by Dee, Bonnie
“Do you want to know what I’m really wearing, or my fantasy outfit?” Elena asked with a lilt of laughter in her voice.
“Real then fantasy,” he said.
“Sweats and a T-shirt.” The voice on the phone grew sultry as she lowered it and spoke in a sexy drawl. “But actually I have on a long, gauzy peignoir over a flowing, red satin nightgown.”
“I’m confused. Which is supposed to be the fantasy, the sweats or the nightgown?”
“The nightgown, of course!” Innuendo dissipated as she scolded him.
He grinned and stretched out on the bed, gazing at the closed blinds, but imagining Elena. “A corset and garter belt and nothing else is sexier.”
“You’re such a guy. Shut up and listen. I’m very glamorous tonight. My hair is piled high and I have diamonds in my ears and around my neck. The nightgown is a slip style, and underneath it I have nothing on. The silky material swishes against my naked skin every time I move. It feels like your fingers stroking my body.”
Michael’s cock stirred. He unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxers to let his erection spring free. He wrapped his hand around it and rubbed.
“The gown is slit up the front almost to the top of my thighs. I lay back on my bed and it falls open to reveal my bare legs. The nightgown pushes up higher as I scoot to the edge of the bed and you see a flash of pussy.”
“Touch it,” Michael murmured. “Slide your hand up the inside of your thigh and touch yourself.”
“I am,” she purred. “I bunch the nightgown higher and you can see everything, black hair, pink pussy and the little red bud of my clit.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, stroking faster.
“Yes. That’s what you want to do, but I won’t let you yet. I loosen the laces on the front of the peignoir and let it fall down my shoulders. I slip the straps of the nightgown off my shoulders so my top half is almost bare. You can see the swell of each breast, but the material just covers my nipples.”
Michael was breathing hard. The phone slipped in his sweaty hand, and he cursed. If they were going to keep doing this on a regular basis, he needed to get a headset. “Show me your tits,” he begged.
“Very slowly, I pull the neckline lower until my nipples are revealed. They’re hard as pebbles from the cool air and I’m aching for you to suck them.” Her tone expressed her whimpering need, and with his eyes closed, he could picture her exactly as she said, half naked with her nipples proudly erect in the center of each breast.
“Play with them.” His voice was hoarse and his breathing ragged as he tugged on his cock.
“Since you aren’t here, I have to touch them myself.” Elena continued her story. “I cup my right breast in my hand and squeeze it, then pinch and twist the nipple until…” She gasped.
Michael’s stomach jerked, knowing she was acting out the fantasy, too. Drops of pre-come pearled on the head of his cock.
“Oh! It hurts so good. It takes my breath away.” She sounded breathless.
“God, I wish I was there,” he groaned. “This phone sex thing sucks. I need to touch you, right now!”
“But think how much hotter it will make it when we’re finally together again. We’re almost finished in the studio. Only a few more days of looping and I’ll be home.”
Michael’s phone buzzed. He glanced to see who the caller was. Denny. Damn!
“Elena, I have Denny on call waiting. Hold just a second and I’ll get rid of him.” He stabbed the button with his finger. “What?” he snapped.
“Hi. How you doing? I just called to tell you I have a lead on an apartment for you. Tom and I checked it out today. You’re really going to like this one. It’s a wonderful old brownstone.”
Michael wasn’t sure how Denny had become his realtor, but the guy seemed to enjoy apartment hunting so Michael was glad to let him do advance scouting. “That’s great.”
“The trim work is amazing, all original. Walking into this place is like stepping back into the turn of the century. Elena will love it.”
Tom said something in the background.
“Oh, stop it! Tom says the electric and plumbing are also from the turn of the century and need a lot of work, but those things can be fixed. You can’t buy character.”
“Denny,” Michael interrupted. “I have Elena on hold.”
“Great! You can tell her about the apartment, but explain we have to move fast. If we wait for her to get back in town to check it out, it’ll be too late. Later this afternoon may even be too late. This place is going to get snapped up like—”
“Denny! Thanks, but I’ll have to call you back. Elena’s waiting on the other line.” He stressed the word “waiting”.
