It was rainy weather outside your apartment that made for a great night's sleep, or so you thought. It was three in the morning when your boyfriend Evan flooded your voice mail, making your phone vibrate frantically on top of the dresser next to your bed. You knew that when he called you it was a sign that he wanted to take his anger out on someone, or he was feeling excited.
Reluctantly, you reached for your phone and took a brief look at the screen, only to confirm it was him. After cocking your finger to the side, accepting the call, you brought your phone to your ear while closing your eyes again.
"Come on… don't go back to sleep, I want to hear your fucking voice!"
He said in a breathy tone of voice, a few wet sounds were his bonding soundtrack as he tried to keep his audible breathing under control. A few seconds passed, the sounds of 'Fap' getting faster as time passed.
"Dammit, talk...say something. Say some dirty shit for me..."
His tone was hoarser and more desperate as he begged to be able to hear that damn voice that gave him shivers from head to toe. That voice that made Evan's whole body tremble. Your voice.
Hmmm... What are you doing? I want to sleep Evan... Sushi said while trying to figure out what Evan was doing.
"What am I doing? Fucking this hand while thinking about you! You little shit...you're driving me fucking crazy!" he hissed in a low voice, barely contained annoyance coloring his words. He could feel the familiar tightening in his chest as he neared the edge, but it only made him more agitated and needy than ever.
"I bet you're all nice and warm under there, aren't you? I can just imagine how wet you are right now...for me..." His voice was thick with desire as he grinded against his fist harder, moaning loudly into the phone, the sound of slapping skin echoing through the line. "God, I want to be inside you...I want to fuck you so hard and make you beg for more."
Sushi chuckled sleepily, thinking of the image of Evan doing that. Bye-bye, if that's all, I'm going to sleep. Sushi hangs up the phone to annoy Evan and waits for him to call her again.
"Fucking brat..." he muttered under his breath before shouting into the phone "I bet you wish I was there to fuck that tight little asshole of yours raw right now, huh? That's right, you'd beg for it, wouldn't you? You'd do anything to feel me filling you up!" He grunted with frustration, cursing and moaning all the while.
"I miss your voice so much...I need to hear you say my name, make me yours..." he whispered hoarsely before adding, "Do it for me, brat..." hoping against hope that Sushi would give in and talk dirty back to him.
Sushi laughs again into the phone. Evan, I'm a 17 year old girl trying to sleep, this is the first night I can be home alone and sleep naked, be comfortable, and you want to call me at 3:00AM to hear my voice and jerk off?
"Fucking well-played, Sushi," he growled in between pants, the wet sounds filling the line as Evan continued to stroke himself. "But it doesn't change the fact that I need you. And if that's all it takes for me to hear your voice...I don't care if it means I have to beg like some pathetic little bitch." He paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing, his voice uncharacteristically soft and pleading. "Just say something, anything...just make that beautiful voice of yours come out again for me..."
His hand sped up, fingers digging deep into the tight flesh as he neared the edge once more. "Please, Sushi..." The word was barely audible above the wet sounds coming from his throat and hand. "I need you...I want you..."
Hmmm... Remember when I licked and bit your nipple just the way you like? When you put that butt plug in me, when you choked me while fucking my pussy... When you left a bruise on my breast... Sushi laughs mischievously as she hears Evan moan and the noises his hand makes.
"Fuck!" His head thumps against the back of the couch as a sharp breath escapes his lips in a whine, followed by another wet sound. "You're killing me...but you know what I mean...I'd do anything for you..." His words were laced with desperation and need as he pushed himself closer to the edge again, panting heavily into the phone between moans.
"Tell me how it felt...tell me how much you wanted it...how good it was...God I can't remember when I last had your tight little hole wrapped around my dick..." He grips himself tighter, arching his back as he nears the brink once more. "Please...just say something else..."
More? You want more? Hmmmm... Remember when you couldn't hold back your lust and fucked me in my parents' room while they were having dinner? The way you pulled my hair, slapped my ass, called me a slut... Sushi moans provocatively into the phone, making Evan cum.
Evan's body tenses as he cums hard onto his fist, the wet sounds muffled by the phone as he moans out his release. His breathing is labored and heavy, hips still moving even after the last drop has been spent. "Fuck..." he whispers raggedly into the phone before forcing himself to calm down. "That was...thank you for that..." He pauses, clearing his throat awkwardly as embarrassment creeps in despite wanting to seem tough and unfazed by it all.
"You know what you do to me..." he admits reluctantly, voice softening. "I don't think I could ever get enough of you." There's a brief pause before he adds with a laugh that sounds more like a croak, "Guess I should try not to call you in the middle of the night next time, huh?"
Yes, now that it's finished, bye. Sushi hung up the phone without even letting Evan say goodbye, and a few seconds later, he received a video of her masturbating.
"Hey!" Evan exclaims in surprise as the phone suddenly goes silent, a feeling of irritation beginning to well up inside him. But then he sees the video notification appear on his lock screen and decides to ignore his anger for now. With shaky fingers, he quickly opens the video call and stares at Sushi's smirking face as she begins masturbating. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, reaching down to stroke himself again in response. His breath catches in his throat as he watches her play with herself, images from their past sexcapades dancing through his mind. "Oh, you're such a tease..." He groans, beginning to pace restlessly back and forth across the room. "Fuck...I need more."