I held the phone to my br**sts, muting my voice, and said softly to Jacob, “How would you like to stay absolutely quiet while I give you the blowjob of your life? One thing, though. I'm going to simultaneously describe it into my phone. Is that okay with you?”
He nodded eagerly, then whispered, “Good. Yes.”
What followed next was not as awkward as you'd think. I used one hand to hold the phone and the other one to help along the work.
As I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, I described it over the phone. I imagined Mr. Luthor Thorne in his mansion, in the bedroom where I'd rearranged his furniture. I pictured him wearing one of those custom-made dress shirts of his, maybe the one I'd worn over my na**d body when I'd pleasured myself in his walk-in closet.
My sturdy Jacob squirmed under me, but, true to his promise, he didn't make a sound. My lips and tongue made smacking sounds as I put his lovely fireman's hose in and out of my mouth, caressing all those nibbly edges with my hungry lips.
I was so into the job, in fact, that Mr. Thorne finished, with one grunt and then a moan into the phone, and I kept going, sucking on the tool in front of me, enjoying every delicious inch of it in my mouth.
“Have a good day,” Mr. Thorne said into the phone, and then he was gone.
I peeked at the screen and checked for the phone number, still sucking away on Jacob's lollipop. Weird. The number was unlisted. “Hmm,” I said, my mouth full of man meat.
The vibration of me saying Hmm was what finally put Jacob over the edge, and he bucked and jerked underneath me, f**king my mouth and filling it with his orgasm.
I squeezed his base with my hand, to help him enjoy it even more, and he glanced down to be sure I was off the phone, then he exclaimed, “Good! Yes! Pussy!”
After he finished, I tossed my head back and then laughed. “Good! Yes!” I repeated.
He sighed, trembled a little, and then called me up to lie alongside him. He kissed me sweetly on my forehead, then sat up so he could get his fingers between my legs. Jacob was usually up for two to four rounds per sleepover, so I knew he'd be good to go again in a few minutes.
Usually, I would have parted my legs and let him tickle my nub while we waited for him to get online, but I couldn't take my mind off the phone call. Mr. Luthor Thorne had my number, and that was what he did with it? Call me and treat me like a stranger, like a phone sex worker?
“Good?” Jacob said, digging his hand between my thighs, trying to get at me. “Pussy? Yes?”
I sighed. “You can talk normally now. I'm sorry I made you do that, but you were a great sport.”
“Pussy,” he said, leaning in to suck on my nipple right as his fingers made contact. My folds were wetter than expected, and his touch did feel good. I was still mad as hell at Luthor Thorne for calling me Candy, but I was also angry at myself for giving him exactly what he wanted—phone sex, no muss, no fuss, no dates or promises.
“I should go home,” I said to Jacob.
Then he did a new thing, a thing Jacob had never done before. He took his slick finger, dialed it over my nub, through my folds, and then down, past my regular entrance, and down to my back door. “Good?” He rubbed around the area, relaxing it as he probed with one finger.
I glanced down at his member, which was almost completely at attention.
“I don't know,” I said.
“Yes?”
The tip of his finger slipped in. The sensation was unusual. I'd never had anything in there—hadn't seen how it could possibly feel good, but it did. It felt good.
I rolled over to him and kissed him on the mouth, passionately.
I draped one leg across him so he had easier access, and he kept fingering me, in both spots at once. This went on for a blissful amount of time, and I lost all track of what way was up or down, or what day it was. I forgot my own name.
He said, “Good?”
“Yes. Don't stop. Just keep doing it like that.”
His thumb was doing the most important part, working my nub, around and around, over and up and down the sides. He twirled in circles around the spot, until I was panting in his mouth, both of us sharing the same oxygen. I didn't know about him, but I was getting lightheaded, and I loved it.
I was so close, but I couldn't get quite enough pressure on my cl*t to put me over, so I straddled him and shoved his tool inside me, riding it down, inch by inch, until he was buried in me. I rocked forward and back, and got his hand rearranged so his thumb could keep doing its job.
I thought about Luthor Thorne, and how if I ever got my hands on him again, I'd make sure he never forgot me, never forgot my name.
My back broke out in a sweat and I panted some more, breathing heavily in and out of Jacob's mouth as he did the same. He moved under me, all muscle, all man, that gorgeous fireman I had at my beck and call to give me pleasure whenever I needed it. Then he started to come, moaning into my mouth, and I didn't need an invitation, because I dug my fingers into his arms, and I came with him.
The waves of pleasure washed over both of us together, and we were joined in one fantastic f**king orgasm.
It went on and on, like a gorgeous orchestra of sexual pleasure.
When it was over, I pulled away, rolled off, and went to his washroom to have a shower.
I turned on the water, got it to the perfect temperature, and stepped in.
I didn't want to be in Jacob's apartment anymore, so I made my shower quick. I was stepping out when Jacob came in to join me.
“It's all yours,” I said.
He stepped into the walk-in shower and slapped my wet butt as I walked past. “Wanna order some pizza?”
I thought about falling asleep there versus at my own comfortable place, where there were actual sheets on the bed, even if they weren't as luxurious as what Mr. Thorne had on his fancy bed.
“I have to work in the morning,” I said, lying.
“You're the best, Lexie,” he said, giving me another quick kiss on the cheek, then stretching up to wash his hair under the rainhead nozzle. “Hey, who was that on the phone, anyway?”
“Wrong number,” I said. “Really wrong.”
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BORROWED BILLIONAIRE #2