Afterwards, Alec drove me back to my apartment. We kissed in his car, and he tasted like champagne.
I said goodbye without inviting him up. Sure, I was a bit horny since it’d been a while — the last time I’d had sex was over a month ago, with Jordan — but I had to be patient. I couldn’t let Alec think I was too easy.
Once home, I showered and got into my silk pyjamas. I climbed into bed, and checked my phone, and to my surprise, I saw I’d missed a call from Jordan.
My heart started to race. He’d left a voicemail, and it wasn’t the short kind either. It was almost five minutes long.
He’d never left me a voice message before. Had it been an accident?
I pressed on the voicemail out of curiosity.
“Ella. Call me back.” He sound unusually annoyed. There was a long silence, and then he sighed. “I, uh….shit,” he muttered, apparently to himself. “I saw you at the park today,” he said. “With a guy. I’m assuming that’s the guy you’re dating? You were having a picnic. How fucking romantic.
“Listen, I know it’s none of my business, and you’re probably going to get pissed at me for saying this, but…you could do way better than him. He looks like a fucking loser.”
What does he know?I thought, clenching my fists.
“But what do I know, right?” he said. “I don’t know anything about him. Maybe he’s great. I’m just being fucking jealous. I’m gonna regret this voicemail. You’re gonna block me, and I would have deserved it.” He laughed, but there was no humour in it. “Ella,” he said, tone changing. He sounded serious and almost…pleading. “I need to see you again.” There was a long pause. “I miss the taste of your cunt.”
My lips parted. Had I heard him right?
He continued, voice low. “I miss the way you felt around my cock. So tight and hot and wet…” he groaned, and the sound of it made me involuntarily clench my thighs.
No. He couldn’t be turning me on right now.
“You were such a good girl for me,” he said. “You’d back up on it. You were so desperate and whiny. And your moans...” he sighed, and I heard something rustle in the background. It sounded like clothing. “Sorry,” he said. “I know I should hangup. I know you don’t want to hear this…hear me jerk off to the thought of you. But you need to know…you need to know how serious I am. I need to see you again.” He let out a low sigh.
My eyes widened at the noise. Was he touching himself?
“Who’s the fucking loser now?” He continued, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “I know it’s pathetic, stroking myself to the memory of you. I know that I should just let you go and find some other fuck buddy. That’s what you want me to do, isn’t it, Ella?
“But I can’t. I just can’t stop thinking about you. You were such a good slut. That was the best part about you. Youlovedfucking me. You used to suck my cock like you were starving for my cum. You told me what you wanted, and you didn’t hold back. It was so hot, watching you enjoy yourself.”
He trailed off, and the background noise grew louder. I heard the slightly wet noise of him stroking himself. He must’ve lubed his cock up with something. It would be all shiny and slippery, the head a deep red…
Instinctively, I slid a hand down the front of my underwear. No one would ever have to know, I told myself. Not Alec. Definitely not Jordan. If he ever asked me, I’d say that I deleted the voice message without listening to it.
Maybe I should have tried to resist, but I was so horny. I needed to pleasure myself.
When my fingers brushed my sensitive pussy, it was already wet. I got my fingers slick up with my juices and grazed my clit. Electricity shot through my entire body.
Oh god.
On the voice message, Jordan was breathing heavily. I loved the sound of him panting. He’d get like that when I gave him head.
“I wish I could fuck you right now,” he murmured. “I wish I could rub my cockhead against your pretty little pussy.”
I gasped, and, with my free hand, swiped through my phone. The voice message kept playing, but I pulled up his dick pick. I stared at that thick, throbbing cock, and imagined him sliding it against my slit. He always loved to tease me right before sex.
“I’d tap it against your clit. You loved it when I did that, didn’t you?” He groaned, the noise of him stroking himself growing faster. “Baby, I need it. I need to burrow myself into you. No one else feels like you. It has to be you. It’s like your pussy was made for me.”
I started rubbing my clit faster, remembering the way he filled me up.
“You felt so fucking good, Ella. Oh shit. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum just thinking of fucking you. I’m down bad, huh? Whatever. I don’t care. You know why, baby?”
He groaned.
“Because if you’re the slut I know you are, then you’re playing with yourself right now.”
