Chapter Four

 

 

Wait—what had Ryan just said? Have phone sex with him? Annie’s chest tightened up on her, and suddenly she found it difficult to breathe. He was joking, right? He couldn’t be serious. “Now you’re just messing with me, Ryan, and I don’t appreciate it.” She more than didn’t appreciate it. She started to get angry. How dare he play games about something that was so important to her? Was the idea of her being a bad girl that ridiculous to him?

“I’m completely serious, Annie.”

“Sure you are,” she scoffed. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you about my list—I knew you’d try to talk me out of it. You just need to accept that I’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“You’ve given a lot of thought to having sex with a complete stranger?” he said, his incredulity clear even across the phone line. “Really? Because the Annie I know would never do that.”

“You don’t know everything about me,” she said. “Maybe I like hot, anonymous sex.”

“Maybe you don’t know how dangerous the things on your list can be,” he said with genuine concern in his voice. “Have you thought about that, Annie? What if you hook up with some weirdo that takes advantage of you?”

“I trust my judgment,” she said, even though her belly had knotted. “I’m willing to take the risks. I need to take risks. I’m tired of masturbating myself silly,” she impulsively blurted. But she wasn’t backing down now.

“Maybe you should have told me that sooner,” he shot back. “Because, like I said, I’m willing to help out, especially because keeping you safe is the most important thing in the world to me.”

Her head was reeling. Ryan was serious. “What are you suggesting…exactly?” she asked.

“You and I are best friends, right? Friends don’t let friends stay horny, or put themselves in dangerous situations. You can stay right here in San Fran, and I can help you get the release you’re looking for. I’ll pretend to be your fantasy dude. You do have a fantasy dude, right? Someone you imagine as you get yourself off?”

Wow. Again with the masturbation talk. But she had brought it up first. Her heart pounded wildly. She had to act calm. Cool. “Of course I do.”

“Tell me his name.”

“What?”

“His name. Who is it? Do you get off to some famous actor or a rock god?”

She got off to him, but that was the last thing she’d ever confess. “Let’s just call him…Kyle.”

“Fine. I’ll pretend to be Kyle. Just imagine it’s Kyle whose voice is on the other end of the line. That it’s Kyle who wants to fuck you. And Annie…” He surprised her when he hesitated for a moment, but then he continued. "It’s okay to want to be wild sometimes. It’s okay to fantasize about it. And to let loose with someone you can trust.”

“You?” she said dumbly.

“Sure. Well, me pretending to be Kyle. But mostly you. Touching yourself is always more fun when you have a partner, don’t you think?”

“Ryan…” She paused, not knowing what else to say.

The line was silent for several seconds. “What are you wearing, Annie?” he asked, a low timbre entering his voice.

Annie flushed. Her whole body tingled. “I’m not sure I can do this…with you.”

“It’s not me you’re talking to. It’s not me you’re fantasizing about. Now close your eyes and see me. See Kyle. Tell Kyle what you’re wearing.”

She swallowed hard, gripped the phone harder, and opened her mouth to tell him. She barely stopped herself.

“Feeling shy, Annie? That’s okay. You can be shy and still be a naughty girl.”

“How?” she croaked out.

“Tell me you’re not wearing anything. Tell me your sexy body is lying naked against your soft sheets,” he said in a sexy whisper that traveled right through the phone and down her spine.

Her face was burning up, and the heat was traveling down her neck into her chest. The urge to answer him, to play, to be the bad girl, swamped her. Could she really do this?

Could she not?

She had no idea what to say. Not only was this Ryan, but she’d never had phone sex before. Even at his urging, even with him pretending to be a fantasy guy, the idea of telling him she was naked seemed overwhelming. Like she’d be exposing her entire self, including her heart and all her feelings for him, too. But if her whole goal was to get over him by transforming herself into someone more confident and naughty…

Well, phone sex would certainly count, so she had to do this.

She could say she was wearing sexy lingerie, but that seemed so predictable. She decided to go with the truth. “Let’s say I’m wearing a long, button-up nightshirt right now,” she blurted out.

“Okay,” he said, “as long as it’s just a shirt.”

She automatically giggled, then stifled it, embarrassed. Jeez, she was a nerd.

He chuckled. “It’s okay. We can have fun. This is all about having fun, right?”

Fun. Right. Good, safe, naughty fun.

Smiling to herself, she raised a brow. “What are you wearing, Ryan?”

“Huh?”

Good. She’d caught him off guard. Two can play this game. “You must have fantasies, as well.”

He was quiet again for a few seconds, and then he said, “You’re pretending I’m Kyle, right?”

“Of course,” she said, loving that she’d thrown him off balance. His insistence that she pretend he was someone else almost ruined the whole naughty phone sex vibe. Almost. “So…Kyle.” The name came out of her mouth as a purr. “Tell me what you’re wearing. Or, rather, what you’re not wearing,” she said, amazed at how smoothly the words came out of her mouth once she allowed herself to slide into the fantasy.

“I’m not naked yet, but close.”

