Hardwood - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,54
balls.” Every new want—no need—that I voice makes my balls tighten and my breaths come faster.
“Jesus, you’re good at dirty talk,” Watson moans.
I grip my phone tighter, jerking myself faster. My toes curl against the bed, my muscles tensing and my skin heating. “I want you inside me, stretching me, filling me, fucking me. And after you finish and your cum is dripping out of my ass, I want to flip you over and sink inside you.” I can’t hold back, my hips jackknife as I fuck into my fist, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning out loud as my cock starts to pulse. Hot, sticky cum spurts against my stomach and trickles over my knuckles. I quietly gasp and whimper as my body twitches with the aftershocks of the orgasm that seem to go on and on.
Watson moans on the other end of the phone, his heavy, panting breaths and sounds of pleasure sending a shiver of arousal through me even as my cock starts to soften post-orgasm.
My whole body feels like Jell-O, but I manage to shove my boxers off and use them to mop up my release before tossing them in the direction of my hamper.
“I’m glad you called,” I say once I’m settled back against my pillow.
Watson chuckles, and I wish there was a way I could climb inside that warm sound and live there. “I bet.”
“Not just because of the mutual jerking off,” I clarify. “Although that was hot.”
“It was hot,” he agrees and then yawns.
It’s late on a weeknight. I know I should let him go so he can get to sleep. But I don’t want to get off the phone yet.
“Tell me about your week so far,” I prompt.
“It hasn’t been very exciting.”
“I don’t care, tell me anyway,” I insist.
I close my eyes and sink into the sound of his voice as he regales me with stories about his students and inside drama among some of the teachers. And when he’s done, I tell him all about this desperate housewife who made no attempt to hide her interest in me as I worked on the early stages of renovating her kitchen, and she watched shamelessly for hours.
“Can’t blame the poor woman,” Watson says. “If you showed up to do manual labor around my place, I would also stare shamelessly.”
“Oh yeah? I’m sure I could find some work to do around your place if that’s your kink. A little birdie told me you have a leaky sink that needs someone who’s good with their caulk,” I tease, imagining the fun we could have with a little roleplay.
“Only if you do it wearing nothing but a toolbelt.”
“Deal,” I agree with a laugh. “I…um, I came out to one of my friends this week.”
“Shut up. Why didn’t you lead with that?” he asks, sounding a lot more awake now. “How did it go? How are you feeling about it?”
“It just kind of happened. He asked if I was trying to get back together with Val, and I just couldn’t bring myself to outright lie to him about who I was seeing,” I explain. “It was easy. Honestly, it was a hell of a lot easier than lying every time the subject comes up. But there’s still Val to deal with, and I know it’s not going to be quite as simple coming out to her.”
“I’m glad it went well with your friend at least,” he says. “And you’ll tell your ex-wife when you’re ready. I don’t want you to feel rushed to do it just because we’re seeing each other.”
“No, I know,” I assure him. “I feel rushed because the conversation is long past due. I just wish I knew where to even start. What if she’s hurt that I waited so long to tell her? What if she’s pissed that I lied to her for so long? I mean, fuck, I never knew how it felt to fall for someone before, now I feel even worse that she felt all these incredible things toward me and all I ever felt was friendship.”
“Falling for someone, huh?” Watson asks, sounding a tiny bit smug and all kinds of hopeful. I want him right next to me so I can kiss him and tell him he’s kind of dumb for being surprised.
“Just a little,” I tease.
“Interesting. You’ll have to tell me more about it on our second date,” he says.
“You got it,” I agree. I hear him yawn again, and my eyes dart over