It’s 6:15pm and my phone rings again. I hurry to finish up so I can leave and talk to Merritt. I don’t dare answer it now; ‘cause he’ll distract me and make me blush a shade of red I really don’t want anyone here to see.

“Night, Quinn,” my boss says walking out.

“Night,” I tell him and pack up my bag. Merritt calls me again, and I finally answer it, walking out.

“It’s 6:16, my dick is not happy with you right now.” I giggle and tell him, “Hello to you too.”

“Don’t be all nice and proper, this isn’t about a friendly exchange of words; this is about sex, baby.”

The elevator dings as it arrives on my floor and he says to me in an aggravated tone, “Are you still at work?”

“Maybe.” I push the lobby button and begin my ride down. He goes quiet and then my phone buzzes with a text. I look at the screen and see he sent me a picture.

Opening it up as I walk out into the bitter, cold night, I gasp at the sight of his rock hard dick, being clenched in the palm of his hand.

“Merritt?” I scold him.

“What? We had a date, and you’re late. So you better walk home super fucking fast.”

“I am.”

“But be safe, beautiful.”

I smile loving how he’s always looking out for me. “I miss you,” I tell him.

“Me too. How was your day?”

“Busy, but it flew by and kept my mind off you.”

“I wish I could say the same. I couldn’t shake you from my thoughts and then those pictures.”

“Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

“No, don’t apologize. I love them. You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”

Walking into my building, I have the biggest grin on my face. He always says the right things. “Thank you for saying that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“God, I wish I was there to fuck you.”

“I wish that too.” Opening the door to my condo, I can’t help but feel like maybe he’s lying and he’s here. He did say that if I didn’t stop with the pictures he was gonna fly out here, so it might have spurred me to snap a ton of them and flood his phone all day with them.

But looking around, my place is dark and quiet. Closing the door, I press my back to it, tears suddenly pricking the backs of my eyes. “You home yet?”

“Yeah, I just walked in.”

“Good! Get naked and text me a pic.”

Letting my coat and bag fall to the floor, I step out of my shoes and don’t know why I’m suddenly so damn emotional.

“Jesus, I’m hard for you.” Keeping my emotions in check because I don’t want him to think I’m crazy, I strip naked. “Where are you?” he asks me.

“In the living room. You?”

“I’m in my bed, imagining your soft lips around the head of my cock.”

Closing my eyes, I imagine that I’m there too. I can feel him inside my mouth; his hardness makes me so wet. Dragging my hand down my body, I spread open my pussy lips and gently rub small circles over my clit.

“God, you taste good,” I tell him.

“You like me stuffing your mouth full?”

“Uh huh.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“I am.”

“Send me a picture.”

I snap one of my body and send it to him. He groans when it comes through. “Finger yourself and imagine I’m inside you.”

“Keep talking.”

“I’m going to fuck you, okay?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Can you feel the head of my dick as I rub it all over your sloppy pussy?”

“Uh huh.”

“Do you want me inside you?”

“Please, I want you inside me now.”

“I’m gonna go slow so you can feel every inch of me, okay?”

And with those words I sink two fingers inside of myself, moaning from the fullness. “That’s it, take all of me like a good girl.”

“Fuck,” I cry out, fingering myself in a way I never have before.

“You’re dirty, aren’t you?” he asks me.

“I am.”

“You like being fucked?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good, now slip your pinky into your ass. I’m gonna fuck it hard this weekend.”

I stop for a moment, never having had anal sex before, but Merritt has me so horny right now that I listen to him and as I use my pinky, a sensation reverberates from deep within my body. “Oh, God,” I cry out, stroking myself and he says to me, “Are you close?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now go faster and come hard.”

My body is smashed down into my couch; my legs spread wide, and my fingers have me so close to letting go, but I fight it, the sensation of teetering on the edge is so good.

Then he grunts fiercely, obviously coming and that’s my undoing. I shake from head to toe, screaming for mercy, for him to stop, to give me a break. “Yes, baby, let go,” he orders me, and once my body settles, I realize it was me all along. His smooth voice coaxed me on, but I was in control and could’ve stopped. Removing my fingers from inside myself, I scoot up and pull a blanket from over the back of the couch and cover up my naked body.

“God, that was good. You’re so sexy.”

“It was. Thank you.”

“Of course. So you gonna let me fuck your ass this weekend?”

“Maybe. Will it hurt?”

“Well, that’s up to you. If you try hard enough, you can always find pleasure in the pain.”

“Would it make you happy?”

“It would. I want to have you in every way imaginable.”

His statement echoes deep within me. I love the raw honesty that he always shares with me. He’s never tried to hide it, and I admire that.