“Ohhh! One of those calls.” Denny laughed. “Why did you even pick up, then? Get back to it! Don’t leave her hanging.”
Michael didn’t say goodbye before switching back to Elena. “Sorry. Denny’s found another apartment.”
“It’s so sweet of him to look for us. Where is it? What’s it like?”
“Uh, what about what we were doing?” He stared at his throbbing cock. A bead of come oozed from the purple head.
“I don’t know. I’ve kinda lost my momentum.” The sultry voice was gone, replaced by that of a woman eager to hear about real estate deals.
“No! I can help you get it back. Where were we? The nightie was half off and I was about to suck on your tits.”
She laughed. “And I was just about to go down on you. Too bad.”
“Aw, don’t do this to me. I’m not going to see you for days yet. Throw me a crumb.” He flopped back against his pillow.
“Tell me about the apartment first.”
“Denny says it’s full of character, and Tom says it has bad plumbing and electric.”
“Ooh. Sounds great. I’ll have to call Denny and get all the details. Are you going to look at it today? You can’t wait on these things or they get snapped up. I totally trust Denny’s judgment if he thinks I’ll like it.”
“Hey, what about mine? Don’t you think I know what you like?”
Elena ignored him. “Go ahead and make whatever offer Denny says is appropriate. When I get back to New York, I do not want to have to stay with my mom while we find a place.”
“And I’ve had enough of squatting at Jeff’s.” Michael eyed his wilting cock, resting against his belly. He gave it a half-hearted tug and sighed. “Fine. I’ll go look at the apartment today.”
“Great.” There was a moment’s pause. “Michael.”
“Yeah?”
“Stroke your hand slowly from your chest, over your stomach and down to your cock. Close your eyes and feel that it’s my hand touching you, sliding over your skin and holding you.”
He obeyed, picturing Elena’s face surrounded by that wild mane of curly, black hair. He focused on her big, dark eyes and sensuous lips while his hand slowly drifted down his body and grasped his cock.
“I lean down. My hair tickles your belly, and you can feel my breath blowing on the head before my lips touch it. I suck it into my mouth. How does it feel?”
“Wet and hot,” Michael murmured. Since they’d been having phone sex, he’d become practiced at going into a trancelike state. Two seconds of Elena’s voice was enough to get him hard and primed. “I want to push deeper.”
“You don’t have to. I draw you in and suck hard while my hand pumps up and down your shaft.”
“God!” The words coming directly from her mouth into his ear were so intimate and sexy. Michael stroked his cock and groaned quietly.
“For a little while I suck you off, then I shift around so I’m straddling your body with my legs around your face and my mouth still on your cock. You can smell my pussy and you lean in to taste it.
“Your tongue is so soft and wet licking all the way to my clit. I love the way you swirl around it then suck on it hard.” Elena’s voice deepened.
He could hear how her words aroused herself as much as they did him. “Are you playing with
yourself? Is your finger on your clit right now?” he whispered.
“Yessss,” she hissed.
His eyes closed tight as he concentrated on the image of Elena touching herself, her head rolling on the pillow, ecstasy twisting her features. He gripped his cock even tighter and rubbed harder, the friction building to a feverish heat.
“While you’re licking me, I never stop sucking you,” she continued. “You’re close to coming. I can tell by the way your balls tighten and your dick feels even thicker in my mouth.”
Michael’s balls drew up in response to her words. He couldn’t offer any images back to her. He was beyond speech and groaned as his cock throbbed.
“You thrust, faster and harder, so deep I almost choke, but I don’t mind. I want to be filled with your cock while I come. I grind against your mouth while you’re pumping into me.”
Michael’s hand moved fast on his cock, Elena’s erotic word-pictures pushing him to the brink.
“Suddenly you freeze. Your cock pulses in my mouth and I feel come hitting my tongue.”
