A little reckless phone sex…

Lon tugged up the skirt of her dress to cup her ass cheeks and kneaded the flesh bared by a minuscule thong. Dana didn’t consider her butt to be an erogenous zone, but his massage transmitted sharp sexual signals throughout her body. He broke off from her mouth to kiss her neck, his little nips electrifying more nerve endings.

A burst of music filled the kitchen, and Dana jumped. Lon followed her gaze to her cell phone on the counter. “Ignore it,” she murmured and tilted her head to the side so Lon could better nuzzle her neck. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the shivery sensation as he sucked gently on her skin. His body heat combined with the scent of soap, his own aroma, and the sweetness of butterscotch to envelop her in a heady aura.

The music stopped, but seconds later, the kitchen phone rang. Lon’s lips stilled on her neck. “Ignore that too,” Dana said.

He hesitated as if to speak, so Dana turned her head and kissed him. She traced the outline of his mouth with her tongue and nibbled on his lower lip.

A second ring. Why hadn’t she set her answering machine to pick up calls immediately? And who would be so insistent anyway? Roger or Katie would have left a message on her cell.

A third ring. Lon stiffened and not in a good way. “Maybe it’s important,” he said against her lips.

“In your line of work, probably. In mine, it’s only a pain in the ass.” Dana dismissed the call, then felt a pinprick of concern. Her cell had been ringing when Lon arrived. Though her twenty-year-old daughter insisted on independence, Dana worried about her. What if something had happened to Katie? Most likely, it was nothing.

A fourth ring.

With a groan, Dana slipped out of Lon’s embrace and grabbed the handset. “Hello?” she answered, trying to sound normal.

“I’ve been trying to reach you,” her boss babbled frantically.

Damnit. Dana stifled a groan. Her coworkers aptly nicknamed her boss Chicken Little. In her mind, the sky was always falling, and she required frequent handholding, in and out of the office. This wasn’t the first time she’d called Dana at home—although it counted as the worst.

Dana looked at Lon. “My boss,” she mouthed and rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. “Not important.”

Remorse crinkled his forehead. “Sorry.”

“Yes, Claire, what is it?” Dana inserted as much politeness into her tone as she could.

“I’m concerned about the press conference on Monday.” Claire’s long exhale indicated she was smoking. She always smoked when she obsessed; some days she rarely left the outdoor cigarette area at work.

“I’ve got everything under control.” Dana tried to reassure her.

Lon sidled up behind her and pressed himself to her back. Nerves fired with sexual awareness. His erection, prodding her lower spine, kindled fluttery feelings in her stomach, and teasingly, Dana swayed against him. At his urging, she’d answered this call, and now he’d have to pay the piper.

He brushed the hair off her neck and grazed her skin with his lips, his evening shadow scraping sensually. Dana closed her eyes to enjoy the tingle. Her lids flew open when he cupped her breasts and captured her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, alternating hard and soft pinches that aroused an ache in her cunt.

“We don’t need any more bad press. Why can’t the media understand that no one could prepare for a heat wave like this one?” Claire lamented.

The only heat wave Dana wanted to prepare for was the one flooding her body as Lon tugged one of the bows that held her dress together. The bodice released and drooped, baring one breast. The coolness of the air conditioner running full blast blew over her skin. But it wasn’t the chill that puckered her nipple; it was the way he plucked at the peak.

“It’s going to be—” Dana forgot what she was going to say when Lon released the other tie, and her dress slithered down her body to puddle at her feet. He hooked his thumbs into her thong and tugged the scrap down her legs, leaving her naked.

“Are you still there?” Claire asked.

“It’s going to be…uh…fine.” Dana lolled her head to the side as Lon kissed her neck, the contrasting softness of his lips with the gentle abrasion of his jaw stirring pulses in her clit. She should push him away, deal with business, and then get back to business. Except…except…he’d turned her willpower and gray matter to mush.

“It’s going to be much better than fine.” Lon’s wicked breath filled the ear not pressed to the telephone.

He abruptly released her, leaving her bereft but relieved. Maybe now she’d be able to form a coherent thought and hustle her boss off the line. The woman had the worst timing in the world.

“You reviewed the talking points I prepared,” Dana reminded Chicken Little. With every media interaction, Dana had to draft an official message and anticipate what possible questions might arise and how she planned to respond to them.

“I’m trying to think of what else might come up.”

Lon’s body heat radiated over her; then his naked, rigid cock pressed against her buttocks. Dana gasped.

“What’s wrong? What did we forget?” Claire’s voice shot up half an octave.

Lon squeezed her breast and snaked his other hand between her legs to massage her clit. Dana clamped her lips together to stifle a moan.

“Is it the aliens? Have we addressed people’s concerns about the aliens?”

A certain less-than-stable segment of the population was convinced extraterrestrials had disrupted the earth’s natural weather pattern, and were contacting the utility company to voice their fears.

“Nooooo.” Dana expelled her breath as Lon penetrated her cunt with his finger. He worked a second one into her, stretching her passage as his thumb circled her clit, setting the bud ablaze. She grabbed his wrist to still his teasing fingers even as her hips convulsively rocked against his marauding hand. His cock, oozing precum, marked a snail trail on her skin. God, she wanted him inside her. It had been so long. Her pussy spasmed.

“You don’t sound sure.”

Dana gnashed her teeth. “I’m sure. Not wise. I’ve…I’ve got it under control.”

Lon’s soft laughter kissed her ear.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Now she asks?

Her creaming sex drenched Lon’s hand and her inner thighs while his thrusting fingers made squishing noises as he finger-fucked her. Her rubbery knees threatened to buckle, and she clung to the phone as if it were her lifeline.

“I’m kind of—” Dana covered the mouthpiece as Lon grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her facedown over the kitchen counter. She gasped as her bare breasts flattened against the chilly granite.

“Lon, my God!” Dana craned her neck to gape at him as a wild excitement unfurled. This was bad. So bad. She shifted her gaze between his face and his erection. The sight of his cock, looking fucking huge, its bulbous head red and glistening, the vein along the underside pulsing, was enough to get her juices flowing, but the devilment in his eyes sucked the wind from her lungs.

He flashed a lewd grin. “Finish your call,” he said and nudged her legs apart.

Dana removed her hand from the mouthpiece. “Claire, I gotta go.”

Lon shook his head. “Finish the call,” he ordered in a whisper. “I want to eat your cunt and then fuck you while you try to keep from screaming into the phone.”

From Reckless in Moonlight

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4 Responses to A little reckless phone sex…

  1. Cara Bristol says:

    Thanks, Renee.

  2. Very nice. I’ll have to get this and read the rest!

  3. Sue says:

    she really needs caller id on her phone…

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