“You make me horny,” she said without a hiccup.
“Why do I always happen to be in public situations when you get all spicy on me?”
“Where are you?” she asked with innocence.
“In my car, going back to the club.”
“Why don’t you swing by the French Quarter. I heard there is a girl in a kink club who needs a good spanking.”
Groaning, I responded, “You have no idea the kind of punishment I want to give you for making me hard right now but I can’t. Soon though, little one, very soon.”
“How soon?” I heard her rustling around.
“Are you in bed?” I asked, ignoring her question.
“I might be.”
“What are you wearing?” I asked as I gulped and started to get hard, just from the mere thought of her in her bed, talking to me. That is what she did to me, the little man-eater.
“If I said nothing, would that make you come over?”
“It would make me come, that’s for damn sure.”
“Mmm, Mr. Colby, it sounds like your lips are a little looser these days. It seems like I’m having a bad influence on you.”
“I wouldn’t say it was a bad influence but it’s an influence.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It’s a fucking fantastic thing, little one,” I said weakly.”
“You sound upset, is everything okay?” she asked, always perceptive.
I ran my hand through my hair, a nervous tendency, as I looked out the window at the pastel houses of the Garden District.
“Yes, I just…” I paused and caught my breath from my pounding heart. I never realized how much I needed Goldie until she was untouchable. “I miss you,” I admitted.
“You’re killing me,” she said as I heard her shift again.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m giving the old beany boo a tickle. Keep talking, your voice alone will make me come all over my damn fingers.
“Fuck, Goldie. What did I tell you about touching yourself? Whose pussy does that belong to?”
I heard her huff out a breath. “Well, since it’s attached to my little v-section here I would say mine but by the tone in your voice, I guess I have to say you.”
“You have to say?”
“God, you’re demanding tonight.”
“Who does your pussy belong to, little one?” I asked between clenched teeth.
“You,” she said breathlessly, still shifting.
“Goldie! Are you still touching yourself?”
“What?! No…”
“Do you know what happens to liars?”
“They climax while their boyfriend tells them how much he would love to eat them out?”
I shook my head and held back the smile that was trying to cross my face.
“They’re brought to the edge of orgasm while being tied down and then they never fall over because they are left hanging…for the night.”
“You wouldn’t…”
“I so fucking would so remove your hand from the delicious pussy of yours.”
She moaned in the phone as her breath picked up.”
“Goldie…” I reprimanded.
“Oh….God…” she breathed out. “I wish you were here, sucking on my hard nipples right now. They’re so fucking hard, Jett.”
I gripped the back of my neck as I took a deep breath of frustration. Frustration for not being able to be the one who brought my girl to orgasm. My erection from just hearing her breath pressed against the zipper of my pants and I shifted in my seat to get a little more comfortable.
I pressed the intercom to my driver and said, “Drive around until I’m ready to go back to the club.”
Thankfully the limo I was in was completely closed off from the public and my driver. I unclasped my belt and pulled down my pants until my erection sprang free.
“Please tell me that was your zipper that I just heard.”
“Do you have something you have to say to me?” I asked as I started stroking myself. My head fell back as images of Goldie ran through my mind.
“I’m so fucking here to submit to you, Jett. God, I want you so bad.”
“Tell me, little one. Are you naked?”
“I am.”
“How do the sheets feel against your gorgeous naked body?”
“Not as good as your hands would feel.”
“Where would you want me to touch you?”
Her breathing hitched as she said, “I would want you to play with my nipples. I swear if nipples could have blue balls, mine would have the biggest blue balls known to man. They’re just begging for your touch, for your fingers to roll them and then for your mouth to claim them.”
A tingling sensation shot up my spine from her words.
“If I was there, I would not only claim your nipples but I would bite them until you moaned my name, then my mouth would travel down your stomach until I hovered right above your pussy. From there, I would tease you with little flicks of my tongue until you were sopping wet. Tell me, little one, how wet are you now?”
Her voice was strained as she said, “So unbelievably wet.”
“Where are your fingers, little one? Are they inside, buried deep or are they just teasing that little nub of yours?”
“Teasing.”
My strokes started to pick up, envisioning her just stroking herself but never going deep enough, like I do.
“I want you to bury your fingers inside you like I would. I want to hear you moan from the pressure you put on your clit while you finger yourself.”
“I don’t know how…” she said breathlessly.
“Yes, you do, little one. Just stick two of those beautiful fingers inside you and press down on your clit with your thumb. Do this for me, little one. Please me.”
“There’s nothing I want more,” she said as she moaned out my name.
My cock twitched in my hand from the little mews coming through the phone.
“Oh…God.” She panted. “Oh fuck, Jett…”
“Are you going to come?” I asked as my release neared.
“Yes, please, may I come?”
“Pull your hand away,” I demanded, trying to stretch out my orgasm.
“What?!”
“You heard me, pull away.”
A strangled cry escaped her mouth, indicating her displeasure with my command.
“Tell me, little one, what kind of sensations are rolling around in you right now? If you do a good job describing them to me, I will let you come.”
“I’m numb.” She breathed out. “My clit is throbbing uncontrollably as my legs tingle with passion. Passion that you gave me, that you made me feel. There is a fire that built up in the pit of my stomach and if I don’t come soon I think I might combust. Fuck, if I was a guy, my erection would win a goddamn prize at a county fair. My lady balls are in your hand, Jett, please let me come.”
I didn’t hesitate because I could feel my balls tighten and my impending release start to come forth as I squeezed the tip of my cock. “You may come, little one.”
“Thank fuccccck,” she drawled out as her breathing picked up and unintelligible moans flew out of her mouth.
Hearing her come over the phone was my undoing. I leaned over and pumped my hand up and down until every last drop was out of me.
“Holy cock and balls, that was amazing,” Goldie said over the phone, making me laugh.
“It could have been better,” I breathed out.
“Well, I’ll take phone sex Jett over no sex Jett right now any day. Thank you for lending your pussy to me. I hope it had a good time.”
I laughed. “Don’t make a habit of it. I’m not very good at sharing.”
“Sharing is caring, Jethro.”
“Jethro?”
“Not your full name?”
I laughed again. “No, it’s just Jett.”
“Well, that’s boring. Are you sure it’s not Jethro or maybe Jettispher or Jettonathan.”
“You nailed it on the head, Jettonathan is my real name. How did you ever guess?” I said sarcastically.
“I’m just that good,” she said in the phone with arrogance.