Withholding Nothing

by Victoria Bright

  “Well, hello there, sex kitten,” I said, deepening my voice.

  “Avery,” she breathed.

  I chuckled. “So you remember me.”

  “Of course. You make it hard to forget you,” she said, her tone seductive. “What can I do for you tonight, handsome?”

  “Tell me, sex kitten, do you believe in fate?”

  “Hmm…I will if you want me to.”

  “No, I want to know what you really think. Do you believe certain things happen for a reason and that certain people come in your life for a reason?”

  She was quiet for a moment. “Yes, I think so.”

  “You know, I’ve been thinking about you since our last call. Thinking about all the things I’d do once I got my hands on you,” I murmured.

  “Oh yeah? I hope it includes using that tongue of yours that I haven’t stopped thinking about,” she purred.

  “Mmm…been thinking about how I’d tease your nipples with the tip of my tongue before sucking on them until their rock hard,” I mused.

  “Mhm…and a little lower,” she said softly.

  “Anxious to feel my tongue on that wet pussy, huh?”

  “Of course.”

  “Just imagine it…me being between your thighs as I lap up your juices, feeling you tremble above me as pleasure takes over your body. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Then suckling your sensitive clit until you beg me to stop.”

  “I don’t think I’d ever tell you to stop,” she said and giggled.

  “Maybe after I’ve made you come so many times that you’re too sensitive to touch. And that would be before I even fucked you.”

  “You talk a good game, Mr. Avery. Too bad you’re unable to feel how wet I really am for you. I guess I’ll have to touch myself and imagine it’s your tongue and hard cock making me come tonight,” she said.

  “I guess I'll have to imagine what that looks like. For now, I'll settle for hearing you moan for me.”

  “I can do that,” she murmured, her voice soft. It was surreal to hear this woman at her most vulnerable. She put up a tough front when she was around me, but the way her demeanor changed the moment she spoke with me on the phone made my heart skip a beat. It didn't seem as if she was just talking to me because I was a caller; she even remembered my name and her voice changed a couple of octaves when she'd realized it was “Avery.”

  A soft sigh distracted me from my musings, my cock hardening me in my shorts. “I’m already so wet for you, Avery,” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah? I'd lick every drop from you, sex kitten.”

  “I'd love that. But I'd also love having your big cock deep inside of me instead of my fingers.”

  “I bet you're so tight, baby. Your pussy would feel so good bouncing on my cock,” I murmured.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  I grinned and went back into the hallway, pausing at her door as my hand rested on the knob. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned it and cracked the door open. She laid on her back on her bed, her hand in her unbuttoned jeans. Her cheeks were flushed a light shade of pink as she fingered herself, biting her bottom lip to muffle her whimpers.

  “That's it, baby,” I whispered close into the phone. “I bet you're dripping wet right now.”

  “I am,” she breathed, her back arching as her hand moved faster.

  “I want you to imagine me fucking you hard and deep, making you scream my name as I hit your spot over and over,” I murmured, my cock painfully hard now. She responded with short pants and moans, her chest rising and falling quicker with each breath. “I’d suck those perky nipples as I fucked you, my fingers caressing your swollen clit as your juicy pussy squeezes my cock. Would you like that, sex kitten?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck, I'm going to come.”

  “Then come for me, baby.”

  I watched as she fingered herself, finally bringing herself to her release with a lustful moan, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming. I grinned to myself. She probably kept her voice low to prevent me from hearing her.

  “Oh my God,” she finally said.

  “That was sexy,” I said, a bit louder than I'd intended. She shot up in bed and looked toward the cracked door in horror. Scrambling off the bed, she rushed over and slammed the door shut, eliciting a chuckle from me.

  “I didn't think I'd have the door slammed in my face after I’ve made you come,” I mused. The line was silent for a moment before her door slowly opened again. “But lucky for you, you can have all of that and more as soon as you say the word,” I said into the phone. She gasped, staring at me with wide eyes.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she asked, her voice shaky.

  I took a single step closer to her, cocking my head to the side as I looked at her. “Fate has a funny way of working, huh, sex kitten?”

  She looked at her phone and then at me and my phone. I pressed end on the call and smirked at her. “What are the odds that I’d end up moving in with the phone sex operator I’d been talking to?”

  “This is impossible. You can’t…” her voice trailed as she continued to stare at me in disbelief.

  “Can’t what? You can’t believe it’s me that you’ve been talking to? Or you can’t believe that the guy that just made you come is literally steps away from you?” I asked, my smirk turning into a smile. She shook her head, unable to form any words. Her cheeks turned pink as her breath quickened, shock, embarrassment, and horror combining on her beautiful features. It turned me on to know what she’d just done during our conversation.

  “Tell me, Ashton,” I started, putting my hands in my pockets as I stepped closer. “How bad do you want to feel my tongue on your clit as you squirm under my touch?” Her lips slightly parted as she leaned back from me a little. “And how bad do you want me to fuck your tight pussy hard and deep until you come all over my hard cock? Because I can take care of that right now if that’s the case.”

