by KA Hobbs
“Sounds like a great idea. When are you back?”
“The 21st. Could you pick me up from the airport?”
“Any other favours you want to ask me?” I sigh.
“Not that I can think of, pleeeeeeease Loafy?” I laugh as he calls me by my nickname as a child again.
“Sure, text me the flight details and I will be there.”
“Will do. See you soon, I gotta go.” there is a crackle and the line goes dead. My baby brother, always so quick to get off the phone once he has what he wants.
***
“Sophie, I’m sorry. My battery died and the meeting that was supposed to be later in the day got moved forward so I didn’t have time to call.” Its 8 o’clock before I hear from Doug and he sounds stressed.
“It doesn’t matter. How is everything there?” I’m lying on the sofa, wearing Doug’s t shirt which he left here.
“All okay. Busy. But okay. How was your day with Miley?”
“Really good. I got the most gorgeous underwear set and a couple of other things, if you’re really lucky I will show you when you get back.”
“I look forward to that. What are you doing?”
“Nothing, I was just reading. You?”
“I was just going to take a shower. It’s been a long day.” he suddenly sounds exhausted.
“Go have your shower, Doug, you sound exhausted. We can chat tomorrow.”
“I’m fine, I want to hear your voice.” his voice is like sex, deep, low, husky. I’m surprised to feel a sudden wetness between my legs.
“Doug... “
“Yeah?” his voice rumbles down the phone.
“I’m so wet for you right now.” he inhales sharply.
“Really? Why?” I slide my hand down my chest, and slip it under the hem of the t shirt.
“Your voice, it turns me on.” continuing my journey, I reach my breast and squeeze. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
“Are you... touching yourself?” he chokes out, his voice filled with arousal now too.
“Yes, but I would rather it was you.”
“Oh god, I would too.” I hear something drop to the floor and wonder what he is doing.
“What was that?”
“My belt, I need to take my trousers off. I’m stiff just thinking about what you’re doing.” the picture that is in my head turns me on even more.
“I wish I could see you.” my hand wanders down to my knickers and slips inside. I really am wet.
“You can. Hang-up.” The line goes dead and I’m left with my mouth open and one hand inside my knickers. My phone rings again, but this time, it alerts me to a FaceTime... From Doug. His gorgeous face fills my screen and I answer.
“God you’re beautiful” he says, looking straight at me.
“I knew I loved you for a reason, this is genius.” I bring the screen closer to my face and smile.
“Show me.” he commands.
“Show you, what?” I reply.
“What you’re doing. Show me.” I feel hot all over at his request, but don’t hesitate to lower the phone so he can see my hand disappearing into my knickers.
“Fucking hell, Sophie, that is so hot. Can you take your knickers off? I want to see you touch yourself.”
Moaning, I prop the phone up on the coffee table, stepping in front of it, I lift his t shirt over my head and pull my knickers down my thighs. I can see his face, his eyes burning with need, watching every movement.
“Now I want to see you.” I snap the phone back to my face and wait.
He has his shirt and trousers off and is standing there in his boxer briefs. Slowly, he lowers the phone and reaches for his waist band. Pushing them off his hips he grasps himself, wrapping his big hand around his huge erection. I can see his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hand moves slowly up and down the length of him.
“Sophie....” he husks out my name, sitting down on the sofa and giving me a closer view of his cock.
“I need to see you, touch yourself for me.”
Needing to touch myself too, I prop the phone back on the coffee table and lie back, resting my feet on the coffee table, either side of the phone opening myself to him.
“Start with your clit, Sophie. Circle it, just like I would.”
I do as he asks; running my hand down my stomach till it reaches my throbbing folds. Biting my lip as my finger comes in to contact with my little bundle of nerves, causing my back to arch and my breath to hitch. I fix my eyes on my phone and watch as Doug strokes himself.
“Doug, this is so fucking sexy. Watching you touch yourself...” I can’t help but cry out, the pleasure increasing.
“Talk to me.” I pant, needing to hear something filthy.
“Oh, baby. I can just imagine how sweet you taste, if I was to dip my head and taste your sweet pussy, I could have your taste all over my tongue.” his eyes were piercing me, looking straight in to mine.
“God Doug, keep going...” I move my hand lower, delving deep inside, using the heel of my hand to rub my clit.
“Do you want me to fuck you Sophie? Do you want me to shove my cock in your tight, wet pussy?” his dirty, husky mouth sends me spiralling into my release.
Closing my eyes, throwing me head back, calling out his name as I shudder and tremble on the sofa.
“Wow. Sophie.” I look at my phone screen and see his intense gaze on me.
