Chapter Seven
Ashton
Fuck my life. Fuck my life. FUCK MY LIFE!
The last few days had been odd. I spent most of my time in my room hiding from O’Shea and not coming out until I heard him leave for work. We were supposed to go to the arcade on Friday, but after what happened, I couldn’t even bring myself to stand in his presence without blushing my ass off. Maybe my dream was a premonition instead of a nightmare. What are the fucking odds that the person who made me feel something sexually was that cocky asshole?! Never mind the fact that he'd probably watched me masturbate the whole time.
I had no idea what I was going to do. I needed to work, but I was damn near terrified of him calling again. Seeing him standing in my doorway and hearing his voice both in my room and on my end of the phone was the most bizarre thing I’d ever experienced. Did he know about this beforehand? Probably not. Had he known, I’m pretty sure he would’ve let me know about it.
Goosebumps had rose on my skin when he got closed to me, his husky voice dancing along my nerve endings. He’d asked me if I’d really wanted him to do everything he’d said he’d do and I damn near had to bite my tongue to keep from confirming. My body screamed for me to say whatever word it took to see if he was all talk or if he could make me scream just as loud as the woman he brought over on his first night here. But my brain scolded me, reminding me that I wasn’t the type of person to have meaningless sex with someone I barely knew. Steve was the only man I’d been with sexually; how would it make me look to sleep with someone only knowing them for a few days when it took me a couple of months to sleep with Steve after we’d started dating?
I put my head in my hands with a groan. Why was this situation becoming so complicated? Grabbing my phone, I called Alex.
“What’s cooking, good looking?” she said upon answering.
“Hold on, I’m going to add Ava to the call. I’m having a crisis,” I said. I quickly added Ava to the call and waited for her to answer.
“Hello?” Ava said.
“Hey, I have Alex on the line, too,” I said. “I have a problem.”
“What’s up?” Alex said.
“You guys remember when I was texting you about that guy who calls my phone line? The sexy one?”
“Yeah, what about him? Is he married or a creep or something?” Ava asked.
I groaned. “No, it’s even worse than that.”
“Is he in prison?” Alex asked.
“No!” I paused and took a deep breath. “It turned out to actually be O’Shea.”
“O’Shea?” Alex shrieked. “You mean your fucking roommate?”
“Yes! Can you fucking believe it? What are the odds of that happening?”
“Holy shit. So did you guys bang then?”
“What? No, Alex!”
“Then what happened?” Ava asked. I told them the whole horrifying story, excluding the mini conversation we had after the phone call was over. His lustful gaze was still vivid in my memory, as if he was ready to pounce on me the moment I told him yes. I noticed his erection in the shorts he wore and was relieved when the phone had rang again, giving me a reason to send him on his way. Alex’s laugh brought me back to the conversation.
“I totally would’ve fucked him. You’re insane for not doing so,” she said and laughed.
I sighed. “The man had only been my roommate all of two days at that point. Sleeping with him would do nothing but complicate our living situation.”
“Friends with benefits never hurt anyone,” Alex said.
“And maybe it would help you to really get over Steve,” Ava added.
“Really Ava? I expected that to come from Alex, but now you’re even against me,” I whined.
“Hey, he really is hot though,” Ava commented.
“He is. I mean what’s the worst that could happen really? No one said you had to date him. Plus, you even admitted that you liked how the Avery guy made you feel. Why is it so different now that you know Avery is actually O’Shea?””
“Because…” I hesitated. “I mean…it’s him. He’s such a cocky asshole and he gets under my skin every chance he gets.”
“It seems like he does something else to your skin as well,” Alex said and snickered.
“Oh shut up,” I said, my cheeks warming.
“Well, you’re going to have to talk to him about it at some point. You can’t just hide out in your room forever to avoid him,” Ava said. I sighed.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “I’ll probably talk to him tonight.”
“Make sure you talk with your words and not your genitals!” Alex teased.
“Oh my god, Alex. I’ll talk to you guys later,” I said.
“Let us know how it goes! Good luck!” Ava said. I hung up and ran a hand through my hair. How did you even start a conversation like that? I did know one thing; life must be having a field day by fucking with me like this.
When I walked out into the living room, I was shocked to see that he was sitting on the couch watching television. “What are you doing here?” I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.
He looked at me with a raised brow. “Was I kicked out without warning? I thought I still lived here,” he said, his voice flat. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and shifted my weight from foot to foot, nervous under his heated gaze.
“No, sorry. I mean I thought you were at work.”
