For A Good Time, Call... (17 page)

“I
did my first phone sex calls while living in a box between a office
supply store and a pharmacy. I had been so green...”

“Were
you still a virgin?” he asked.

“No,”
I said. But, oh, I wished I was. “But I might as well have
been. I was able to get this place just a couple weeks after.”

Hunter
gave me a small smile. “You've made a really good life for
yourself here, Fee.”

I
thought of all the designer clothes in my closet, the money I spent
like water, the freedom I had to go out all night and sleep all day.
He was right. It might not have been a wild, grand life and it might
have been fraught with all my demons... but it was good. It was mine.

He
was silent for a moment. “I think your mom would have been
happy with this,” he said, smirking a little. “Aside from
you just getting away from your father. I think what you've done
would have made her laugh. What a slap in the face to everything your
father tried to beat into you to become a phone sex operator. Who
drinks a lot. And tattoos her body. And has sex with the trouble that
lives next door.”

“You're
not trouble,” I said, a flash of him beating that man flashing
into my head before I pushed it away.

“You
don't know me that well, Fee,” he said, sounding almost sad.
“Trust me... I'm trouble.”

“Well,”
I said, reaching out and wrapping my arms around his neck. “maybe
I like trouble.”

“Oh
yeah?” he asked, his eyebrow raised.

“Yeah.”

“How
much?” he asked, smirking.

I
smiled, sitting up, pushing him onto his back and putting my legs on
either side of him. His hands moved to my hips, sinking into the
hollows and wrenching a moan from me. I leaned down, turning my head
to the side and trailing my lips across his neck like he had done for
me, wanting to see if it felt the same to him as if did to me. He
exhaled roughly, bolstering my self-confidence and I slowly moved
downward. Between his ribs, over his stomach. Lower.

I
had been faking oral sex long enough to know what I was supposed to
do. I knew my instructions. Tease the head. Then take the shaft into
my mouth. Deep. Deeper than was comfortable. They liked to hear you
gag slightly on it. That turned them on. Then start moving your mouth
from the base upward in a twisting motion. You could intermittently
go up and down, but the twisting was what got them really going.

I
knew what to do. But I had never done it.

Uncertainty
was like a churning inside. Like a hand grabbed your insides and
twisted. I paused for the barest of seconds before my hand reached
out to grab the base and hold it as my tongue snaked out to swirl
circles across the sensitive head. I heard his breath hiss out and
his hands slam down on the bed next to his body. Encouraged, I slid
my mouth around him, slowly moving downward, tilting my head slightly
upward to look at his face.

“Oh
fuck,” he said, reaching down to put a hand on the back of my
head. Not pulling or pushing, just resting there as I took more and
more of him into my mouth. “Yeah, baby,” he said,
sounding pained. “take it all.” I hit the base with an
involuntary clenching feeling in my throat, tight and uncomfortable,
but not sick. Not like I had expected. I closed my lips down harder,
turning slightly to the left, then right as I slowly moved back
upward. I got to the head, licking my tongue once over the tip,
tasting him there, before moving quickly back down again.

In
that moment, I didn't understand the complaints I had heard from
endless callers. About how their wives didn't give head. Or only gave
it on special occasions because they didn't like it. How could you
not like it? How could you not feel powerful? How could you not get
off knowing how good you were making them feel? How at your mercy
their pleasure was?

It
was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, watching Hunter's face
contort, feeling his body tense under me, hearing his breathing
become ragged. I couldn't wait for him to come. I wanted to hear
him, to feel him lose control. I wanted to taste him, to take him in.

But
then his hand moved into my hair, grabbing it and pulling me upward.
His cock slipped out of my mouth and I made a whimpering sound.
Hunter chuckled. “Don't worry baby,” he said, moving to
sit up, still holding my hair, watching as I licked him off my lips.
“one day I am going to love coming in that pretty mouth. Down
that throat. But right now,” he said, letting me go and moving
toward the end of the bed. “I want to fuck you until you cant
walk right for a week.”

