“Then I’d take your dick in my mouth. All the way. Can you feel your dick hit the back of my throat?”
“Yes, fuck yes…suck it, Petal. Suck my cock.”
“Mmm…your dick is so good, Cy. It’s so big. Too big for my mouth.” I’d never had phone sex before and I hoped I wasn’t sounding cheesy.
“Your mouth is perfect. So, fucking perfect.” His breath was harsh as it came over the phone. “Are you wet Petal?”
“Yes. Your cock in my mouth always makes me wet. So wet.”
He moaned. “We’re in your bed. You’re laying on me, sucking my cock. Your pussy is at my mouth, and I’m eating it. Drinking your sweet juice.”
This time I moaned. I pushed my covers off and slid my hand under my pajama waistband.
“Are you touching yourself, Petal?”
“Yes.” Not able to get the right feel, I pushed my pajama bottoms down, gasping as the cool air hit my wet pussy.
“Pinch your nipples baby. Pretend I’m sucking them.”
I did as he asked. “I love your mouth on me, Cyrus. It’s hot and wet…ooohhh.”
“Now I’m eating you and you’re sucking my cock. Can you picture it?”
“Yes.” We’d never done what he was describing in the sixty-nine position but I hoped someday we’d try it.
“My tongue is flicking your clit.”
I flicked my finger over my hard nub and groaned.
“Now I’m sucking it, Petal. Fuck…I’m so hard…”
“I’m deep throating you, Cy. My hand is massaging your balls.”
He growled. “Make me come…”
“I’m fucking you with my mouth. My finger is rubbing your skin behind your balls…you know you love that. You love it when I lick you there…”
“Yes more, Petal…more…fuck I’m so close.”
“My mouth is sliding up and down your hard cock. It’s so big, Cy…I can’t hardly take it.”
“Yes…yes…”
“You’re in my mouth, I’m holding you deep in my mouth. I can feel your power, Cy. You’re about to come. I’m going to drink it all.”
“Come with me…fuck…I’m there…” He let out a strangled groan that sounded like he was trying to be quiet.
I slid my fingers inside me and imagined him coming in my mouth. I could see his face when it went from torture to sweet satisfaction. My hips bucked and my pussy spasmed as my orgasm hit.
“Fuck…so much cum…I’ve made a fucking mess,” he said.
“I wish I was there to lick it up for you.”
He groaned. “Jesus, woman, you’re going to make me come again.” He let out a breath. “Did you come?”
“Yes.” I felt myself blush even though I was alone. I’d never touched myself with an audience. Or in this case, someone listening in.
“I wish I was there to see it,” he said. “I’d like to watch you pleasure yourself.”