Michael’s hips thrust and he froze. He groaned with the shuddering release. Ribbons of white spurted from the engorged head of his cock and landed on his stomach.
“Did you do it?” Elena asked.
“Mm-hm.” Pleasure still coursed through him as he opened his eyes and glanced at the white pattern like a Rorschach blot on his belly.
“Good.” She continued her story. “Between your climax and your mouth on my pussy I’m ready to come, too.” Elena spoke in staccato bursts. She was bringing herself to the edge of coming as she spoke. Michael admired the hell out of her for being able to do that.
“I love the way you taste.” He took over her narrative. “All musky and womanly. And I love the way your pussy feels against my tongue. But most of all I love the way you lose control. You practically smother me in your sex—so desperate. I lap your clit just the way you like.” Michael closed his eyes, picturing a memory from their time together. “You moan and squirm and call out something in Spanish that sounds sexy as hell.”
“Ahhh!” Elena whined, and he knew he had her.
“I grab your ass and hold on while you buck against my face. When you finally stop jerking, I flip you onto your back and lie beside you, watching you. My mouth still tastes of you, and I’m covered in your scent. I’m yours.”
The last was a little corny, but he knew she loved the words. A soft sigh in his ear confirmed it.
There was a moment of silence and she heaved another sigh. “That was amazing, but I’m still empty. I want you inside me.”
“Soon we’ll be together forever.” Michael spoke low. He swallowed, then forced out the words that were still hard for him to say. “I love you.”
Gretchen sprawled beneath Jake, arms over her head, breasts lifting and falling with each breath as she waited for him to do what he willed with her. Her anticipation mounted as he released her wrists and stroked his hands slowly down her arms. She shivered at his fingertips brushing over her skin.
He ran his hands the length of her arms and body, thumbs grazing her nipples in passing. His hands slid over her taut stomach and bracketed her sex.
Gretchen arched her pelvis into his hands and thought how several months ago, she never would’ve believed she’d be making love to Jake Bosch, again.
The night he’d come to her room begging for another chance she’d been sure refusing him was the right thing to do. In the weeks after that, she’d become confident in herself and knew she would do just fine without him in her life. Then one night, on a whim, she’d asked him out for coffee, which led to dinner and dating. But their relationship felt very different this time. While she cared for Jake, she didn’t rely on him or make him the focus of her life.
Friendship turned to friends with benefits. Her trust in the new, improved Jake was slowly growing, and time would tell where it might lead, but for now, she’d simply enjoy the sweet friendship and amazing sex.
Once more Gretchen lifted into Jake’s touch, closing her eyes and gripping the slender wooden spindles of the headboard.
Separating her labia, he pressed little kisses along her seam, then licked a path to her clit, whisking over and around it. A sharp nip made her gasp. He worried and teased the heart of the sensitive nub until she writhed on the bed, clutching the spindles so hard she feared they might snap. Before she could come, Jake abandoned her sex and moved to lie over her. He slid his cock against her swollen, aching pussy, rubbing her sensitized clit.
She would have reached for him, put her arms around his back or grabbed his ass, but remembered her invisible bonds and continued to grasp the headboard with sweat-slippery fingers. She sucked in a breath as his cock slid over her bud again.
Reaching down, he positioned himself at her entrance and slid inside with one strong thrust. When she cried out, he stilled. “All right?”
“Oh yes! Do it again.”
Jake pulled out and eased back inside her again, more slowly and carefully, then continued drawing out and pushing in with languorous strokes.
Gretchen rose to meet him. Her eyes opened and she gazed into his. “Hello,” she whispered.
He smiled and continued his easy glide.
The aching, yearning parts of her satisfied, Gretchen released the headboard and wrapped her arms around him. Her body rose and fell with his in gentle waves, and ecstasy built inside her like thunderheads gathering on the horizon, layer on layer.
“Oh!” she breathed as Jake thrust faster and hit a spot deep inside her. “There.”
He repeated the move and touched the spot again. And again.
