Voices in the Dark (5 page)

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Lacey Savage

In that moment, I’m willing to do anything, try anything, if he’ll stay. I don’t have to tell him. I can pretend to be anyone he wants me to be. I’m so damn good at pretending.

He sinks down to the floor, looks up at me with an amused grin that highlights the twin dimples in his cheeks and makes my stomach flip-flop. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“Then…”

“I have something for you.”

I can see now that he’s rummaging around in his jacket pocket. When he lifts his hand, it’s to show me the sleek, flat edge of a cell phone. It’s one of the new models, the kind that are all screen and no buttons.

My mouth hangs open, but I’m having trouble getting words out. Is he really telling me I can call someone right now? Is it possible he can understand me so well? And more importantly, that he doesn’t mind?

The frisson of sensation running up and down my spine has me quivering. I reach for the phone, but he snatches his hand back just as my fingers make contact with the metal edge.

My heart sinks all the way down to my toes. I should have known it was too good to be true.

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Adrian leans in, drags his mouth up my inner thigh, still keeping the cell phone in his outstretched hand out of my reach. “Let me do this for you.”

I part my legs, giving him greater access to my pussy. I don’t have the strength to argue, but neither am I insane enough to pass up a good licking when it’s offered. Still, I eye the phone greedily, and for a fleeting moment I wonder if I can lean over far enough to snatch it out of his hand while he’s occupied with my cunt.

“Don’t even think about it,” he murmurs against my mound.

I pout, lean against the counter and lift my legs.

Adrian inhales swiftly and grabs my thighs, positioning them over his shoulders.

The cold metal edge of the phone kisses my flesh as he presses the sleek device against me while cupping my ass in his hands and bringing my sex closer to his mouth.

His tongue parts my folds, slides easily through the slick, wet flesh. He kisses my labia, sucks the outer lips into his mouth and bites down lightly before releasing that spot and choosing another.

Desire builds inside me. It swirls and blooms, expanding in my lower belly. And still there’s something missing.

I close my eyes, lean my head back, and try to ignore the gnawing disappointment that melds with the pleasure sizzling through my veins. Surely, just this once, I don’t need the phone. I can come with this man’s mouth on my pussy and be satisfied.

Right. I know better.

But I try, anyway.

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Lacey Savage

Adrian runs the tip of his tongue around my clit, sending a shiver straight to my core. His mouth is a staggering work of genius, exploring me thoroughly, marking me with every slow swipe.

I squeeze my eyes closed, tangle my fingers in his hair and tighten my thighs’ grip around his head. I start to move, rub my wanton pussy against his face. I want to pull him into me, to fuck his beautiful mouth, to come hard and fast and openly all over him.

But I can’t.

I can’t.

Tears pinch my eyes. I can feel them leaking from the corners of my eyelids, and I wipe them away furiously with the back of my hand. God, I hope he doesn’t notice. I need to focus on him, on his talented tongue, on the flurry of sensation swirling around my clit, bringing me closer and closer—

When the phone rings, I can’t help the sob of relief that escapes my throat.

It’s Adrian’s phone, I realize through my haze of lust and relief. I can feel it vibrating along the curve of my ass, and the ring tone isn’t one I recognize. I like it though. It’s tinny and old-fashioned, like the ring of a rotary phone.

Adrian pauses to place a slow kiss on my clit then lifts his head and pierces me with a fierce stare. “It’s for you.”

He slides the phone up along my body, over the tank top I’m still wearing. It skims my ribs, caresses the underside of my breast before sliding across my nipple. Adrian inches it up further, along my collarbone, up the column of my throat, gliding across my cheek and up to my ear.

Then he presses his thumb to the screen, and the ringing vanishes. I hear nothing but deep breathing on the other end.

“Hel… Hello?”

A man clears his throat. “Is this Mistress Lucy?”

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My eyes widen in confusion and I open my mouth to say no, when I catch sight of Adrian nodding furiously.

“Err…yes, it is.”

“Oh good.” The man’s relief is palpable. “I’ve never done this before. The girl who took my credit card number said you’re crazy hot, and well, I’m so fucking horny and—

”

“Just a moment, please.”