Annie didn’t say anything. She was picturing him “almost” naked.

“Unbutton your shirt for me, Annie,” Ryan—no, Kyle—quietly said. “Unbutton it, slowly. Rub your fingers gently across your soft, pretty skin each time you undo a button.”

His voice was hypnotizing her. She realized that she was fingering the first button on her top, toying with it but not actually undoing it yet.

“What are you doing, Annie?” he said, his voice like a caress, causing goose bumps to race down both her arms.

“I’m lying in bed, listening to you.”

“Good, then really listen to me. Undo your buttons, then stroke your breasts with your fingertips and imagine it’s me touching you.”

She shivered. Slowly, she slipped one button out of its hole. “I’ve unbuttoned the top one.”

“Good. Keep going.”

“I’ve undone the next.”

“And?”

“And…my fingertips are rubbing across my breasts.” She closed her eyes, imagining it was Ryan touching her.

“Are your nipples hard?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “They’re hard,” she said, still not believing that she was doing this. With Ryan. But he wasn’t Ryan, not really. He was Ryan pretending to be someone else. That was the only way he’d ever have sex with her, but hey, she’d take it.

“Take off the shirt, Annie.”

She didn’t hesitate. She set the phone down and put it on speaker. Then she pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

“Are you naked now?” His sexy voice filled the room.

“Almost,” she said in an already breathless voice. “I still have panties on. Red lace.”

He sucked in a hissing breath. “Take them off, too. I want you naked for me.”

Annie did as he told her. The idea of him on the other end of the phone, knowing she was lying here naked, was turning her on like crazy. He sounded as turned on as she was. Did he like fantasy sex, too? Was he pretending she was someone else? He must be.

“Now, close your eyes,” he told her.

Annie laid her head back on the soft pillow and closed her eyes.

“Are they closed?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Good. Take your left hand and find the curve of your throat. Stroke it, Annie. Softly. Imagine that it’s me touching your throat, feeling your pulse.”

She moaned softly.

“That’s it, Annie. Let yourself feel me, baby.”

The sound of his voice, the picture of him in her mind, and the fact that he just called her “baby” instead of his usual “babe” made her squeeze her thighs together as warmth pooled between them.

“Slide your fingers lower. Run them across the swell of your pretty breasts. Pretend it’s me—Kyle—taunting you, threatening to dip even lower and touch your nipples.”

He could say he was the fictitious Kyle all he wanted. All she heard was Ryan. He was all she saw. All she felt.

She shivered as she complied. Her nipples ached, and she really wanted to touch them, but she was enjoying the game. She was enjoying taking his direction, so she waited.

“Slide your hand down. Graze one of your hard nipples with your palm and tell me how it feels.”

She ran the palm of her hand across her nipples, and then she pressed down and rubbed one of them in circles. The ache he stirred in her to be touched was overwhelming.

“It feels…so…good,” she said in a strangled voice.

“I’m glad, baby. I wish I could see you. Tell me what your breasts look like.”

“What?”

“Describe them for me.”

She bit her lip. “They’re on the small side…”

“I bet they’re a perfect handful. What color are your nipples? Brown? Pink?”

“A little of both,” she breathed. “Ryan…”

“Keep going, Annie. Are your nipples tight and aching for me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good. Now, tug a nipple between your fingers.”

She whimpered, prompting him to say, “Hell, yeah. I love hearing that. Use your other hand and pull on both nipples now.”

“Ah…oh…” Annie’s pussy was soaked. She wanted to touch it so bad, but he hadn’t told her to. Not yet.

"You have beautiful breasts. Just thinking about them and about you touching yourself is making me so hard, Annie.”

“Your voice…you are making me so wet,” she said in a husky whisper, feeling her need for him run slowly down between her thighs.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s good. If I was there, I’d verify that for myself. I’d feel your wetness, but I wouldn’t taste it. Not yet. I’d want to taste other places first.”

God—he was amazing with this fantasy play. Taking Kyle to the extremes. And she loved it. “Where would you touch first?”

“Behind your ears first, then I’d bury my face in your silky hair. Your hair smells so sweet and feminine.”

“I can almost feel your lips on my neck and your tongue grazing my collarbone.” She grabbed the pillow next to her and stuffed it between her thighs as he talked. She was still touching her nipples as she thought about him kissing her, and she twisted and pulled on them, feeling them grow even harder.

“I’m kissing and tasting your neck now. Grazing your skin lightly with my teeth until you’re begging me to bite down. Would you like that, Annie? Would you like me to bite your neck?”

“Yes…”

Annie closed her hand over her breast and squeezed. Another moan escaped from her throat.

“Would you like me to keep nibbling down to your breasts? Would you like to feel my lips on your nipples? How about my tongue? Would you like me to lick you? Would you let me squeeze your tits?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “I’d like that, Ryan—I mean, Kyle. I’d let you.” She almost didn’t have enough air to speak. She’d forgotten to breathe as she listened to his sexy voice drifting softly around the room.

“Does it make you wet thinking about it? Is your pussy drenched as you picture my mouth on you?”

