“It’s disturbing how well you remember a hand job from your junior year in high school.”

“Trust me, if you were in my shoes, you’d remember it too. It was weird. I tested the piano playing on another guy and he thought I was fucking with him. He gave me the strangest look, so then I went back to doing the old yank and pull, which honestly, I’ve never been really into hand jobs.”

Hope falls from her admission, especially after her going into detail about playing with the head of the cock. I immediately envisioned her doing that to me and it feeling—

“I prefer blow jobs.”

Err . . . what?

I blink a few times.

“I really like having a cock in my mouth. Is that weird?”

Blinks more.

“There’s just something about the power I gain when I have a penis in my mouth, because frankly, with one firm bite down, I could ruin a guy’s night.” More like life . . . but night’s fine. “He has to trust me to give him pleasure, to allow me to sweep my tongue up and down his length, to suck hard, only to let up and swirl my tongue around and around and around—”

“I get it,” I say, my cock hard, my body thrumming

She chuckles. “Why, Maddox, are you getting turned on?”

“You know I am.” I shift to my side and prop the phone on the pillow next to me. “What happened to the shy girl from last night? You’re okay with talking freely about this shit now?” I free up my hand and shift my hard cock to the side, aching for more.

“We’ve talked about all of this before, Maddox. Remember, I told you about my first orgasm ever in detail. The only difference is, you want me now.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve always wanted you, I’m just realizing it now.”

“Well, just because you had an epiphany doesn’t mean I’m going to censor our conversations.”

“I don’t even know why I assumed you would.” I smile and she laughs. “Please, tell me more about how you love blow jobs.”

“Why, so you can picture me giving you one?”

“Don’t need you describing it to picture it, babe. I’ve pictured it many times already.”

Her eyes widen and then she whispers, as if she doesn’t want Herman to hear. “You’ve pictured me on my knees, in front of you, your cock shoved in my mouth?”

Jesus Christ, she has zero filter.

“I mean, one of many positions.”

“What’s the one you think about the most?” She’s so serious, so interested, that it makes me want to tell her rather than tiptoe around it.

This is new territory for us, but territory I think we need to jump in feet first, even if the water is cold.

I scratch the side of my jaw. “The one I think about the most . . . probably where I’m lying on the bed, stark naked, cock jutted up against my stomach as you walk around the room, naked. Your nipples are hard, your flat stomach pulls my eyes toward your bare pussy, enticing me, making my mouth water, reminding me how goddamn lucky I am to have the privilege of seeing you in your beautiful skin.” She rolls down the bed and props the phone on the nightstand so her hands are free and are tucked under her head, as if I’m telling her a bedtime story. “You’re completely unaware of the effect you have on me, until you turn toward the bed to ask me a question. That’s when you spot me, turned on, lounging, and waiting for you.”

She licks her lips.

“You don’t jump on me right away. No, your eyes slowly peruse my body, like I’ve seen them do so many times since you moved in.” Her cheeks go pink. “But unlike every other time, you have complete access to all of me. You can put those thoughts into action. The lust in your eyes can turn into more, and that’s what propels you forward. There is no hitch in your movements, just sexy confidence as you dip a knee on the bed and then climb up between my legs.”

Her breathing picks up, her eyes become heady and hell, every part of my body comes alive. The thought of her over me, on her knees, so real in my head, that it almost feels like she’s here, in my hotel room.

“Your hands fall to my quads. They’re cold at first, causing my muscles to convulse under your touch, but you like it. You like how strong my legs are, as you rub them up and down, moving your thumbs inward, along my inner thighs, higher and higher until your thumbs skim my balls, causing my cock up to jut in the air with each pass. Pre-cum’s on the tip of my cock and it leaks onto my abs as you move higher and higher until your hands are on my stomach, on either side of my cock. You don’t instantly grip me. You rub your hands under where my cock rests. It twitches, it jumps for your touch, and I suck in a harsh breath when you lower your body to my center, until your small tits gently drag along my length, your taut nipples teasing the hard veins running along my cock.”

“Jesus,” she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut.

“You slide up and down, up and down until I feel like I’m about to explode, and that’s when you lower your mouth to my cock and lick the pre-cum off the tip, your eyes trained on me. I’m to the point of begging, pleading for those fuckable lips, until you finally give me what I want and take me into your warm, wet mouth. I slide with ease and I lean back, my hand tangling in your hair and that’s where the fantasy stops,.”

“Right there?” she asks, sounding breathless. “You don’t come?”

I shake my head. “In my head, no, in my hand, yes. I can’t get past that fucking moment before I come and when I try to envision what it’s like, to have your mouth on me, how you would suck me off, I can’t picture it. It just turns to gray.”

She nods and then looks away for a few seconds before she whispers, “I’d tease you at first with my tongue. Running it up and down, all the way to the base. Then I’d slowly move back up to the head and circle then fall to the underside to flick and flick and flick, not touching you anywhere else, not sucking you in, not even considering doing anything else but teasing you with my tongue. You’d groan, you’d beg for more, but I wouldn’t move. I’d watch as you grow larger, as you leak with pleasure, as your cock gets so tight that every vein would be visible, enticing me to taunt every one of them with my tongue.

“Fuck,” I groan, my body turned on, ready to reenact this entire fantasy. “When would you take me in your mouth?”

“When you begged me to.”

“I’m begging,” I say, as her cheeks grow even more red.

She presses her hand against her forehead and lets out a shaky breath. “Umm, that got hot pretty fast.”

“Don’t stop,” I say. “You can’t leave me hanging like that, Kinny. Tell me how you’d take me in your mouth.” I see her becoming self-conscious as if the spell she was under vanished, and she’s realized what she was saying. “Babe, it’s so hot, hearing you talking like that. Listening to you describe how you’d pleasure me. Fuck, I want more. I need more.”

She blinks slowly and when she opens her eyes, she fixes on a fa?ade and says, “After you begged me, I’d move my mouth to the tip and suck, pursing against the head, moving my lips around and around.” Jesus Christ. “And then I'd pull away again, only to take my hand and rest it at the bottom of your cock, the very base. I would squeeze so hard that your hips shoot up from the pleasure.”

My chest rises and falls at a rapid rate as my hand itches to fall to my aching cock, to relieve some of the pain that’s building, searching for release. But I keep still, not wanting to touch myself when I’m on the phone with her, not sure if that’s moving too fast. Hell, this conversation has taken me by surprise, but then again I’m not going to complain.

“Then I’d lower my mouth back down and slip you in slowly, swirling my tongue, then sucking, swirling and sucking. I’d repeat the process over and over again until your hips started to thrust into my mouth. That’s when I’d know you needed relief, when I know you’re at the brink, because you’d never fuck my mouth. You’d wait out the pleasure. You’d let me explore you, but there’d come a point where you couldn’t take it anymore and you would fuck my mouth.”

“I want to fuck your mouth right now,” I say, the words sounding like a grunt more than anything. “How would you stop me?”

“I wouldn’t. I’d encourage it. I’d open wide and take you deep in my throat, so deep that you see stars. So deep that you’d never know what pleasure was until you felt the back of my throat, until you felt me swallow against your cock.”