Heath (Wild Boys After Dark, #2)(9)
“Ally, Ally, Ally. You are a dirty girl.”
She mouthed, Oh my God! to the empty room.
“Tell me what you’re wearing, Ally, and I suggest you put that little kitty down, because we’re about to get a lot dirtier.”
She set Fifi in her bed at the foot of the couch and lay back.
“Ally? Did you leave me?”
“No. I put Fifi down.”
“Fifi.” He paused, and she wondered what he was thinking. “Do you have any other animals?”
“No, just her.”
“Where are you now, Ally?” he asked.
“On my couch.”
“Lie down on your back and close your eyes.”
Was she really doing this? Having phone sex with the guy she’d spent two nights having great sex with? The guy who wasn’t giving anything up?
“I’ll lie back if you tell me something about yourself.”
He remained silent, and she prayed he wouldn’t hang up.
“Heath?”
“I have three brothers,” he offered.
She smiled and lay back on the couch. “Are they all as hot as you?”
“You’re a little minx, aren’t you? How about if we keep my brothers out of this conversation while I’m trying to seduce you?”
She closed her eyes. “Is that what you’re doing? Seducing me?”
“Ally?”
“Hm?”
“What are you wearing, sweetheart?”
“A T-shirt.”
“Bra?”
“No.”
She heard him exhale. “And a pair of pink boy shorts.”
“Those tiny, tight panties?”
“Mm-hm. Are you a fan?” She smiled at her ability to tease even though she was more nervous than she’d been in the hotel room with him. She’d never had phone sex before, but she enjoyed sex, and this brought a whole new level of excitement.
“I’m a fan of anything as long as it’s on you. But I’m a bigger fan of you completely naked, lying spread-eagle with my mouth buried between your legs.”
She inhaled a sharp breath and felt herself go damp.
“Ally? Is that short for Allyson?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t thinking, and it registered a moment later that he’d asked for her full name.
“I like that name. Allyson?”
“Yes.” She sounded raspy, full of desire.
“Close your eyes and pretend I’m there with you.” He paused, and she closed her eyes. “Are your eyes closed?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Put your hand down your panties.” He paused as she followed his instructions. “Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
“I’m hot and so wet. Swollen.” Her embarrassment slipped away as she sank into the moment.
“Allyson, you know how to touch yourself like I touched you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I want to hear you come. Touch your clit, and tell me what you feel.” He was breathing harder, and it spurred her on.
She stroked herself, feeling her climax building inside her.
“Allyson?”
“Huh?”
“I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you touching yourself. Thinking about your hair spread out on the pillow and the way your tongue sweeps over your lower lip as you start to relax.”
“Oh God.” The image had her speeding up her efforts.
“I’m so hard, Ally. I wish your mouth were around my cock. I want to see your gorgeous eyes looking up at me when your mouth is full of me.”
“I love your cock.”
“Tell me more,” he said in a low, gravelly voice.
She stroked herself as she spoke, remembering the feel of everything they did. “I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, the way your come tastes on my tongue. The way you f*cked me.”
“Christ.” She could tell he was gritting his teeth. “I want to f*ck you now, Ally. I want to plunge deep inside you and ravage your sinfully delicious mouth as you come.”
“Heath—” She arched against her hand, feeling her inner muscles contract around her fingers and unable to believe she was coming as he ground out her name and grunted through what she knew was his own intense climax. She listened to his heavy breathing, and strangely, she didn’t feel embarrassed, but somehow felt closer to him.
“Sweetheart?” A gravelly whisper.
“Hm?” she managed.
“You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever known.”
She felt her heart swell with the compliment, though she knew it shouldn’t. Phone sex and hot hotel sex were hardly a relationship. She pushed the hope away and quipped, “That’s sort of like cuddling, isn’t it?”
He let out a low laugh, and she heard him moving around. “Considering that I just came all over myself while listening to you come, I might admit to that.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“I’ve seen you come, remember?” he teased.
“You know what I mean.” She smiled as she went into the bathroom to clean up. “Phone sex,” she said in a hushed tone.