  I already knew what the answer was. Once the previous shock started to melt away, I could see the need in her eyes, as well as her hesitation. I smiled. It was only a matter of time before she’d crack and give herself to me.

  “I have to get back to work,” she whispered when the phone rang.

  “Well, sex kitten, I’ll let you get back to your important work,” I said with a wink and walked out of her room, closing the door behind me. All you have to do is say the word.

  Chapter Seven

  Ashton

  Fuck my life. Fuck my life. FUCK MY LIFE!

  The last few days had been odd. I spent most of my time in my room hiding from O’Shea and not coming out until I heard him leave for work. We were supposed to go to the arcade on Friday, but after what happened, I couldn’t even bring myself to stand in his presence without blushing my ass off. Maybe my dream was a premonition instead of a nightmare. What are the fucking odds that the person who made me feel something sexually was that cocky asshole?! Never mind the fact that he'd probably watched me masturbate the whole time.

  I had no idea what I was going to do. I needed to work, but I was damn near terrified of him calling again. Seeing him standing in my doorway and hearing his voice both in my room and on my end of the phone was the most bizarre thing I’d ever experienced. Did he know about this beforehand? Probably not. Had he known, I’m pretty sure he would’ve let me know about it.

  Goosebumps had rose on my skin when he got closed to me, his husky voice dancing along my nerve endings. He’d asked me if I’d really wanted him to do everything he’d said he’d do and I damn near had to bite my tongue to keep from confirming. My body screamed for me to say whatever word it took to see if he was all talk or if he could make me scream just as loud as the woman he brought over on his first night here. But my brain scolded me, reminding me that I wasn’t the type of person to have meaningless sex with someone I barely knew. Steve was the only man I’d been with sexually; how would it make me look to sleep with someone only k
nowing them for a few days when it took me a couple of months to sleep with Steve after we’d started dating?

  I put my head in my hands with a groan. Why was this situation becoming so complicated? Grabbing my phone, I called Alex.

  “What’s cooking, good looking?” she said upon answering.

  “Hold on, I’m going to add Ava to the call. I’m having a crisis,” I said. I quickly added Ava to the call and waited for her to answer.

  “Hello?” Ava said.

  “Hey, I have Alex on the line, too,” I said. “I have a problem.”

  “What’s up?” Alex said.

  “You guys remember when I was texting you about that guy who calls my phone line? The sexy one?”

  “Yeah, what about him? Is he married or a creep or something?” Ava asked.

  I groaned. “No, it’s even worse than that.”

  “Is he in prison?” Alex asked.

  “No!” I paused and took a deep breath. “It turned out to actually be O’Shea.”

  “O’Shea?” Alex shrieked. “You mean your fucking roommate?”

  “Yes! Can you fucking believe it? What are the odds of that happening?”

  “Holy shit. So did you guys bang then?”

  “What? No, Alex!”

  “Then what happened?” Ava asked. I told them the whole horrifying story, excluding the mini conversation we had after the phone call was over. His lustful gaze was still vivid in my memory, as if he was ready to pounce on me the moment I told him yes. I noticed his erection in the shorts he wore and was relieved when the phone had rang again, giving me a reason to send him on his way. Alex’s laugh brought me back to the conversation.

  “I totally would’ve fucked him. You’re insane for not doing so,” she said and laughed.

  I sighed. “The man had only been my roommate all of two days at that point. Sleeping with him would do nothing but complicate our living situation.”

  “Friends with benefits never hurt anyone,” Alex said.

  “And maybe it would help you to really get over Steve,” Ava added.

  “Really Ava? I expected that to come from Alex, but now you’re even against me,” I whined.

  “Hey, he really is hot though,” Ava commented.

  “He is. I mean what’s the worst that could happen really? No one said you had to date him. Plus, you even admitted that you liked how the Avery guy made you feel. Why is it so different now that you know Avery is actually O’Shea?””

  “Because…” I hesitated. “I mean…it’s him. He’s such a cocky asshole and he gets under my skin every chance he gets.”

  “It seems like he does something else to your skin as well,” Alex said and snickered.

  “Oh shut up,” I said, my cheeks warming.

  “Well, you’re going to have to talk to him about it at some point. You can’t just hide out in your room forever to avoid him,” Ava said. I sighed.

  “Yeah, I know,” I said. “I’ll probably talk to him tonight.”

  “Make sure you talk with your words and not your genitals!” Alex teased.

  “Oh my god, Alex. I’ll talk to you guys later,” I said.

  “Let us know how it goes! Good luck!” Ava said. I hung up and ran a hand through my hair. How did you even start a conversation like that? I did know one thing; life must be having a field day by fucking with me like this.

  When I walked out into the living room, I was shocked to see that he was sitting on the couch watching television. “What are you doing here?” I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.

  He looked at me with a raised brow. “Was I kicked out without warning? I thought I still lived here,” he said, his voice flat. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and shifted my weight from foot to foot, nervous under his heated gaze.

  “No, sorry. I mean I thought you were at work.”

  He shook his head. “I was off today, which you would know had you not spent the last few days avoiding me,” he said, turning back to the television.

