Holy shit. I'm hard now. So fucking hard. "Jesus Christ, tell me more."
"I'm thinking about you. Thinking about us. How good you felt inside me. And it makes me hot. Sometimes I need a release. Like now."
"Fuck me," I say under my breath. I'm shutting the door on my bedroom now and unzipping my own shorts. "Please tell me you're in your room? Please tell me you're lying on your bed?" I fucking need this visual, because things are about to go down.
"Is that where you want me to be?"
"Yes. Hell yes." I've shed my shorts and underwear and I'm lying on my bed now. Dick in hand.
"Where are you?" She's breathing harder now. It's subtle, but I hear it.
"I'm lying on my bed."
"Are you touching yourself?" Goddamn, she doesn't even sound timid.
I sigh, because, yes, I'm doing a lot more than touching.
"Gus, I want you to feel how wet I am."
"Scout, you're fucking killing me here." Who knew this girl had such a naughty side?
"I'm ready for you."
"What do you want me to do you?" I'm into this little fantasy one hundred and ten percent.
I hear the doorbell ring, but there's no fucking way I'm pulling myself away from this. I'm the only one here and whoever's at the door is just going to have to fuck off for now. Phone sex trumps visitors.
"You didn't answer me, Scout. I need instruction."
The doorbell rings again.
I'm hanging on her answer while I'm focused on the ecstasy that's taking place firmly in my hand. I'm about to blow my load at any moment and I don't even care about the mess I'll have to clean up because I'm not putting this phone down to reach for my underwear on the floor.
The doorbell rings again.
I yell, "Jesus fucking Christ! I'm about to cum here; go away!"
"Are you talking to me?" she asks, though she doesn't sound offended, she still sounds horny as hell.
"You? God no. There's someone ringing the doorbell and they won't go away. I guess they don't realize I'm in the middle of jerking off to a sexy woman on the phone right now."
"Answer the door, Gus." That sounded forceful.
No fucking way. "Fuck no. Keep talking."
"Listen to me. I've been driving for two and half hours. I've been thinking about you all day. I've been thinking about sex with you all day. I'm so horny I can't process a coherent thought outside of what I want you to do to me. I'm wearing a dress and I already took my panties off in the car and put them in my purse. Please let me in before I masturbate on your doorstep."
I pause, but only for a second, before I end the call, leap out of bed, and streak to the front door naked. After fumbling with the locks, because my hands aren't getting the messages my brain's sending them because it's too focused on sex, I fling the door open. And sonofabitch, there she is. She's standing on my doorstep in a sleeveless, little black dress with her purse in one hand and a giant Ziploc bag of peanut butter cookies in the other hand. She looks good enough to eat. I just might. "Nice dress. You look incredible," I say, staring at her bare shoulders.
"Thanks." She's staring at my package and grinning. She raises the bag of cookies without taking her eyes off my junk. "I brought cookies."
I reach up and take the bag out of her hand. "Thanks, Girl Scout." And then I reach for her other hand. "You should probably come inside and let me ravage you before one of the neighbors catches sight of my boner and calls in the cops for indecent exposure."
She steps in without hesitation.
As soon as the door shuts, she drops her purse and I drop the cookies. My lips are on hers or hers are on mine, I'm not sure which happens first. Our frantic movements are feverish and rushed. I can't get enough of her mouth, these lips.
"I missed you," I say between kisses.
Her fingers are raking my back. "I missed you, too. So much."
I start gathering the bottom of her dress in one hand, inching it up while my other hand cups her breast. She's not wearing a bra and her nipple's already hard when I squeeze it through the fabric. When my hand meets skin underneath her dress, I smile against her lips. "Your panties really are in your purse."
She nods. "I thought it would save time."
I grab her thighs and lift her up onto the small table behind her next to the door. Pushing the material up and out of the way, I'm looking at her spread wide open before me. "Are you on the pill?"
She nods.
"Are you cool doing this bare? I don't have any condoms here."
She nods again.
I don't waste any time in pulling her ass to the front edge of the table and plunging into her.
A near pained gasp surges out of her and she wraps her legs around my back.
I'm holding her hips in place and pounding into her before pulling out almost completely and plunging in again. With each thrust my thighs are slamming the table against the wall. There's definitely going to be damage to the table or the wall, maybe both. The pace is punishing, but she's asking for it. "Harder, Gus."
Her mouth is on my neck, on my chest, and when she tugs at my nipple with her teeth a surge of intense pleasure runs through me. "I need you naked. Now."
She makes quick work of her dress, pulling it easily over her head. She's breathing hard with exertion and passion, and it's so fucking sexy. I slow my hips and lean down, running my tongue around her nipple before taking it in my mouth. I lightly tease the tip before sucking and pressing it to the roof of my mouth and biting down gently.