Just when I felt like I was on the edge, I forced my hand to slow down. I reached underneath and tugged my balls, relieving some of the urge to come.
“Can I come now? Or not yet?”
“How could you come when I haven’t sucked you dry yet? After I’m done playing with your slit, I’ll wrap my lips around the head of your cock and run my tongue all around it, sucking lightly.”
“You’re killing me here!”
“That’s not allowed either, not until I’m done. I’ll slide my lips down your cock, nice and slow, then hollow my cheeks out when I come back up. I’ll keep doing that, moving faster and faster…”
“I’m so close…”
“You’re getting frantic then, huh?”
I glanced down at my hand, sliding up and down my cock in a fast rhythm, and growled. My hips twitched, and I had to fight with myself to force myself to keep still. If I moved too much, I would have a hard time reading.
“Take a guess.”
“If you’re so frantic you’re right on the edge of coming; then I would let you…”
I held my breath. “Let me what?”
“I’d let you grab my hair and move your hips, thrusting that hard cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. You can go as hard and fast as you want, the head of your dick hitting the back of my throat. I’d swallow around you, and you would explode, you're come sliding down my throat as you orgasm…”
“Fuck!”
I couldn’t help it, I climaxed, my hand fisted around my pulsing cock as my head tilted back, my body stretched in a taut line. The fantasy in my head pretty much followed the words, and I could almost feel her throat working around me, driving me crazy. I’d never tried face fucking. Despite what porn videos would have you believe, a lot of women didn’t like it, and none of the ex-girlfriends ever let me try. I’d only had one that was adventurous to try deep throating me, and only once because her throat hurt afterward and she refused to do it again.
Come spilled over the hard plane of chest and hand, but I didn’t care. My body slumped into the mattress, and I let my hand settle on my muscled stomach as I slowly calmed down. My thighs trembled a little, and my hand wasn’t steady, either, when I raised it up.
“Damn, baby…”
“Did you come?”
“Of course, I did! That was so damn hot…”
“I haven’t come yet. Wanna help me?”
I laid my head back and groaned, touching the phone to my forehead.
“Fuck.”
I was going to have a lot of fun when we finally met face to face again. I couldn’t wait.Chapter Three
Angela“Does anyone have any questions?” I called to the room full of students.
I was in the middle of a lecture. None of the students raised their hands at my question, and I paced around a bit. I twisted my wrist to check the time; I still had half an hour to go. I’d already covered most of what I wanted. I waited as some of the students were still jotting down the notes. When most of them were done, I moved in front of my computer.
“Let’s move on to the next slide,” I said, looking at my computer screen on the teacher’s desk. I clicked to the appropriate slide. A few people were still furiously writing, but the slow ones would have to borrow notes from their friends.
I could always make the slides free for the students, but some students would publish them and start selling them online. While they could do it anyway, as long as they worked for it and sold the notes they wrote down themselves, I wasn’t going to say anything. After I found out people were doing that, I stopped it.
They were easy to find anyway, but there were some savvy business people in my classes, which was appropriate considering I taught business courses.
As I taught, especially in the pauses between the slides, my mind wandered. I couldn’t stop thinking about those texts. I’d thought it would be a fun game, and it was, but I never expected to have quite as much fun as I did.
It had been so long since I’d even thought of sex, but now, I found myself wondering about the man at the other end of that number. Since it was a wrong number, there was a possibility it was someone I didn’t even know.
Fuck, but it was hot, though.
Did he come?
That was the one thing I was most curious about. Of course, I’d also considered if it was a prank, but I didn’t think so. I was more and more sure that someone had gotten the wrong number unknowingly, but they’d probably realize later and not text me again.
Should I text back first?
Wouldn’t that be awkward, though? I didn’t even know who was on the end of it. What if it was a horny teenager or some pervy old man? It could also be a hot guy, but the other possibilities were the reason why I hadn't done anything about it yet. It was fun, but it would be hell if I did something illegal.