Abruptly the storm clouds burst. Electrical charges fired like lightning through her nervous system, shooting ecstasy through her body. She cried out and clutched Jake’s shoulders, her body arching and her head rolling back on the pillow.
Jake moved faster. Skin slapped skin as he plunged into her with uncontrolled lust. He groaned low like the rumble of thunder as his storm, too, burst through him. Gretchen slid her hands down his back and gripped his ass, feeling the muscles tighten as he released.
“Oh, baby,” she breathed against his heaving shoulder, “that was so good.”
They lay twined around each other for several long moments before he rolled to the side, releasing her from his weight. He lay looking at her with his hand resting on her stomach.
“What?” She glanced at him.
“I have something I want to give you.” He sat and reached into the nightstand drawer. “This.”
Gretchen gazed at the blue velvet box he offered. Her already pounding heart beat faster. “Oh my God!”
“No! Don’t freak out. It’s not what you think.” He smiled as he quickly opened the lid of the box. Inside was a black and silver guitar pick.
As she sat up, Jake handed her the box, then climbed off the bed. She looked up from her present to admire his tight ass, narrow hips and the long line of his back as he walked from the room.
When he returned, he had a big, black guitar case in hand. Laying it on the bed beside her, he flipped the clasps. “Go ahead. Open it.”
Gretchen lifted the lid and looked at the glossy, steel-string acoustic inside. The body and neck were rosewood and the top, blond maple with an elaborate abalone rosette around the soundhole.
“Oh, Jake! It’s beautiful.”
“Like it?” His smile was wide. “I thought I’d give guitar lessons to supplement my studio work and hoped you might be my first student.”
“Only if you teach naked,” she teased, smiling up at him as she lifted the instrument from the case.
“Absolutely. And you can pay me with sex.” He moved the case to the floor and sat beside her as she strummed a few chords on her new guitar.
The pretty notes filled the quiet air. Jake leaned forward and repositioned her fingers slightly on the fret board, then sat back to listen to the simple melody she picked out. After several moments, he cleared his throat.
; She looked up from her new toy.
“About the other…what you thought might be in the box. I just wanted to say, I’d gladly give you that right now, but I know it’s way too soon. Maybe someday, though.” His voice was quiet and his cloudy gray eyes studied her intently.
Gretchen’s heart swelled at the hopefulness of his offer. She smiled and nodded. “Maybe someday.”
Michael looked damn fine in a tux. Elena had rarely seen him in anything except a T-shirt and jeans, so it was a shock when she walked into the theater and he was standing onstage wearing a classic black tuxedo. His hair was cut short and slicked back for the period piece, circa 1920s.
She preferred his longer, shaggy hair, but he looked awfully good this way, too. And the tux took her breath away—a stark white shirtfront accented by a black bowtie, shiny black lapels on the swallow-tailed coat. The creases in the front of his pants were razor sharp and his shoes polished to shiny perfection. She wanted to wolf-whistle, but sat quietly in the empty house to watch him rehearse. But evidently rehearsal was over and the costume designer was trying out some of the styles for the upcoming play. Under the bright lights, Michael walked across the stage, then faced left and right at the costumer’s direction.
When he exited, Elena made her way backstage to meet him as planned for a late dinner. She was bubbling over with news about her interview earlier in the day. With the release of Ragged Quality had come a flurry of guest spots on talk shows, and this morning’s interview would be shown on Entertainment Tonight later in the week. It was still early, but there was even Oscar buzz about her performance. Visions of Best Supporting Actress danced in her head.
The backstage of the theater where Michael’s new play would be opening soon was cramped and poorly lit. The venue was much smaller than any of the places they’d performed on tour, but Michael was very excited about the play, an intense drama about feuding brothers.
“Hey!” His face lit up when he caught sight of her. He was slipping his arms out of the tuxedo jacket.
“Wait! Put that back on. I wanna look at you some more.”
He obeyed, brushing his hands down the lapels to remove imaginary lint. “Nice threads, huh?”