He shook his head. “I was off today, which you would know had you not spent the last few days avoiding me,” he said, turning back to the television.
“What did you expect me to do? What happened the other day isn’t some normal event that you just brush off,” I said. After a moment, I added, “Did you already know?”
He looked at me. “Know what?”
My gaze fell to the floor as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. “That you’d been talking to me.”
“Are you asking did I know before I moved in? Because no, I didn’t know it was you before moving in here if you’re worried that I’m some stalker who found you,” he said with a smirk.
“Then how did you find out?”
“I heard you when I was going to my room. And to confirm that it was indeed you, I called you and low and behold, it was your ass. Ms. Don’t-Call-Me-Anything-But-Ashton was the sexy phone sex operator Natasha, also known as sex kitten.”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Well, in the future, it’s probably best that you don’t call my line now that we’re aware of each other,” I said.
He scoffed. “And why the hell not? I like when you talk dirty to me,” he said, the lustful gleam appearing back in his eyes.
“It could complicate our living situation.”
“Complicate it? Oh honey, I haven’t fucked you yet. That may complicate things considering you’ll become addicted, but phone sex is harmless,” he said and winked.
I frowned. “You’ll only fuck me in your dreams, you asshole. Sex with you is the least of my concerns.”
“Oh yeah? You confident enough to bet on it?” he asked, a wicked grin forming on his lips.
“I’m not making a stupid bet,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
“Aww. It’s okay if you’re scared, love,” he said, nodding his head sympathetically.
I rolled my eyes. “No one’s scared of anything.”
“Then if you’re confident that I won’t have you screaming my name in a week’s time, let’s bet on it,” he said and smiled. I pursed my lips and stared at him for a good while. To be honest, I was a little nervous. If I did decide to make this bet with him, I wouldn’t doubt that he’d do everything in his power to win. I stood a little taller.
“What’s at stake?” I asked.
He stroked the facial hair on his chin as he thought. “You win, and I’ll cook dinner for a month and never bother you about it again.”
“And if you win?”
“Well, pretty lady, having you come on my cock is a perfect reward for me,” he said as he stood and walked over to me. “Do we have a deal?”
I looked down at his outstretched hand and then looked up at him, my emotions pulling me in different directions. My mind screamed for me to slap his hand away and walk away from such an absurd idea, but my body and neglected core begged me to go for it. Not that I planned to lose, but it definitely wouldn’t hurt to see what he was really about in bed. But for now, I’d entertain his little bet, win it, and figure out what to do afterwards.
“Okay, deal. And I want to add nightly foot rubs if you lose,” I said with a smirk. He chuckled as he shook my hand.
“As if that would be a problem,” he said. “Well, good luck, sex kitten. You’ll need it.”
∞∞∞
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies, this is Natasha. What’s your fantasy tonight?” I said later on that evening as I worked.
“Hmm…wondering what your O face will look like when I win our bet,” the caller said. I smirked and rolled my eyes.
“Oh, fuck off, O’Shea, and stop calling,” I said, unable to stop the giggle that came from my lips.
“What? I’m a paying customer like everyone else! I want to hear my sex kitten talk dirty to me.”
“You know this is weird, right?”
“I don’t think it is.”
“You don’t think it’s weird to have phone sex with someone a few feet from you?”
“It’s only weird because you know who I am. You sure as hell didn’t have a problem moaning for me before, now did you, my little sex kitten?”
“Stop calling me sex kitten.”
“Aww come on, don’t be a poor sport. Now I paid for fifteen minutes, so I don’t want to waste it listening to you fuss about a name,” he said, his voice lowering. “So tell me, darling, when you were on the phone with your friends the other day, you said you had a dream about me. Tell me about it.”
My cheeks burned. Of course that asshole was eavesdropping on my conversation, just as he was a few days ago when he was outside my bedroom door.
“It’s not important. Plus, I don’t really remember,” I stammered. He let out a low chuckle.
“You’re not good at lying. Just tell me,” he murmured. I sat down on the edge of my bed, biting the inside of my cheek.
“Um…” I started and then shook my head. “I can’t. It’s silly.”
“I don’t think it would be silly. Well, unless you were just imagining me in my underwear or some shit,” he said and laughed. I smiled, trying to will away the nervous jitters I felt. If it hadn’t been him, I probably would’ve been able to tell this story to Avery with no hesitation. I wouldn’t feel judged or have to worry about what was going on through O’Shea’s mind every time I laid eyes on him.
“Well, it was a dream of us basically being on a honeymoon,” I mentioned.
“A honeymoon?”
“I know, it’s ridiculous,” I said.
