We lay together for a while, me still inside her, then Anna whispered, “Griffin…is everything with you and the band cool?”
I adjusted my head so I could look at her better. She was concerned at the least, scared at the most. I wasn’t sure how to answer her, so I went with what I thought she wanted to hear. “Yeah…sure. Why? Would you be upset if it wasn’t?” Narrowing my eyes, I studied her reaction.
Her expression turned thoughtful as she tilted her head and considered that for a moment. “Not upset. Just worried. Our life…it wouldn’t be the same without the band, you know? Plus…Kellan and Kiera, Matt and Rachel, Evan and Jenny…they’re family.” She gave me a small smile.
I supposed they were, but sometimes being around your family all the time wasn’t healthy. Take the situation currently happening at our house, for instance. Remembering our day of freedom made my dick start to stiffen back up. Anna felt the difference, and her eyes widened. “Again? Already?”
Happy to change the subject, I crooked a smile and shrugged. “You’ve unleashed the beast, there’s no putting it back.”
She frowned. “I don’t know if I can…” She stopped talking as I started moving inside her, gently, slowly, just rubbing our fun parts together with no real purpose other than making us feel nice. “Oh…wow…that feels really good…”
She started moving with me, just as gently, just as slowly. It was hot, and she was right, it did feel good…like getting a backrub in all the tight spots all at once. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing picked up as we moved together. It was intoxicating to watch her, and for once, I didn’t care if I came or not, I just wanted to watch her do it. “Oh, Griff…I think I can…don’t go any faster though…I need…slow…”
I hadn’t planned on changing my pace, so I just kept on doing what I was doing. She slowly went from calm and content to squirming with unfulfilled desire. I could tell she wanted to go faster, harder, pound herself onto my cock, but she was taking her time, teasing herself. Fuck, it was hot to watch the erotic torture. I might come after all.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I had no idea who it was or why they were calling me, and I didn’t care. Voicemail could get it. But then I thought…I’ve never had sex while on the phone before…this could be really erotic. Knowing Anna would be cool with whatever kinky thing I wanted to try, I told her, “I’m going to answer this, but don’t stop. I want you to come while I’m on the phone, baby.”
She grunted some sort of acknowledgment, and I smiled as I picked up my cell. I almost answered with “Guess what I’m doing?” but I used the standard “Yeah?” instead.
Anna groaned right on cue, and I had to bite my lip. Fuck, it was just as erotic as I thought it might be. The person on the other end hesitated, then said, “Mr. Hancock? This is Harold Berk. We met last night?”
“Mmmmm, did we?” I had no clue who this Harold guy was or how he’d gotten my cell phone number, but my wife was grinding on me, and he was unintentionally witnessing it, and it was fucking awesome.
“Um, yeah, we talked about the TV pilot. Remember?” Anna sucked in a breath and groaned again, and Harold slowly said, “Is this a bad time? I could call back later?”
Looking at the expression on my wife’s face, I shook my head. “No, your timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”
“Um, okay. Well, I wanted to go over more details about the project you signed on for.”
Anna’s face grew frustrated, and I knew the speed was too slow for her, I thrust my hips harder, helping her out. Come for me, baby. Let this guy hear it. Her reaction was spectacular. “Oh God, yes…there…right there…don’t stop…”
I held on to her hip with my free hand and let her have it. Her cries grew more intense, and knowing what’s-his-name could hear without really knowing what was going on was about to make me come. Fuck yes.
“Mr. Hancock, maybe I should call back later?”
“No, no, I’m listening. All ears. Tell me about this TV thing. Now. Do it now…” I was talking to Harold, but speaking to Anna. She started panting, then stiffened, and let out an exceptionally awesome cry of release. Unexpectedly, I came right after her. Damn, I hadn’t thought I could. I should have known better.
As we lay there panting, the person on the other line quietly said, “Is everything…okay?”
“Fuck, yes.” He’d been talking in my ear the entire time I’d been coming, but I honestly had no idea what he’d been saying. I could barely remember his name. Harry? Larry? Fuck if I knew. “Could you repeat all that, I wasn’t listening. Start from the beginning.”
Anna rolled off me. Lying on her back, she laughed as she shook her head. Some girls might have a problem with what I’d just done, but not Anna. She just found it hot. She was so fucking awesome.
A long sigh from the phone met my ear. “My name is Harold Berk. We met last night at the bar. I told you about the TV pilot, the drama about a rock star? You claimed to be interested in being the star of the show. Do you remember any of this? You were kind of…under the weather.”
What I’d been was drunk, but flashes of the conversation were coming back to me, especially after he said star. You would be the focal point…the star. But something seemed off. “Wait…I thought your name was Arnold?”
“No, sir. It’s Harold.” Definite irritation was in his voice now.