“Yeah.” He sighed. “The menu said it was spaghetti and meatballs, but it tasted like something from a can. Nothing like yours, babe.”
“I knew it,” I teased. “You only love me for my cooking.”
“Among other things.” He chuckled. “Hey, it wasn’t easy to find someone who looks as good as you and who can cook as good as my Mom.”
A blush warmed my cheeks. Other men had told me I looked good, but that was my job, and it had never meant as much to me. I glanced at the clock I’d placed on the mantel. It was a little before ten, but with the two hour time difference, that made it only about eight in St. Paul. “Uh…Wills…”
“Yeah?”
“Where are you?”
“I told you. I’m in—”
“No. I mean…are you in your hotel room?”
“Yeah. I am.”
I put my feet up on the coffee table, making myself comfortable. “Where are you in your hotel room?”
“Ah.” There was a smile in his voice. “I’m lying on the bed.”
“What are you wearing?”
“I just got in. I took off my jacket and my shoes, but otherwise I’m still dressed.”
“Would you…would you take off your clothes?”
“Hold on, I’m putting my phone on speaker.”
Smart boy. Why hadn’t I thought of that myself? I pressed the button and heard the slither of his tie as he pulled it out of his collar.
”Okay, and I’m unbuttoning my shirt now.”
“Are you wearing an undershirt?”
“Yeah. It’s cold here, and I need all the layers I can get.”
“Take them all off.”
“Just give me a second. I want to turn the heat up.”
“I’ll turn it up, babe.”
“You already have.”
I closed my eyes and pictured his lips parting, his tongue slipping out to touch his lip.
The sound of clothing rustling came over the line, and I licked my own lips, the image of my lover reaching for the hem of his undershirt to pull it off over his head unfolding behind my eyelids.
I lowered my fly, eased my shorts and trousers over my ass and down my legs, and freed my cock. The warm air of the room flowed over it. With my eyes closed, the feeling was intensified.
Wills came back on the line. “Okay. My shirt and undershirt are off.”
“Are your nipples hard?”
“Yeah, and getting harder. So is my cock. It’s pushing against my pants. Just the thought of you—” His voice was a little hoarse.
“Unzip your fly.” In the silence that followed, I could hear him following my instructions.
“What now, babe?”
“Did you take off your pants?” I reached for my cock, rubbing the spot under the crown that always got me going. I’d have liked it better if Wills was here touching me, but I’d take what I could get.
“Just about to.”
“Good. Are you wearing the boxer briefs I gave you? Take them off too. I want you naked.” I opened my eyes. The head of my cock had emerged from the foreskin, and the tip was slick with precome.
“I have to—”
“Stay as close to the phone as you can. I want to hear you.” I ran my thumb over the slit and spread the moisture.
His breathing was becoming raspy. “Okay. I’ve…”
“Are your socks still on?”
“No. If I’d worn the white ones…” He knew how turned on I got when he wore those.
“Never mind. Dark socks are too much like cheesy porn. Lie down on the bed. Spread your legs. Tell me what your cock looks like.”
“Hard. Red. Shiny with precome. God, it’s dripping down my shaft. I want you so badly…The vein underneath is bulging. I’ve pulled my cock back so I can see it.”
“You gonna try to catch it in your mouth when you come?” My cock twitched at the idea. The first time he’d jerked himself off with me watching and running my fingertips over his thighs, his mouth had been opened wide as he’d gasped for breath, and although it had been unintentional, he’d gotten a mouthful.
“If I don’t hit myself in the eye this time.” He’d done that once, unintentionally, too.
I couldn’t laugh; I was too close to the edge.
I wanted to hear him jerk off, wanted to hear the slick sounds as he fisted his cock, wanted to hear his moans and whimpers and the hitch in his voice as he came closer and closer to climaxing.
I wanted him here with me. “Did you bring lube with you?” I circled my cock, pulled on it with long, languorous strokes.
“No, but the hotel provides hand lotion. Hold on a second. My cock is leading the way to the bathroom. Okay, here it is. Hmm. Looks like I’m gonna wind up smelling like roses doused with come—”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not when I’ve got you at the other end of the line. Besides, I’ll take a shower after my brains settle back in my skull.”