“Fine. You don’t want to talk, then listen. Yeah, I was hard. But that wasn’t for her. I noticed you as soon as you walked in the club. I took one look at your curvy body and knew that I wanted you on top of me, underneath of me, any way I could have you.”
I gasp as his hard voice continues to talk dirty to me. “No more Pussy Parlor for me. There’s only one pussy I want and it’s yours. Fuck, I can already imagine it, and I want it. I’m done, Addi. From this point on, anything I do I’m going to be doing for you… and for us.”
My voice is shrill. He’s talking about my privates, and I can feel the moisture between my legs. His words, his voice, all of it is doing something to me. “But you don’t even know me.”
“I know enough. I know I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”
“That’s just sex,” I stutter, trying to make excuses of why I feel like I’m about to hyperventilate.
He laughs then. It’s deep, sexy, and gruff. “No, sweetness. I can guarantee it won’t just be sex with us. There’ll be a lot fucking more than that.”
Before I realize it, my hand is between my legs, and I stroke through my wet, hot, swollen folds. I groan and instantly bite my lip.
His voice drops an octave. “Addi,” he breathes into the phone. “Are you touching yourself?”
“No!” I all but scream. My pulse is racing, but I can’t stop. My finger flicks across my clit, and I bite my lip, barely containing my whimper.
“I know you are, sweetie. I can hear the tiny pants of your breath. You like me talking dirty to you, don’t you? But you can’t lie to me. I won’t lie to you, and you can’t lie to me. Tell me, are you touching yourself?”
“Yes,” I say just as I stroke across my clit again. I groan this time, not even trying to hide it. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I know that I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
“That’s right. Don’t stop, Addi. If I was there, I’d be right there, running my tongue through your tight snatch, lapping it all up. I wouldn’t stop until you were begging me for mercy.”
I keep rubbing. The deep tenor of his voice in my ear is pushing me on, and I couldn’t stop now if my life depended on it.
“But I need it, baby. I need you to come for me. I need to know you’re satisfied, and I want you groaning my name when you come. Do it, baby. Give me what I want.”
I want to fight it. I want to hold on to the last shred of decency I have left. I just met the man, and already I’m coming from his dirty words. So I hold fast, refusing to give in.
“No,” I breathe into the phone.
But I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “You don’t want me to have it? That’s okay, baby, because I’ll work for it. I’d push my tongue to your clit as I push my finger in and out of you. My beard is going to leave marks all on your thighs but I won’t care, because that means I’m claiming you. And that’s right, Addi. I’m claiming you because you’re mine.”
And just the thought of his scruffy beard scratching my thighs and his tongue on my most secret place does it. I come, groaning his name over and over until I’m spent and limp on my couch.
I can barely catch my breath, but it sounds like he’s having the same problem. We’re both quiet, just breathing into each other’s ears, and it’s calming to me, making me wonder if he came too.
I clench my eyes shut tight, trying to shake the thoughts from my head, but I have to know. “Did you come, Ice?”
“Fuck yeah, I came. There’s no way I could have held back hearing your sweet little whimpers when you lost control and were calling my name. I came all over my hand, baby. I got a mess, but I don’t care.”
I sit up and look at the clock on the wall, and all of a sudden it all comes clear. I’m a schoolteacher. I just met a handsome biker, and he made me come without even touching me. I’m not this person. I’m not. I don’t trust men. I’ve been the butt of fat jokes, I’ve been pranked by the jocks in high school, and my ex-boyfriend thought it would be funny to let me support his gaming addiction while he dated other women. And, well, a guy as handsome as Ice could literally have anyone he wanted, and I’m not falling for it. “Uh, look, I have to go. I have an early morning.”
He yawns into the phone. “I’d like to talk to you more, but I understand. I have an early morning too. I’ll see you tomorrow. Dream of me, baby.”
“Goodnight, Ice,” I say right before I hit the end button.
I hold my head in my hands. What am I doing? The last thing I need is to get hung up on some smooth, dirty talkin’ biker.
4
Addison
In the early morning light the next day, my embarrassment has faded, and I have to admit I’m wondering if he’s going to call or text me again.
I don’t have to wait long.
Good morning, beautiful.
I try to keep it cool and text him back. Good morning.
I dreamt of him last night. All the erotic thoughts are jumbled in my head, and I’m trying to get my head out of the gutter. I have kindergartners to teach today. Little minds to mold. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about Ice—and I mean, what kind