It
sounded like a threat. Like a promise. I felt my desire like a
stabbing inside, like a white-hot need.

He
moved to the nightstand, slipping another condom on before turning
back to me. He reached out, grabbing my hips and pulling. My arms
flew out to brace my fall as I landed face-first against the
mattress. He pulled backward until I felt myself hanging off the edge
of the bed. His hand reached out, slapping my ass hard once. “I've
been thinking about this ass since that first day on the balcony.
With those pink panties that only covered half of it. I wanted to
jump over to your balcony, rip them off, and fuck you from behind
right there where anyone who looked up could see us.”

He
slapped me again, making me jump, groan a little. “You like
that, baby?” he asked, slapping me again without waiting for an
answer. “Does that get your pussy wet?” he asked, his
hand pushing between my thighs and, finding wetness there, he plunged
his finger inside me. “Yeah it does,” he growled,
thrusting his finger quickly inside me before pulling out. His hands
grabbed my hips, pulling them off the mattress, making me stand on my
shaky legs.

His
hands moved between my thighs, pulling them slightly apart. Then his
cock was pressing against me, holding there still, making the tension
build unbearably. Then, with one quick thrust, he was buried inside
me. Impossibly deep. Deeper than he had been before. I felt him
everywhere. I clenched around him, needing the fullness, needing him
deep, and rocked back against him.

“You
like it deep, baby?” he asked, pulling my hips back and upward
slightly, making me yelp. Because it hurt, a sharp, pinching feeling.
It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.

“Yeah,”
I groaned, wiggling against it.

“Make
yourself come,” he instructed, holding still inside me.

I
didn't need any further encouragement. I was too far gone to feel
shame or self-consciousness. I pulled forward and shoved back, I
moved my hips side to side, I swirled them in circles. I could feel
the tension build, the tightening that was threatening to explode. I
was so close and he still hadn't moved at all. “Am I going to
make you come too?” I asked, hearing his ragged breathing.

His
hands bit painfully into my hips. “Not until you make yourself
come,” he said, barely words at all, more like a growl.

Empowered,
I moved faster, slamming back into him, pushing in fast, frantic
circles. I felt my orgasm slam into me, making my legs give out and
Hunter grabbed my hips and held them up as I clenched around his
hardness over and over, an endless wave of sensation.

As
soon as I stopped moaning, I felt him pull out of me and slam
forward. Hard. So fucking hard my entire body jerked forward. My feet
went back on the floor, bracing, trying to not go flying with each
powerful thrusts. I held still, my body rigid as his cock thrust into
me in a slow, but forceful rhythm. Fast, hard in. Pause. Quickly out.
Pause. Harder, faster in. I was a puddle of need under him, a
screaming, panting mess. His hand let go of one of my hips, spanking
my ass before each thrust and I arched up into it, enjoying the sting
more than I could have ever known. Needing it. Letting it push me
forward toward the orgasm that threatened to make me dumb.

Then
the spanking stopped and he picked me up off my feet, his thrusts
becoming faster, more demanding. I couldn't move. I couldn't rock
against him. I couldn't help us each reach the impending oblivion. I
was completely at his mercy as he slammed into me over and over,
making my insides tighten around him, become a vise-like grip that he
groaned at, pulling less far out, staying deep and plunging further
in.

“Oh
my god,” I cried, almost fearful as I teetered in the
nothingness for a second before he pushed forward, hitting the front
wall and making me completely lose what little control I had. I
screamed his name. Loud enough for heaven and hell to hear me as I
came around him, pulling him, clenching him.

He
groaned, slamming forward once more, burying deep. “Fuck,”
he growled out. “Oh, fuck... Fee,” he yelled out as he
came deep inside me.

