Page 22 of Sicken of the Calm
“You know, I used to think that“serious expression” was like your default expression but you have like…a wholedozen expressions, probably,” Ezra teases.
“It’s almost like I’m not a cold,dead, robot.”
“I know you’re joking but, damn,that’s hot,” Ezra says. I laugh, shaking my head.
“There’s something wrong withyou.”
“We’ll be here all day if westart onthatlist,” he says. I want to protest, but he goes on. “So,your dick. How’s it doing?”
“It was still there, the lasttime I checked.”
“Maybe you should check again.Just to make sure.”
“Pretty sure that’s unnecessary.”
“This is going terribly, youknow.”
“What isthis, exactly?”
“Phone sex.Thisis phonesex.”
“Sorry,” I laugh.
“Don’t be – I don’t think thetalk about cheese helped.”
“You never know. Some people areprobably into that.”
“Well, if that’s what you like Ican start calling you cheesecake in bed.”
“Please don’t,” I laugh, eventhough thinking about a bed being involved in anything we do makes a rush gothrough me. Silence falls, comfortable and amused, but the more it goes on, themore it charges.
“I really was thinking about youlast night,” Ezra says, softer now, the mood shifting.
“Yeah?” I say quietly.
“Yeah. You might think it’sfunny, but I was imagining how you’d feel in my mouth. Fuck, you’re so thick, Ijacked off with three fingers in my mouth, but it wasn’t enough. I almost tookmy dildo out just to suck on it,” he says, completely shameless. I’m notlaughing anymore. “I was jerking off and I was thinking of how wide my lipswould stretch to get all around you. I’d go slow, pull your foreskin back andsuck on the head. God, the way you’d taste, and the sounds you’d make, and – Ithink I’d have to pin you down, to keep you from bucking into my mouth,” hesays, his voice getting progressively deeper.
“I’d be good for you,” I say andit just – comes out. The embarrassment I feel is cut off by the groan Ezra letsout.
“You are. You’re so good for me,”he says, soft and dark, and it warms me from the inside out.
I can’t quite believe how quicklyI get hard for him, but the image of those bowed lips around my dick is toomuch.
“Ezra, please, can I…” I trailoff, but I’m not surprised that Ezra doesn’t reply, waiting for me to completethe sentence. “Can I touch myself?”
“Where?” he asks, and the steady,hard note is back in his voice. It sets me alight.
“Anywhere, anywhere.”
“Your stomach?” he says. I knowhe’s teasing me but, stupidly, I do. There’s a pause. “Fuck, you’re doing it,aren’t you?” There’s another pause, and Ezra makes a noise. “God, you’re so,so…”
I don’t know what I am, but thefact that it pleases Ezra is all I need.
“Take all your clothes off. Iwant you naked on the bed.”
“Ok, ok, I need to-”
“Put the phone on speaker.”
