Phone Talk

I’m in the middle of putting on pajamas when my phone buzzes. When I see the six-lettered name brighten the screen, I can’t help but grin. It’s Carter—the guy who calls me every evening. He’s late today, though, and I almost thought he wasn’t going to call anymore.

Carter and I have been on two dates, and we’ve been talking and flirting through messages and phone conversations for a couple of weeks now. We were planning to go on a third date—and I would definitely let him bang me during that one—but the man unexpectedly had to go abroad for work. Shit happens, I guess. But he’ll be back in four months.

I pick up the phone and put him on speaker so that I can close the last two buttons of my shirt.

“Hey,” I say. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you anymore.”

“As if I’d miss my nightly talks with you… So, what are you doing, sweet girl?”

“Getting dressed. I just got done showering,” I answer while heading to the bedroom. “I was actually planning on going to bed early today.”

"But I’m sure you have some time for me, hm?” he hums on the other end.

“Of course.” I slide under the sheets, getting comfortable. “So, how was your day?”

He sighs. “Busy. I was in the office from 8 AM ’till 9 PM. Just got home. How was yours?”

“It was another great day,” I reply.

Three weeks ago, I started working as a pastry chef in the local bakery, and I can honestly say that I love it there. I have the best boss and my colleagues are such sweethearts too.

“I had this client who requested a giant cake shaped like a pizza, and I had lots of fun carving all the little mushrooms and tomatoes and everything. I hope he likes it too.”

“Mushrooms on a pizza? No.”

“What? I love mushrooms on my pizza!”

“Gross. But I don’t like mushrooms in general.”

“I’ve only heard people complain about pineapple on pizza.”

“Yeah, not a fan of that either.”

“Boring…” I tease, lips curling up. Talking to Carter always leaves me grinning.

“I’m sure your client will be pleased with the cake,” he says, ignoring my teasing. “You’re great at what you do. I love everything you create.”

I beam at his compliments. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. But calling me boring?” his deep voice sounds through the phone. “Should I be offended by that?”

“No, I was just teasing you…”

“I like your teasing.”

In the background, I hear the sound of a shower hissing. “Oh, you’re gonna take a shower now?” I ask. “Want us to hang up?”

“Absolutely not!” he replies, almost offended I asked. “I’ll just put you on speaker.”

“Okay.”

The thought of Carter stepping under the shower, naked, is very hot.

He’s a handsome guy with his suntanned skin, bright green eyes, and a masculine jawline that makes everybody’s heart beat faster. Two other things I find super hot are his long dark-brown hair and stubble.

I still can’t believe we haven’t had sex and that I have to wait for it for another few months. We’ve kissed, though, and the man is such a good kisser, so that makes me wonder how he is in the bedroom… How he’s—

“Are you having dirty thoughts about me right now, Gorgeous?”

“No, I’m not,” I say with an innocent voice.

A chuckle tickles my ears. “I bet you were wondering what I look like naked.”

“Pff.” I roll my eyes, ignoring how my cheeks heat up.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. I’ve often wondered about your body… I’ve fantasized about you being naked. Your breasts… your ass… and your…”

He trails off so I can think about what he might be thinking of.

And while I do, I consider my options. The way I see it, I have two: I can either cut Carter off and change the subject, which I might have done a few times before, if I’m being honest. Or I can mirror his flirtatious behavior and see what my honesty will bring me, because the truth is that I’ve fantasized about him too.

I feel kinda naughty when I ask: “You mean you’ve thought about my pussy?”

Carter softly laughs. “Oh, yes… Thought about your pussy many times.”

The way the word rolls off his tongue is enough for goosebumps to appear on my body.

Pussy. Pussy. Your pussy.

“And what exactly do you think about when my”—I clear my throat—“pussy comes to your mind?” I hate how weak my voice is.

“How your walls will grip my dick,” he speaks in a soft timbre.

I gasp, not expecting the conversation to turn this dirty this quickly.

“I think about how it will feel to be deep inside of you… ”

“Oh.” I let out a breathy sigh while my body begins to tremble.

“Or how I′ll rub your swollen clit and bring you so close to the edge that you’ll beg me to let you cum…”

I swallow, feeling the place between my legs clench at his lewd words. “Ah, so you like to be in control?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.

The hissing sound of the shower stops. “Oh, I think you know I do, BJ,” he answers while something rustles in the background. He’s drying himself.

My name is Brianna Joan, and Carter always loves teasing me by calling me by my initials.

“You know I hate it when you say that.”

“But you also know that I like teasing you. Answer the question, BJ. Be a good girl for me.”

Good girl… The words have me biting my lip. My body still quivers, and I can’t make it stop. I’m excited—nervous.

“Well, many men talk a good game, but only few can deliver,” I breathe through the phone.

“Oh, I always deliver,” he replies huskily. “Tell me what you're wearing now.”

Oh, hell. We’re truly going to do this, aren’t we?

“My very unsexy red and white polka dot pajamas,” I answer.

Carter laughs. “Who the hell wears pajamas these days?”

“I do. They’re soft and warm.”

“Once more a sign that you just need a man close to keep you warm. And a good cock buried inside.”

“I… can’t deny that,” I admit.

“Take your granny PJs off, Brianna.”

My mouth is suddenly dry. “R-right now?”

“Right now. I’m so fucking turned on. Just thinking about you makes my cock twitch. But you must want it too. Do you?”

Holy crap.

“Yeah...” I put my phone on speaker so I can take off my clothes. “...I want it too.”

“Good girl. Undress now.”