It’s an old joke we share. He calls me his favorite person, and I do the same. This time, I keep silent.
I hear him sigh. “Bye Rachel.”
I put the phone back on the desk, deep in thought. It makes no sense for Jack to warn me about falling in love with Landon. With Landon, I know where I stand. A week, and then I’ll never have to see him again. There’s no chance of getting hurt. In a few days, I’ll be back home and he’ll just be a memory of great sex.
As if he knows that I’m thinking about him, Landon’s name lights up on my screen. I reach for the phone, my body surging with excitement.
“What are you doing?” he asks without preamble.
That voice. It flows over me like velvet. “Working. You?”
“Thinking about you.”
His words cause a fluttering in my stomach. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?”
“I called a recess.”
“Lucky you.” I’m smiling. I get up and go over to sit at the side of my bed. “When will you be back?”
“In about two-three hours. Why? You missing me?”
“In a way,” I laugh. “I’d rather you were here making the most of the time we have. You did promise to make me come until I beg you to stop.”
I hear him groan. “Rachel, you’re going to drive me crazy.” His voice drops to a low murmur. “I wish I was there right now, my tongue in your pussy. You wouldn’t be laughing.”
My breath is suddenly shallow. “No I wouldn’t.”
“I would suck you until you’re breathless and coming against my tongue.” I hear him breathe. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You sound aroused,” he says softly. “Tell me where you are.”
“In my room. Sitting on my bed.”
“What are you wearing?”
“A camisole dress.”
“Is it short?”
“Yes. Thigh length.”
“Pull it up to your waist,” he orders, I obey, lifting my hips as I pull the dress up with one hand. “What are you wearing underneath?”
“A white bra and thong.”
He groans. “Pull down the dress and the bra. I want your beautiful breasts spilling out. They’re beautiful. Have I told you that, full and firm, with nipples I want to keep licking. Touch your nipples, baby.”
I do as he says, moaning as pleasure shoots through me.
“Now I need you to pull that white thong to the side and touch yourself. Tell me how wet you are.”
I do as he says, wondering at how easily I comply. How natural it feels even though I’ve never done this before. “I’m soaked,” I tell him. My voice is a thin, aroused whisper. I rub my fingers over my clit, feeling my body tighten, already so close to orgasm. “I’m so wet Landon.”
“Wet for me, Rachel. My cock is so hard, I want to put it in your mouth. Let you suck it.”
“Yes,” I moan, my fingers working my clit. I can almost feel him pumping into my mouth. “I want you in my mouth.”