hoping to see or talk to Derrick after his show, know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean. Four letter word, starts with L, ends with E. You know I . . .,” Elise says, her words failing her for a moment. “I’m happy for you Kat. I really am. Listen, I need to maintain my saucy bitchiness, so I’m gonna get ready to go. This weekend or something, girl time though, okay?”
“Only if you bring chocolate chip cookies to my place. And you can teach me about football. You dated a quarterback in college, right?”
Elise laughs. “I caught more balls from him than anyone on the team, but that doesn’t mean I know a damn thing about football. But we’ll figure it out together. Talk to you later.”
Chapter 17
Derrick
My phone is out of
my pocket as soon as my front door’s closed, and I flop down in my favorite chair, the line ringing in my ear.
“Hey sexy man,” Kat purrs, making my cock twitch. “I thought I heard a little tension in your voice tonight. What, behaving while you talked about how to go down on a woman for three hours have you worked up?”
I reach down, massaging my already hardening cock. “Fuck Kitty Kat, you know I was thinking of you all show long. You were right to have your phone turned off. But . . . goddamn I couldn’t stop thinking of how good you taste.”
“Mmm, I was thinking of you too. Especially when you talked about doing that figure eight with your tongue, you naughty man, giving away your special move on me. Millions of women will thank you later.”
“Just need one,” I rasp, my cock hard and tenting my pants. “Fuck I miss you. Remind me again why we couldn't get together tonight?”
Kat chuckles, lowering her voice just the way she knows I like it. “Because I have to put in a very long, hard day behind my keyboard tomorrow,” she teases. “Someone’s been keeping me so distracted with thoughts of his big cock pumping in and out of me that I’ve got a lot to catch up on.”
“You know I’m sorry about that,” I half tease. “I thought I was inspiring you.”
“Oh, you are, but if we saw each other tonight, we both know we’re not going to get any sleep. I’d spend all night with my legs wrapped around your hips, pulling you into me and holding you deep inside.”
“And that's a problem why?” I tease, reaching for the button on my jeans.
“Because I have to put the finishing touches on this app for the presentation at the end of the week, you know how hard I've been working on this. Other than being with you, I’ve put nearly every minute of every day for the last few months into this and it’s all coming down to the presentation. I’ve got to prove myself as more than a one-hit wonder and the graphics are giving the team a hard time to integrate with the gestures sensing technology . . . oops sorry, get a little excited and fall down the rabbit hole sometimes. It’s just a few days apart and then we can have our next date at the football game.”
I run my hand through my hair, knowing she’s right, but also knowing that I have to have her. “I know, I just miss you. Your business doesn't mean we can't go back to our roots a bit though does it?”
There’s a throaty, sexy chuckle that makes my throat go dry, and Kat comes back on. “Definitely not. But promise me one thing . . . one and done, this can’t be an all-nighter.”
One and done? The way I’m feeling right now, it might be five minutes and goodnight, but I’ll do my best. “I promise.”
My phone dings, and I see she’s sending me a FaceTime call. I quickly hit the accept button, and what I see makes my jaw drop.
Kat’s grinning at me, already changed into a set of not trashy but definitely sexy lingerie, a sheer teddy and lacy boy shorts that give me quite a view of her ass cheeks as she poses, twirling for me before sitting down on her couch. “Whatcha think, boyfriend?”
“You little cock tease!” I growl, even as I grin. “You had this planned all along.”
“Maybe,” Kat says with a naughty smirk. “Are you complaining?”
“Definitely not, just wish I was there with you to take that sexy top off with my teeth.”
Kat giggles naughtily, running a thumb under the strap on her teddy. “Oh this thing?” She plays with the straps on her shoulders, dipping them down in turn before pulling it back up and cupping her breasts, lifting them up for my inspection. “I just figured it showed off the feature you like best about me.”
“You know I love your tits,” I growl, leaning forward. “But I love every single thing about you. That’s why I love you.”
Kat stops, her eyes wide with emotion. We’ve said it to each other before, but it still hits with a lot of feeling every time. “And I love you. But . . .” she says, slipping back into her playful flirtiness, “I can’t just pull my heart out of my chest, things don’t work that way. I can, however . . ..”
Kat lifts her breasts up again, sliding the teddy down to reveal the beautiful half globes to me. Pressing them together, she jiggles them a little. “You do like these too, right?”
Reaching down off camera, I open my jeans, letting my cock jut out tall and stiff. “Yes Kitty Kat, just like that. Show those perfect tits to me, rub your thumb across your nipples until they're all pearled up for me.”
Kat moans, doing just as I ask while lifting them. She tweaks and rubs her nipples, and I can’t stop myself from reaching down to slowly stroke my cock. “Mmm, baby, I know you’re amazing in person. But I won’t lie, I've missed this. It's been awhile since we've had to do this long distance, and it’s . . ..”