  “What did you expect me to do? What happened the other day isn’t some normal event that you just brush off,” I said. After a moment, I added, “Did you already know?”

  He looked at me. “Know what?”

  My gaze fell to the floor as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. “That you’d been talking to me.”

  “Are you asking did I know before I moved in? Because no, I didn’t know it was you before moving in here if you’re worried that I’m some stalker who found you,” he said with a smirk.

  “Then how did you find out?”

  “I heard you when I was going to my room. And to confirm that it was indeed you, I called you and low and behold, it was your ass. Ms. Don’t-Call-Me-Anything-But-Ashton was the sexy phone sex operator Natasha, also known as sex kitten.”

  I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Well, in the future, it’s probably best that you don’t call my line now that we’re aware of each other,” I said.

  He scoffed. “And why the hell not? I like when you talk dirty to me,” he said, the lustful gleam appearing back in his eyes.

  “It could complicate our living situation.”

  “Complicate it? Oh honey, I haven’t fucked you yet. That may complicate things considering you’ll become addicted, but phone sex is harmless,” he said and winked.

  I frowned. “You’ll only fuck me in your dreams, you asshole. Sex with you is the least of my concerns.”

  “Oh yeah? You confident enough to bet on it?” he asked, a wicked grin forming on his lips.

  “I’m not making a stupid bet,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.

  “Aww. It’s okay if you’re scared, love,” he said, nodding his head sympathetically.

  I rolled my eyes. “No one’s scared of anything.”

  “Then if you’re confident that I won’t have you screaming my name in a week’s time, let’s bet on it,” he said and smiled. I pursed my lips and stared at him for a good while. To be honest, I was a little nervous. If I did decide to make this bet with him, I wouldn’t doubt that he’d do everything in his power to win. I stood a little taller.

  “What’s at stake?” I asked.

  He stroked the facial hair on his chin as he thought. “You win, and I’ll cook dinner for a month and never bother you about it again.”

  “And if you win?”

  “Well, pretty lady, having you come on my cock is a perfect reward for me,” he said as he stood and walked over to me. “Do we have a deal?”

  I looked down at his outstretched hand and then looked up at him, my emotions pulling me in different directions. My mind screamed for me to slap his hand away and walk away from such an absurd idea, but my body and neglected core begged me to go for it. Not that I planned to lose, but it definitely wouldn’t hurt to see what he was really about in bed. But for now, I’d entertain his little bet, win it, and figure out what to do afterwards.

  “Okay, deal. And I want to add nightly foot rubs if you lose,” I said with a smirk. He chuckled as he shook my hand.

  “As if that would be a problem,” he said. “Well, good luck, sex kitten. You’ll need it.”

  ∞∞∞

  “Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies, this is Natasha. What’s your fantasy tonight?” I said later on that evening as I worked.

  “Hmm…wondering what your O face will look like when I win our bet,” the caller said. I smirked and rolled my eyes.

  “Oh, fuck off, O’Shea, and stop calling,” I said, unable to stop the giggle that came from my lips.

  “What? I’m a paying customer like everyone else! I want to hear my sex kitten talk dirty to me.”

  “You know this is weird, right?”

  “I don’t think it is.”

  “You don’t think it’s weird to have phone sex with someone a few feet from you?”

  “It’s only weird because you know who I am. You sure as hell didn’t have a problem moaning for me before, now did you, my little sex kitten?”


  “Stop calling me sex kitten.”

  “Aww come on, don’t be a poor sport. Now I paid for fifteen minutes, so I don’t want to waste it listening to you fuss about a name,” he said, his voice lowering. “So tell me, darling, when you were on the phone with your friends the other day, you said you had a dream about me. Tell me about it.”

  My cheeks burned. Of course that asshole was eavesdropping on my conversation, just as he was a few days ago when he was outside my bedroom door.

  “It’s not important. Plus, I don’t really remember,” I stammered. He let out a low chuckle.

  “You’re not good at lying. Just tell me,” he murmured. I sat down on the edge of my bed, biting the inside of my cheek.

  “Um…” I started and then shook my head. “I can’t. It’s silly.”

  “I don’t think it would be silly. Well, unless you were just imagining me in my underwear or some shit,” he said and laughed. I smiled, trying to will away the nervous jitters I felt. If it hadn’t been him, I probably would’ve been able to tell this story to Avery with no hesitation. I wouldn’t feel judged or have to worry about what was going on through O’Shea’s mind every time I laid eyes on him.

  “Well, it was a dream of us basically being on a honeymoon,” I mentioned.

  “A honeymoon?”

  “I know, it’s ridiculous,” I said.

  “No, no, no. Keep going. What else happens?”

  “Um, we were in this beautiful hotel room but most of my dream was dark because I was wearing a blindfold.”

  “Hmm…I’ll have to keep the blindfold in mind for when I win the bet. But go on.”

  “You’re not winning the bet.”

  “So you say,” he said and snickered. “Anyway, carry on.”

  “And you fucked me over and over, making me come multiple times until my body was weak.”

  “That sounds sexy as fuck,” he said, his tone low and thick with lust. “I already told you the moment you give me the word, I’ll give you what I know you want.”