“Now it’s your turn.” I can barely sit myself up, still coming down from my orgasm.
“Lick your fingers, Sophie.” my eyes widen at his request, but I do as he asks.
Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I look at my screen from under my lashes, inserting first one, then another finger into mouth, closing my lips around them, I deliberately groan.
“I know what you’re tasting, I can almost taste it on my tongue.” his hand is moving faster now.
“I can remember what you taste like, Doug. What you feel like in my mouth. Hard. Thrusting so deep, I feel you at the back of my throat.” Keeping eye contact with him, now I know he is close,
“Taking you deeper, feeling you thicken in my mouth, harden further still, before you find your release, and come in my mouth.”
That does it; I see his eyes close and then watch as he comes, spectacularly on his stomach. A sexy smile plays on his lips as he looks at me.
“Guess, being away isn’t so bad after all huh?” smiling back I tell him.
“That was pretty hot, but I would take the real thing over that any day.”
Chapter Nine
Doug was right; the five days did fly by. What with work and a weekend spent catching up on house work and generally things I didn’t get round to doing when Doug was around, the time flew and before I knew it, Doug was back. I open the door to him on Monday night. My heart stops, he looks gorgeous in jeans and a t-shirt his arms full with his overnight bag and presents from New York.
“You are the best boyfriend in the world!” I kiss him and he smiles at me.
“For the presents?” His eyebrow quirks up.
“Yes. But generally, you are the best boyfriend in the world!” I laugh. He carries me to the kitchen where dinner was almost ready and sits me on the counter.
“That’s good to know.” he just stands there, between my legs, looking at me.
“You have no idea how much I have missed you. I needed you this week.” he rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes.
“I’m sorry it’s been a bad week for you. Do you want to talk about it?” I rest my arms on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“Not really. I’d like you to open your presents.”
Jumping down from the counter, I collect the presents I left in the hallway and sit on the sofa, Doug helps himself to a beer and comes and sits down next to me. I start with the biggest and most beautifully wrapped one. I untie the massive bow and place it on the table.
“I might use this later...” I grin.
“Oh, I like the sound of
that.” He grins, taking a sip of his beer.
I open the lid of the box and squeal, yes, a grown woman actually squealed. Inside the box is a Little Brown Bag. The Little Brown Bag from Bloomingdales that I have always wanted. Throwing my arms around Doug’s neck I cover his face in kisses.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” he throws his head back and laughs at me.
“I really don’t understand women and bags.”
“I really don’t understand men and cars.” I reply, except I did understand that a little. Doug’s car was sexy.
“Open the others.” he nods to the remaining three presents.
“You didn’t have to buy me all these things.” I blush, realising how many there are.
“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to.” he nods his head towards the other presents.
Reaching for a box next, I rip off the paper, a smile reaching my lips when I see the blue box. Lifting the Tiffany & Co lid I peek inside. Nestled in box is the most beautiful heart pendant. One side of the heart it incrusted in diamonds leaving the other plain. It is beautiful.
“Doug, it is stunning. Thank you.” I meet his eyes and he is smiling.
“Turn it over.” he whispers.
I flip it over and read the inscription.
It will always be yours x
“Will you wear it Saturday?” he asks. I meet his eyes, tears swimming in mine.
“Of course I will.” he leans forward, reaching for the remaining two presents. He hands me the box first. Inside is a bottle of my favourite perfume. Angel
“It is fitting that your favourite perfume is Angel, and you are mine.” he breathes into my ear. I shiver as I turn my face to capture his lips.
“You’re too generous, you know that.” shaking his head he leans in for another kiss.
“Nonsense. There is no such thing as someone being too generous.”
He sits back and hands me the last present. A thick, ivory envelope. One with his company name embossed on the back. Even his stationary screams sophistication. I carefully run my finger under the flap and open the envelope. I pull out two tickets from inside. Looking down, I see our names printed on a flight tickets. The destination reads Male. My eyes fly to his.
“The Maldives?” I’ve always wanted to go to the Maldives, as a keen swimmer, it looks like heaven.
“Yes. For ten days, in May. Before we get too busy and miss our chance.” he looks unsure. Like I might be mad he went ahead and booked a holiday for us without asking me first? How could I possibly be mad when we were going to Heaven on earth? I decide I need to thank him properly, so I launch myself at him and show him just how thankful I really am.
Tuesday.
You were A-maz-ing this morning. Please come over later so I can repay the favour properly. X
You don’t need to. But I won’t complain. Be over as soon as meeting finishes. What did you have in mind? X
That would be telling now wouldn’t it? Let’s just say, it will include my mouth and your cock.
