“That would involve dating,” I state in a serious tone.
His breathing becomes heavy and thick. “You’re thinking about dating already?”
“No. But maybe one day. I can’t stay a nun forever. Although I’m not sure how desirable I’ll be. Single mom, and the guy would have to deal with you?” I joke lightly. “Talk about excess baggage.”
“Why would you need to date? Is it just about sex?” he barks.
Taken aback by his change of tone, I go into defense mode. “Are we really having this conversation?”
“Yes. I want to know why.”
“Then yes!” I almost yell. “This is the longest time I have ever gone without sex. I am so fucking horny it’s depressing, and I miss the smell and touch of a man beside me in bed every night. Being single sucks big time.”
“I have to go,” he quickly tells me.
Great, another awkward ending between the Jerk and Presley. It’s a broken record, so overplayed.
Before I can say goodbye, he hangs up on me.
What the fuck was that?
Lying flat on my bed, I let out a loud growl and shake my body in frustration. The nerve of him to put me on the spot and then just back out mid-conversation. When my cell beeps a minute later, I am wondering what pathetic excuse he’ll use this time.
I’m sorry I had to do that. There’s something about you…I don’t know what it is. I just don’t want you seeing anyone else. Yes I know I’m selfish but it’s the truth and I’m sick of hiding it.
I read the text over and over to make sure I get the words right. What exactly is that supposed to mean? He’s confusing me; throw Eloise into the mix and I really have no idea what’s going on.
You’re going to have your own life soon with Eloise. I don’t think you’ll be bothered with what I’m doing or who I’m seeing.
I haven’t even hit send yet when his next text comes through.
This is complicated. You’re my kid’s mom. You’ll be in my life forever. Every man that touches you will have some bearing on our kid. I don’t want anyone else being my kid’s dad or stepdad. Only me.
His words anger me. How hypocritical of him! Does he honestly expect that I will never have a boyfriend again or get married? But it’s okay for him? I am typing so fast with zero self-control as the words pour out onto the screen.
I’m not turning into a nun Haden so you can feel good about yourself. I have needs too. Just like you do. You need to get over it because your stupid demands mean nothing to me. I will do whatever the hell I want.
I wait for his reply for what feels like forever. I expect a long-winded message, but instead it’s only a few words.
Then why won’t you let me help you?
What the hell is he talking about? He wants to help me find someone to date or marry? This is ridiculous and I am growing bored of his antics.
Help me do what?
I wait impatiently for his response.
Let me take care of your needs. Nobody has to know. It can remain our secret. Maybe you need to just release and you’ll feel different about the whole situation.
Now I am completely lost, so I dial his number and he picks up immediately.
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re smart …What part of having a mind-blowing orgasm don’t you understand?”
Did he just say mind-blowing orgasm???
“Are you talking about phone sex? I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, you’re in Vegas…and did I mention already that it’s probably not a good idea?”
“It doesn’t matter where I am. I’m right here, talking to just you, Presley. Get comfortable.”
I laugh nervously. “How? I’m pregnant.”
“Sorry, I meant naked.”
Shit. It just got real. And why am I peeling off my clothes at his command? Maybe he is right, this could be our little secret. It’s only phone sex, no physical touching involved.
“If I have to get comfortable, then so must you.”
“I already am…naked, that is.”
My palms start to sweat and I focus on his uneven breaths as I close my eyes and listen intently. My body has betrayed me, reacting with pleasure even in my uncomfortable state.
Phone sex is something I’ve never dabbled in. When Jason went off on trips, the only sexual interactions between us were quick ‘I’m horny so I’ll jerk off when we hang up and catch you later’ types of calls.
This was unfamiliar, nerve-wracking…yet incredibly hot.
“Relax,” he whispers calmly. “It’s just you and me. But I’m warning you, I don’t play fair and this will be over real quick.”
Kitty, sitting on her high horse, is laughing at the Jerk, extending her hand, and saying, “Challenge accepted.” He doesn’t play fair? Well then neither will she. He wants it to be over real quick; she will finish this in the blink of an eye.
“I don’t play fair either, Haden. I’m assuming your cock is out and hard as a rock. I’m also guessing that this is driving you insane, and as we’ve been speaking, you’ve been stroking it gently, trying to control the mind-blowing orgasm you’re about to have.”
His silence only confirms what I’ve just said.
“So, what if I were to tell you that I’ve been lying here, pussy soaked and throbbing, thinking about how your hand moves slowly from your shaft up to the tip of your cock as your back arches and your eyes close feverishly with pleasure? Tell me, what would you do next?”
A low grumble escapes his throat. “I’d tell you that all I can think about is how fucking wet your pussy is and how I never got to taste it. How my tongue wants to slide all over your clit and suck it till you beg me to fuck you.”
Dammit! He got me.
I squeeze my legs to contain the persistent throb, to no avail. My arms weaken and the tingling sensation spreading throughout my body intensifies. Shit, this is torture. My hands don’t reach that area comfortably, and when they do, I am mortified at the amount of bush forming and blush in embarrassment. Talk about a distraction! Thank God he can’t see it!
Shit, where was I?
“I wouldn’t beg you to fuck me, I can see how desperate you are. It’s all you’ve been thinking about…”
His moan deepens. “Tell me now how fucking wet you are again.”
“Soaking wet….” I moan, rubbing my fingers across my swollen clit. I gasp unwillingly at the heightened arousal. “You’ve got me so wet that I can’t stop thinking about how perfect your cock would feel inside me right now.”
My eyes are closed, and I allow those words to escape without thinking.
“Tell me how you taste,” he begs me.
I raise my fingers to my lips and gently lick the tips. “I taste sweet…”
The echo shifts and there is a moan followed by a growl. Without a doubt, he is just about there. I speed up the motion and know that I have about five seconds before I am seeing stars.
“I want you to come, Haden. Come all over that beautiful, pierced cock of yours. Imagine my mouth is there waiting to take you all in….”
Three…two…one…and I’m fucking done.
I moan loud as my body jerks back. I forget he’s on the phone, and as my eyes flick open, reality hits and I think about what the hell I’ve just done.
As the communication between us goes stagnant, I have no choice but to speak first.
“Well that was…”