I fumble with the phone and finally find the
mute
label, which I touch in a hurry.

“What the hell is going on?”

Adrian looks up from between my legs. He’s wearing a broad grin, the kind that shows off his dimples to perfection. My heart does a slow somersault in my chest, and suddenly I can’t recall what I just asked him.

“I have a friend who works as a sex phone operator. She promised to send through a client for you tonight.”

“A…phone sex…”

“Operator,” he supplies helpfully. His smile widens further, and I swear I can see his eyes twinkling with pure satisfaction.

He knew exactly what I wanted, and he gave it to me. Just like that.

The tears that fill my eyes now have nothing to do with frustration or disappointment. They’re pure liquid joy.

I touch the
mute
label again. “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Uhh… It’s Mike. Hey, listen, am I going to get charged for being put on hold?”

I have a sneaky suspicion he won’t like my answer. Better to not give him one at all.

“Mike, picture me right there in front of you. I’m perched on your dining room table, naked, legs spread, pussy open and inviting. What will you do to me?”

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Adrian grabs my legs, pushes my thighs further apart. His mouth is a machine, lips and tongue moving in unison around my clit while he slides two fingers inside my channel.

“Oh man, I’d fuck you good.”

“Oh yeah?” I purr into the phone. “Do you have a big cock, Mike?”

“Yeah. It’s hard too.”

Adrian clamps on to my clit with his lips. He sucks deeply, drawing the little nub into his mouth. At the same time, he curls his fingers deep in my channel while Mike pants in my ear.

The orgasm that slams into me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It crashes over my muscles, sweeps through my veins and fills my body with more pleasure than I think I can handle. My pussy weeps, and Adrian licks up the cream with husky little moans that let me know I’m the most delicious dessert he’s ever tasted.

“Ohh…stroke that cock for me,” I say when I recover enough. “I want it stiff and ready for my pussy.”

“Yeah…” Mike lets out a low hiss, and I can picture his fist sliding over the flushed head of his dick. “You like it rough?”

Not particularly, but it’s his fantasy. And his $3.99 a minute or whatever he’s paying for this call. He can give it to me as rough as he wants.

“Definitely,” I assure him.

Adrian lifts my legs off his shoulders and gets to his feet. His nostrils flare, and his eyes narrow as he grabs a fistful of my tank top and yanks it up, baring my breasts.

My chest heaves. My pussy’s still tingling from the remnants of that orgasm, and when Adrian starts to unbuckle his belt, a whimper escapes my throat.

Mike’s done talking now. He’s lost in whatever fantasy he’s conjured up, and I can hear the slap of flesh against flesh as he jerks himself into oblivion. His breathing has quickened. It now echoes in rhythmic pants in my ear.

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I sink my teeth into my lower lip, watching with relish as Adrian’s cock springs free.

God, he’s stunning, my Adrian. Even more perfect than I imagined. His cock spears the air, reaching almost up to his navel. His curls aren’t trimmed, but it doesn’t bother me like I thought it would. He simply looks…raw. Natural, appealing in a way that steals my breath.

When I fist his cock, he lets out a low groan.

“That’s right, baby. Give me that big hard cock. Give me everything you’ve got.”

Mike thinks I’m talking to him, and his answering moan is a low, keening sound that tells me he’s only seconds away from release.

Adrian grabs my wrist, frees his cock from my grip, and in one smooth thrust impales me with his beautiful dick. In that same moment, Mike howls in my ear. I picture jets of cum landing with slick splashing sounds against his belly.

Adrian rams into me, fast and deep and so intensely that I have to grip the edge of the counter to steady myself. He’s still got that grin, but it’s a little lopsided now, and a trickle of sweat pours down his temple.

He reaches down between us, gives my clit a tweak, and with that, sends me over the edge one more time. My muscles quake around him as he thrusts into me twice more before following me into bliss.

I grip his face in my hands, watch the smile vanish as he comes. His lip curls and he grits his teeth. A flush creeps up the column of his throat. I stare in awe, amazed to be witnessing this. I’d forgotten the exquisite feeling of being this close to a man when he loses control. He’s at his most vulnerable, and at his most beautiful, in this moment.