“It’s covering my thighs.”

“Mmm, I like that. Put your hand down there, Annie. Just touch the top of your mound for me. Now, rub it slowly. Don’t touch your clit yet.”

Annie slowly rubbed her hand across her pussy. She still had the pillow between her legs, and she squeezed it tightly as she played with herself. She gasped—it felt so good that she feared she was going to come. She longed for release but at the same time she wanted to make it last so their time together didn’t end. Not yet.

“Can you smell it, Annie? Do you smell like sex, baby?”

“Yeah,” she said in a husky voice as she slid her fingers down farther, trailing them across her wet lips, gliding the moisture across her folds. She tipped her head back into the pillow and arched her back slightly. Her legs were shaking.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asked in a rasping voice.

“This call is for you, Annie,” he told her.

It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. “I am touching myself, and I’d like to have some company.”

“Tell me, Annie. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m touching myself between my legs with one hand and—and I’m so wet. I’m moving my hips against a pillow, and I’m squeezing my breast with the other. I’m twisting and pulling on my nipple.”

“Take some of that wetness between your legs and rub it around your nipples. Rub it all over, and then close your eyes again and imagine me there, licking it off. Lapping up all that sweet, creamy pussy juice.”

“Ahh!” Annie’s breaths were coming quicker, raspier. She did what he said, using her own arousal to paint around her nipples, but quickly slipped her hand back between her legs. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her fingers grazed across her hard clit, which peeked out between her swollen lips.

“You want to be fucked, don’t you? You’d love to have a thick, hard cock buried in that wet pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Tell me!”

“Yes!”

“Slip a finger inside you.”

“Ahh! Ohh!”

“Now two, Annie. Use two fingers and work them in and out—just like I’d do if I was there.”

“Oh God!”

“There you go, baby. Picture my tongue on your nipples while you’re finger-fucking yourself. Think about my mouth wrapped tight around one of them, sucking and licking furiously, while my fingers pinch and roll the other…”

“Oh no. Ryan! Oh God!”

“Fuck yourself, Annie. Rub your clit and move those sexy hips. Thrust them up off the bed.”

She did as he said. She was out of control now and couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. She was riding her own hand, pressing her pelvis against the pillow, plunging her fingers in as deep as she could get them, wildly thrashing across the bed. Her mind was blank, her body numb, and her breaths loud and gasping, until her entire body went tense—her explosion unstoppable—then her pussy began to convulse rhythmically. She rocked softly against her hand as each wave of the orgasm tore through her. Then she lay still and silent. She could hear Ryan’s harsh, unsteady breathing on the other side of the line.

“I—I came. Wow,” she said, more an expression of wonder than a statement of fact.

She expected him to laugh but he didn’t.

It made her wonder…

He’d sounded like he was into what they were doing. Not like a friend who was simply doing a favor for another friend. He hadn’t asked her to be a different person, so had he gotten off on turning her on? Turning on Annie? “Did you come, too?” she whispered.

“This call was for you,” he reminded her. “So, tell me,” he said, with a hint of tender amusement edging his words, “did you feel naughty?”

She had, she thought. It had felt incredible. Because it had been with Ryan.

She’d called his name out at the end, but he’d been pretending to be someone else. He’d explicitly told her to do the same. And that was just sad. But not as sad as the fact she wanted more.

What if he did, too? What if the reason he didn’t want her to go to Vegas was because the thought of her being with another man made him jealous? Had he been as into it as she had?

She struggled with her own cowardice, then hesitantly asked, “Do you want to come back over and show me more ways to be naughty?”

The silence on the other end of the line was palpable.

Seconds ticked by, and with each one Annie felt the throb of humiliation in her veins. Constricting her throat and mind.

“Annie…” he finally began, his voice way too hesitant.

“I mean,” she added quickly, trying to dig herself out from the pit of embarrassment she found herself in, “I said that only because I thought I could return the favor. You put yourself out for me.”

“Annie. Babe.”

She winced. She was back to being “babe,” not “baby.”

“Never mind, it was a stupid idea. Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow for my flight. I’m grateful for what you did, Ryan. It was a great way to warm up for Vegas.”

As she imagined getting on her plane tomorrow, a sudden and powerful wave of loneliness passed through her. Hurt and anger quickly followed.

He’d said all of those things to her to get her off, but he hadn’t meant any of them. Of course he hadn’t. He’d been Kyle. She was dumb for thinking otherwise.

“Annie, you can’t be serious. You’re still planning on going to Vegas? Because I just don’t understand—”

“You don’t need to understand.” She tried her best to keep her voice light, even though she was aching inside. Aching to have him. Which was the complete opposite of what being naughty was supposed to be about. “This is for me, about me. I need to prove something to myself. I need be adventurous for a change. And there isn’t anything you or anyone else can do to stop me.”

“But—”

“I’m going to sleep now. Have a good night, and I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Annie—”

“Good night, Ryan,” she said, then disconnected the call before he could hear the sobs that suddenly tore through her.