“No, no, no. Keep going. What else happens?”
“Um, we were in this beautiful hotel room but most of my dream was dark because I was wearing a blindfold.”
“Hmm…I’ll have to keep the blindfold in mind for when I win the bet. But go on.”
“You’re not winning the bet.”
“So you say,” he said and snickered. “Anyway, carry on.”
“And you fucked me over and over, making me come multiple times until my body was weak.”
“That sounds sexy as fuck,” he said, his tone low and thick with lust. “I already told you the moment you give me the word, I’ll give you what I know you want.”
I shook my head as I rolled my eyes. “What makes you so sure I want it?”
“I told you I can read body language. You wouldn’t be so uptight if you were being fucked properly.”
I supposed that was true. Even before the break up, Steve and I hadn’t slept together in months, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to. He was always too tired or not in the mood to be bothered anytime I’d try to initiate sex. That should’ve been a sign that he was seeing or getting it from someone else, but I was so naive and deeply in love that I disregarded everything the universe presented to me.
“I’ve been managing quite fine, thank you,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“That’s too bad,” he said. “It’s already taking everything in me to stay in my room instead of coming into yours right now. I’m already imagining how good you taste. Can’t wait to see that soft, creamy skin of yours flush with heat when I have your clit in my mouth, savoring every drop that wet little pussy gives me.”
I squeezed my legs together as tight as I could and took a deep breath. He sure was laying it on thick to win this bet. Then again, this was still supposed to be phone sex and I had to give him what he paid for. I cleared my throat.
“Just so you know, this phone conversation doesn’t count toward the bet,” I stated.
He snickered. “Why would it count, sweetheart? Nothing counts unless I’m balls deep inside of you with your legs wrapped around my waist. So you’re safe…for now.”
“So you say,” I answered. The five-minute warning sounded and there was a slight pause before O’Shea spoke.
“I just bought some more time. No more small talk. I want you to come for me.”
“What?” I stammered.
“Exactly what I just said.”
“But…I don’t know if I can do that now,” I said, my voice small. “I already feel weird that you're still calling me.”
“Okay then.” He paused for a minute. “Then I’ll come for you.”
“What?”
“Are you hard of hearing this evening?” he asked with a chuckle.
“No, I just…why?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I won’t hide the fact that I want you, Ashton, long before I found out you were a phone sex operator,” he stated softly. I swallowed hard. “But yeah, tonight I’m going to come for you. I even left my door cracked in case you’re curious.”
“I'm not,” I blurted, though that was a lie. My core clenched with need at the thought that he was only a few feet away, masturbating at the thought of me. Desire washed over me, but I did my best to block it out. The bet hadn't even been in effect for six hours and I refused to cave this early. I knew exactly what he was trying to do and I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. For now, I'll play his little game, but I needed the upper hand.
“Too bad. If only you could see how hard I am right now. Nine hard inches throbbing and ready to fill that tight pussy of yours,” he murmured.
“Oh, is it?” I asked with a smirk, lying back on my bed. Despite how weird I felt, I still had to stay in character and treat him as if he was a regular caller. Well, treat him as if I thought he was still Avery. “Then that is too bad. My pussy has been craving some inches lately. It’s getting wet at the mention of it.”
“I already told you that you only have to say the word and it’s yours,” he replied, his tone almost a whisper. I giggled.
“Not when I have home cooked meals and foot massages on the line. In the meantime, I’ll just touch myself at the thought of you being deep inside me, making me come all over your hard cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell yeah,” he growled. “But we’ll see how much you can really take when the time comes. It’s easy to say you can handle nine inches now when you’re just talking about it.”
“You’ll be surprised,” I said. I thought about his cracked room door, debating with myself whether or not I wanted to take a peek. He obviously wouldn’t exaggerate on his size if he dared me to come watch him, but maybe he only did so because he didn’t believe I’d do it? I stood and walked over to my door, hesitating as my hand reached out toward the knob. Was I sure I wanted to do this? Would seeing him in his sexual element cause me to crack when my resistance was already so fragile? Just a quick peek and that’s it, I told myself, opening my room door a little. Just as he said, his bedroom door was cracked just a bit, but I was too far away to see anything.
“Fuck, this feels good,” he groaned. “But it would feel even better if it were you.”
“I know it would. Just imagine my tongue licking up your shaft before putting you into my mouth, sucking you slowly,” I breathed, moving closer to his door. He finally came into view, though I could only see his lower body as he was lying across the bed, his feet on the floor.