Thank you for that. I am now sitting in the meeting, very stiff and throbbing. The others are looking at me strangely. I think you will need to be spanked for this later.
Promises, promises.
Wednesday
Is it my turn tonight? I want your sweet pussy on my face all night long. What time?
Doug!!! I’m working. Don’t text stuff like that to me. I’m wet and aching. Was that your plan?
Might have been. Might also have been revenge for Tuesdays Hard-On meeting. What time?
I can’t tonight. I’m meeting Miley for dinner. I told you last night. :(
Bollocks. Can I come over after?
Yes. I will let you know when I am home. See you later. I have work to do!!
***
I’m a little tipsy. I’m trying to make my way into my flat, but for some reason, my key doesn’t seem to fit in the lock. Frowning, I try again.
“Why aren’t you going into the lock Mr. Key? Have you had a fight with Mrs. Lock?”
I giggle to myself and try again. Suddenly, the door is opened. Trying to stop the scream that leaves my lips, I put my hand over my mouth. Doug is standing in my flat, actually, there are two Doug’s and neither of them looks pleased.
“I’ve dies and gone to heaven Dougie baby, there ares two of you. You didn’t tell me you hads a twin... What’s his name?” My voice sounds funny in my head and it makes me laugh.
“Sophie, how much have you had to drink?” he steps aside to let me into my flat and closes the door.
“Just a few little wines.” I reply, perfectly normally.
“A few or a few bottles?” he is giving me is stern face.
“A. Few. Wines.” I reply trying to kick off my shoes.
“Sophie, you can barely stand up, let me do that.” he kneels at my feet and slips off my heels. His breath on my legs stirs that familiar heat between my legs.
“Dooooooooug?” I ask.
“Yes, Sophie?” he looks up at me.
“Will you kisssssssss me?” I place my finger at the apex of my thighs “Here...?” I grin mischievously down at him. He smiles, but shakes his head.
“Sophie, you’re drunk and it’s late. We aren’t doing anything but sleeping.” He raises and lifts me into his arms.
“Doug, I’ms not druuuunk! I only hads a few wines with Miley. I wants yoooooou.” I lean in to snuffle his neck, “You smells so good.” I inhale him. “Please kiss mes there.” placing me on my bed, he begins to remove my clothes.
“Nows your talking.” I smile as he unzips my jeans and pulls them off.
“Sit up.” he taps my head and raises my arms over my head to remove my top. And that is the last thing I remember.
When I wake up later, Doug is sleeping peacefully next to me and its dark around us. My head feels, remarkably okay but my mouth is disgusting. Ugh. I gingerly get up and plod to the bathroom to brush my teeth and go to the loo. I get up to wash my hands and catch my reflection in the mirror. I was expecting my face to be caked in last nights make up, but it is perfectly clean and soft. Doug. He must have washed my face, looking into the bin; I see cotton wool pads covered in makeup. I smile to myself; he really is wonderful to me. How many guys would think to do that? I hope I wasn’t embarrassing last night... Was I?
I don’t remember. Feeling wide awake, I leave the bathroom and walk through the bedroom, leaving a sleeping Doug in bed. When I reach the kitchen I look at the clock, 4.55am. No wonder it’s still dark outside. Needing a drink, I fetch a glass of water and settle on the sofa. Picking up my phone I unlock it. I have to put a pillow over my face to stop from laughing and waking Doug. On my screen are a series of photos from last night. Miley and I in the restaurants loos, doing the ‘duck face’ into the bathroom mirror like we are eighteen. Oh, lordy, how much did we drink?
Firing off a text to Miley, I switch on the lamp beside the sofa and settle down to read. It isn’t long, before my eyelids are dropping and I forget all about my book. I’m woken sometime later by Doug’s mouth kissing my inner thigh.
“Good morning, Doug.” I smile, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on me immensely.
“Good morning, Sophie, you’re much more with it this morning,” he raises his eyes to mine, “You were talking utter crap last night.” he dips his head again and traces the length of my folds with his tongue.
“Ummm. I don’t talk crap.” i gasp as he takes my clit into his mouth. He nods.
“You do. And you did.” his hands open me up, and he thrusts his tongue into me while his finger circles my clit.
“Can we not talk about this, now?” I ask, as he continues his torture of me.
I close my eyes, losing myself to Doug and his administrations. I feel my whole body heat, the tight curling in my abdomen and my legs tense. Doug blows on my sensitive flesh and licks me. Once... twice... and I come. Deliciously, gloriously, perfectly.
“There, now you can’t complain that I didn’t do it last night.” Doug
is rising to his feet. His erection is straining against his pyjama bottoms.
“What?” I rub my eyes, trying to wake them up.