Her voice drifts off, and I add a bit of steel to my gravelly voice. “Tell me, Kat. Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.”
She lets out a sigh. “You make me feel clean and dirty at the same time. I love imagining it’s your hands squeezing me.”
Kat tells me exactly how she feels, her hands massaging as she throws her head back, and my cock throbs in my grip. “Fuck you’ve got me so hard.”
“Show me,” Kat rasps, picking her phone up. “Show me that thick, beautiful cock that I love to feel stroking in and out of my soaked pussy.”
I tilt my camera, showing her. I wrap my hand around my shaft, pumping it slowly until a drop of precum oozes out the top. “Is that what you like? You want that little raindrop, a bit of sweetness? I want to trace it along your lips like lipstick until you’re glossy with it. And then have you lick it all off before you suck my cock to get more.”
“Mmm,” Kat moans. “You know I do. I love the taste of you. God, you make me feel so naughty.”
“You’re my naughty little slut now, aren’t you?” I ask as I pump my cock for her, letting her see how the head swells with each stroke. “You dream of having my cock fucking you anywhere and everywhere you are.”
“Oh, shit,” Kat gasps. Her screen shifts, and I see that she’s got two fingers buried inside her pussy already, pumping them in and out. “I love being your little plaything. Nothing boring about me now.”
“Never was, you just needed to feel safe to explore,” I moan, watching her fingers. “That’s it, baby. Watch me, pace yourself with me. Slide those slick fingers into your tight little cunt as I fuck my fist for you.” I time my strokes with her hand, both of us rising.
Kat cries out, needing more and uses her other hand to tug her boy shorts the rest of the way down, lewdly spreading her legs and showing every sexy inch of herself to me. “Mmm . . . so are you going to show me your pretty little asshole after the anal show?”
“Oh god . . .,” Kat whines, her fingers smearing her wetness around her clit before she plunges in again, her thumb stroking her clit. “I . . . I’d let you be my first. Fuck . . . oh fuck I’m gonna come soon.”
“Do it baby, I’m gonna come for you too,” I reply, my hand speeding up. My cock throbs as I pump myself quickly, squeezing and relaxing. “My hand’s not nearly as good as your hot, tight pussy, or even your little hands, but I could watch you tighten around your fingers, your thighs shaking forever. Squeeze your pussy tight, Kitty Kat. Choke those fingers the way I like it when you milk my cock.” We both moan louder and louder, and it’s enough. “Oh fuck . . . Katrina!”
“Derrick . . ..” Kat gasps as we both climax at the same time. I come hard, my cock erupting in thick spurts. Kat’s hips shake and buck up and down on her couch, and it’s a long time before either of us can move. When she does, she turns her phone to show me her smiling face. “Damn baby . . . god I love how you know just what to say.”
“Just saying how you make me feel,” I tell her. “And Kat . . . I love you.”
She smiles, then giggles. “You love me all the way up to your chest from the way it looks. Glad I make you wear a condom, or else you’d have come shooting out my nose.” I grab my discarded t-shirt, wiping off the mess a bit.
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We chat for about another thirty minutes until Kat yawns. “Ready to turn in?”
“I’m beat,” Kat admits. “I just hate getting up to an alarm. You wake me up so much better.”
“After your presentation Friday, I can wake you up just the way you like more and more often,” I assure her. “Uhm . . . maybe this is too quick, but if you’d like, you can move some things over here. I’ve got space in my closet for you.”
“The closet barrier, huh?” Kat says, giggling when I give her a confused look. “I’ll explain later. Let me think on it, and I’ll call you after work tomorrow. I love you Derrick. G’night.”
“G’night, Kat. I love you too.”
Chapter 18
Kat
It seems almost prophetic as I walk into the office, chugging what’s already my second coffee of the day. It’s Wednesday, and of course the local radio station is cranking it loud. I don’t wanna work, I want to bang on the drum all day . . ..
“How nearly appropriate,” I mutter to myself, half slinging my backpack onto my desk. Looking up, I see Tyler, one of the other coders. “Hey Tyler, you mind turning that down?”
“Oh lighten up Kat, it’s Hump Day!” Tyler, who isn’t facing a deadline and certainly isn’t worried about proving himself in this industry, calls back. “If you want, I can change it. Maybe some Rihanna on repeat? Work, work, work!”
I give him a glare that says I’m ready to work, not joke around. “As soon as the ode to Wednesday ends, can you turn it down though? I gotta focus and get this done.”
“Will do,” Tyler says. “Hey, Kat?”
“Yeah?”
“Kick some ass Friday. You know . . . because you’re awesome.”
I smile, feeling good that the guys around here support me. “Thanks Tyler.”
I sit down, reviewing the results of my last bug check. With a hundred thousand lines of code, it’s a bitch to wrap my head around. Until now, it’s been a matter of sending the app to various beta testers who put it through its paces, and then tracking down the errors they find.
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