“Definitely can’t wait to see those sexy lips wrapped around my cock,” he whispered. His hand moved quickly along his hardened cock, making my stomach tighten with desire. A tingling sensation settled down at my core as I watched him, becoming so turned on that I found myself walking closer to his door.
“Don’t stop, baby,” I murmured, my heart racing in my chest.
He stroked a little slower at the sound of my words. Had he heard me? “Tell me what you’d do to me right now,” he said, his voice filled with lust and desire.
“I wouldn’t even know where to start. I’m so wet right now that I could just straddle you and ride you until we both come, but I’d have a strong desire to taste you first,” I answered honestly, unable to take my eyes away from him.
“I like the sound of that. But tell me, sex kitten…what’s stopping you from taking the final few steps and just coming in for a closer view?”
I took a step back. “I was only curious,” I managed to get out as my throat went dry. Before I could even blink, he’d crossed over and opened the door, standing before me naked from the waist down. He stared at me for a few moments before walking the few steps separating us and devouring my mouth, his strong hands holding the sides of my face. An involuntary moan slipped from my lips at the amount of passion behind his kiss. He lit my body on fire and my grip on my resistance failed me with each passing second. One of his hands moved down along the curve of my body, reaching back to firmly grip my ass.
“Just as soft as I thought,” he said in between kisses. My mind screamed for me to stop him, but I pressed my body into him instead, eager to feel his touch on my heated skin. His eyes looked for confirmation as his fingers traced along the waistband of my leggings. Words were stuck in my throat as I looked up at him, hoping the lust I felt showed in my eyes. He pulled the leggings down to my knees, moved my thong aside, and ran two fingers up and down my slick core, causing me to shiver.
“Look at that,” he murmured into my neck before kissing it. “You’re soaking wet for me.” He pushed my feet apart slightly with his foot, moving me back until he had me pinned against the wall. My body buzzed with excitement when I felt his erection against me. He kissed me again as his fingers found my clit, stroking it gently. Feeling bold, I reached out and grabbed his erection, stroking his hardness in my hand. Satisfaction filled me when he growled, but he pulled away from my touch.
“Sorry,” I blurted, suddenly feeling embarrassed. What the hell were we doing? He was half naked and I’m standing here with my leggings around my knees with this man’s hand in my panties. This whole time I thought I’d be able to last, but this man led me into temptation that I wasn’t even sure I wanted to resist anymore.
He held my gaze as he slipped two fingers inside of me. A small gasp escaped my lips as he moved his hands, pumping his fingers quicker inside me. I dropped the phone on the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck, locking our lips together once again.
“Let me know if you want me to stop,” he whispered upon my lips. I almost laughed. We were in way too deep to stop at this point.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, squeezing his biceps as pleasure overwhelmed my body.
His eyes darkened as he looked at me. “You said you’ve been managing just fine, but this greedy pussy of your says otherwise,” he mentioned, a wicked grin on his lips. “I feel how tight you’re squeezing my fingers, desperate for an orgasm. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you come?”
“Please,” I whimpered. He bit his lip.
“It’s so fucking sexy when you beg,” he growled. He pumped his fingers faster as I bucked against his hand, feeling myself getting closer to the delicious orgasm I sought. The palm of his hand slapped my clit as he thrust his fingers inside of me, chills rolling down my spine.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, fisting his tank top in my hands.
“Come for me, Ashton,” he murmured, planting kisses along my neck. My body jerked against his hand, my mouth open but unable to scream as I crested over the edge. It was as if the world exploded behind my eyes, pleasure overwhelming my senses as he continued to stroke me through my orgasm.
“Fuck!” I finally screamed, frantically bucking my hips against his hand. He finally slowed down to a stop, leaving me trembling and panting before him.
“On a normal occasion, this would only be the beginning. But for tonight, this is only a sliver of what you’d get when you spend the night with me. All you have to do is say the word when you’re ready. There’s more where this orgasm came from,” he whispered in my ear. He removed his hand from my panties, his gaze holding mine as he put his fingers into his mouth, removing the traces of my orgasm.
“Holy shit,” I whispered in awe.
He smiled and licked his lips. “Now I’m even more anxious to taste you,” he said and kissed me on the forehead. “Until then, I’m going to say goodnight while I’m able to control myself.” And then he walked away and went back into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and leaving me in the hallway feeling confused, horny, and in a daze.
My phone rang on the floor indicating another call coming through, but I couldn’t even process what to do next. I slowly fixed my leggings, grabbed the phone from the floor, and made my way back to my own room on shaky legs.
What the hell just happened?!