My
feet fell hard onto the floor as he dropped them, pushing forward,
his chest landing on my back. Spent. He was spent. I struggled for
breath through my own exertion and the weight on me. My heart was
beating so fast in my chest it almost scared me. Above me, his breath
was fast in my ear. His cock slowly slid out of me and, after a
minute, he slowly lifted himself off of me.

I
felt his hand slap my ass once, not hard. Then he leaned down and I
felt him kiss one of the cheeks. “Jesus fucking Christ, Fee,”
he said, sounding disbelieving as he moved away from me.

I
couldn't move. Literally couldn't. I was a mess of flesh and
aftershock, laying there, half on the bed, my ass at the edge of the
mattress, my knees collapsed against the side of it. I felt half
dead, but more alive than I ever had been before.

Hunter
came back, stroking the sides of my hips. “You okay there,
Sixteen?” he asked, sounding amused. Sounding pleased with
himself. He fucked me into oblivion and he knew it.

I
made a weird sound, a garbled mumbling nothing that he chuckled at. I
felt the mattress give way to his weight as he moved in beside me. He
reached out, grabbing my sides and pulling me up on the mattress
fully. He reached down and pulled the tangled blankets up and over my
suddenly very cold body, resting a hand at my lower back.

A
long time later, I turned my head to face him, a few inches to my
side. “Well you made good on that threat,” I said,
wincing as I curled up on my side facing him.

His
brows drew together. “What threat?”

“I'm
not going to walk right for a week,” I said and he laughed.
Threw his head back and laughed at my pain that wasn't quite pain. It
was soreness. A deep, deep ache that started to smite anytime I tried
to move, so I decided to stay completely still.

“Well
that's fine,” he said, recovering, reaching for my hand and
kissing it. “because you're not leaving this bed for a week.”
At my look of strain he smiled. “there are so many ways I still
need to fuck you. On all fours. Riding me. And,” he said, his
voice sounding deep as his hand slid down my back to cup my ass, the
cheeks red and sensitive. “I would like to bury deep inside
this ass at some point too.”

“Oh,
really?” I asked, not opposed to the idea. I wanted him
everywhere. I wanted him to claim every inch of me. Besides, I heard
of the kind of orgasms you could get from anal sex. Especially if you
pushed your fingers inside to stroke your g-spot while he worked your
clit. A triple zone orgasm. I heard they could make you spring out of
your body with their intensity. And I was really eager to give that a
try.

“Yes,”
he said, pausing. “really,” he said the word harshly.
Like he had never wanted something so much.

“We'll
have to see what we can do about that then,” I said, inching
closer and snuggling up to his chest. “But first,” I
said, yawning, wrapping my arm around his back. “Sleep.”

Seventeen

I
didn't go home for three days. I took my calls in Hunter's bed,
gloriously naked while he watched on. Sometimes he laid next to me, a
sketchpad on his lap as she worked on the designs for my upcoming
tattoos.

No
matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't get over it. How I
went from my usual self: cold, brittle,
don't-fuck-with-me-while-I-self-destruct Fiona to this one. This one
who was okay with letting someone else see her completely bare.
Completely vulnerable.

I
felt Hunter in every fiber of my being. And it wasn't scary. It
wasn't awkward. It was right. It felt right.

“I
love it when you sniff my panties, baby,” I said and Hunter's
head shot up, a brow lifting, a smile playing at his lips. I rolled
my eyes at him and he went back to drawing. He didn't question me
about work. He didn't think it was weird or perverted or a terrible
way to make my ends meet. I would occasionally hear him snort or
chuckle when I needed to say something especially unusual, but he
kept his opinions to himself.

“Yes,
my pussy is so wet,” I said and I saw Hunter out of the corner
of my eye, setting his pad down on the nightstand and moving toward
me.

He
stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at me for a long time and
I sent him a confused look. Then he grabbed my ankles, pulling me
closer to him and spreading me open. A smile played at his lips as he
kept his eyes on mine. His finger slipped between my folds and I had
to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.