Before he’s finished, I throw myself into his arms fully and slant my mouth across his.

He kisses me back fiercely, wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the counter.

The phone tumbles to the floor, forgotten.

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Lacey Savage

I slide my legs around his waist and then I’m floating as he carries me into the living room.

There, he lays me down on the couch and presses his body against mine. His cock is still buried inside me, and as I slide my tongue along his, I can feel it coming back to life, stiffening against my inner walls.

I breathe him in with every inhale. He’s a part of me now. He knows my secrets, and he accepts them along with my shadow self.

This time when we fuck, there is no one else whispering dirty things in my ear. It’s just Adrian, on top of me, inside me, all around me.

Just this once, amazingly, it’s enough.

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“Merry Christmas, baby.”

I press my body against his and burrow my nose in the hollow of his shoulder. “It is now.”

I’ve been worried, watching slush-filled streets turn to ice as the storm of the century vents its fury onto New York. I thought maybe the snow and sleet would keep him away. I should have known better.

Adrian flashes me his dimples, and my stomach flutters. We’ve been together a year now, but I never get tired of seeing that smile directed at me.

He picks up a gift bag he dropped in the hallway when I jumped him as soon as he walked through the door. “And happy anniversary, Mistress Jacqui.”

I laugh, grab the bag from his arms. The name I chose for myself when I started working as a phone sex operator somehow suits me. It’s playful, with a raunchy edge to it. I’m comfortable being called Mistress Jacqui, but I like hearing him call me Maddie more.

He knows it, too, and saves my real name for when he’s whispering sweet nothings in my ear while we’re making love. When it’s just the two of us. When he knows the sound of my name on his tongue can send me soaring like no stranger’s voice ever could.

I place the gift under the tree, alongside a large box that holds my gift for him. It’s the first year I’ve bothered with a Christmas tree, but when Adrian suggested we pick out a real one together, I couldn’t resist. He carried it inside my apartment, brought over a box of ornaments that had been his mother’s, and helped me set it up. Now I know it’s as much a part of my new Christmas tradition as being with him.

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As soon as my arms are free, he pulls me to him again and claims my mouth in a soul-searing kiss. “Are you working tonight?” His breath ruffles my hair.

I shake my head. The phone’s unplugged. I called my family an hour ago, wished them a Merry Christmas, told them the storm will keep me away this year but that I’ll visit for New Year’s—and that I’ll be bringing a friend.

“I’ve taken the night off.”

His low growl sends a trembling shiver down my spine. He slips his hands underneath my silk robe, sucks in a breath when his fingers brush lace.

Oh yeah. I’ve got a few anniversary surprises for him, too, all bundled up in silk.

He unwraps me slowly by tugging on the belt at my waist. The robe falls open, revealing a strip of red lace encasing my hips and pussy and a second one barely covering my nipples. The two are joined by a band of green lace running up the center of my body. A striped bow sits in my cleavage, completing the cheery ensemble.

But none of those things have his interest. Instead, his gaze is glued between my legs. His eyebrows lift in question, and he knows he doesn’t have to ask.

“My new toy. A client told me how much he likes it used on him, and I thought…”

My voice fades, and I hold my breath, waiting for Adrian’s answer.

He reaches out and runs the tip of a finger over the silicone sheen of the rubber strap-on. “A new fetish? I’m an understanding guy, Maddie, but this might be too much, even for me.”

The wink of his dimples tells me otherwise.

He backs up a step, and before I can ask him where he’s going, he picks up the gift bag from beneath the tree and shoves it in my hands. “Open it,” he orders in a tone I wouldn’t dare disobey.

Excitement heats my blood. I tear the tissue paper in my rush to get at whatever’s laying at the bottom of that bag. When I pick up the package and slide it out, I can’t help the laughter that gathers at the back of my throat.

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“The Strap-On-2000. Built for his riding pleasure.” I’m reading the text on the packaging, but I know it by heart. It’s what sold me on this model in the first place.