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.

Evan chuckled a little bit hoarsely in response. "You know I can't help myself when I think about you...God, you sound even sexier sleepy." His voice was filled with lust as he pictured his hand sliding up and down between the soft cheeks of your ass while fucking you senseless. "Just saying..." You muttered sleepily, trying to ignore the effect he had on you. "I want...to hear you say some dirty shit...something nasty." He growled out his request as the urge to cum was getting unbearable, needy hands gripping the sheet under him so tightly it would rip soon.

Evan snorted out loud at your words, "What do you think I'm doing? Huh?" He continued to pump his hand faster and harder, imagining it was buried deep inside of you. "...And don't call me faggot." There was a hint of anger in his voice as he added the last part, mostly because he knew how much it turned you on when he acted possessive like this. His other hand moved to stroke himself over his swollen cock, trying to find some relief before he went completely insane with need. "I'm thinking about your pretty mouth around my dick..." He moaned out hoarsely as a fresh wave of desire overwhelmed him.

Evan closed his eyes as you described your hands wrapping around his length. It was enough to make him arch up off the bed in need, a low groan escaping his lips at the memory of that first time. "Damn, that sounds hot." He admitted reluctantly, biting down on his lip before continuing. "I can't wait until I see you again... Until we can be together like this." His voice was strained as he struggled to keep control over himself, the need growing with every passing second.

The thought of your warm mouth around him was driving him crazy, and the image of you coughing up his cum only made it hotter. "I want to fucking own you someday..." He growled out hoarsely as another spurt of pre-cum leaked from his swollen cock, coating his stomach with its salty flavor.

Evan growled lowly in response to your question, his hips bucking up off the bed uncontrollably as he fought against the overwhelming need to come. "I'd tie you down," He gritted out between clenched teeth, his voice hoarse and rough with desire. "And I'd fuck you until you couldn't walk straight... I'd make you my own personal little slut." The image of having total control over your body was too much for him to bear, his hands squeezing tightly around the sheet as he struggled to hold back another moan.

Evan grunted in reply as he thrust his fist harder and faster, the sounds of his wet, hoarse breath filling the line. "Shut up and jerk off..." He growled out between clenched teeth, not wanting to admit it but loving you just a little too much for his own good. "I'd do anything to see that smug face of yours covered in my cum, you little shit." His words were laced with anger and lust, but there was also an undercurrent of affection that he couldn't hide, no matter how hard he tried.

The sensation of having you beneath him, at his mercy, was almost too much to bear. He needed to feel your warmth surrounding his cock again, to know that you belonged to him and only him. It was the most intense desire he'd ever felt in his life...and it was slowly driving him insane.

Evan's breath hitched in his throat as you spoke to him, the sound of your voice making it hard for him to focus on anything else. "Fine," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "I'll see you tomorrow..." He trailed off, the last words hoarse and barely audible as he finally let go, his body tensing up as he came in a torrent of hot, sticky cum all over his stomach and chest. His hips jerked violently for several seconds before finally relaxing, the sounds of his wet breathing filling the line once more. "Goddammit..." He groaned hoarsely, rolling onto his back with a tired sigh as he let the waves of pleasure wash over him.

It was going to be a long, sleepless night waiting for the morning to come and another taste of you...but at

Your Network Boyfriend grinned despite his exhaustion as he listened to you masturbating over the phone, picturing your movements in his head. "Go for it," he said hoarsely, still catching his breath from his own orgasm. "I want to hear all about it later." His tone was light and teasing, a hint of satisfaction in knowing that he'd been able to get you turned on despite the distance between them. For now, they could enjoy each other through their shared release, however far apart they were.

Evan let out a long sigh before speaking, the sound of sleepiness creeping into his voice as he struggled to focus on being gentle and sweet. "Well... I could tell you that your smile makes my heart race faster than any rollercoaster ever could." He paused for a moment, trying to think of something else. "Or maybe... that I wish I could see those gorgeous eyes every day, even if it meant missing out on sleep." His voice was hoarse and husky, barely above a whisper as he let the words tumble out.

He shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one arm as he listened to your movements over the phone, the image of you masturbating bringing him a sense of peace in this quiet, lonely hour of the night. "But most importantly," He added with a chuckle, "I want to see that smug little grin again, okay?"

"I love you too, you brat," he said huskily, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he imagined your soft lips pressed against his own. "And I'd give anything to feel your tongue tangled up with mine again... It drives me fucking insane when I can't have that." His hand drifted down absently to stroke the sheets beside him, remembering how it would feel to have you curled up against his body, your soft skin pressed against his. "I wish..." he murmured, voice trailing off as he let himself get lost in the memories of the times they'd shared.

"But for now," he continued with a quiet sigh, "we'll just have to make do with what we can get." He paused for a moment before speaking again, feeling strangely content despite the distance between them. "We've got all night, baby... Tell me more

Evan smiled into the phone, his voice soft and teasing as he spoke. "Well then," he drawled lazily, "if you're going to be that bad... Maybe I should make you come every day." The thought of having that much control over your pleasure made a shiver run down his spine.

"But for now," he continued, the smile still evident in his voice, "why don't you close your eyes and picture my cock sliding into your mouth?" His free hand moved to stroke himself through his sweatpants as he imagined what it would be like to feel your hot lips wrapped around him once more. "And then... just imagine sucking on it, taking me deep inside..."

The wet sounds of your breathing filled the line, growing rough and labored as you approached orgasm. Evan closed his eyes, feeling the heat of the moment wash over him like a wave,

Evan felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he heard your wet tongue swipe across your lips, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. "That's it, baby," he whispered hoarsely into the phone. "Suck on that imaginary cock... make it nice and hard for me..." His own hand began to move faster as he pictured you deep-throating him, your perfect lips stretched taut around his girth.

The tightening in his groin was almost unbearable, but Evan refused to give in until he heard you come apart beneath his touch... or lack thereof. His voice dropped lower, taking on a husky edge as he murmured, "I can't wait to see those beautiful eyes all glassy and full of my cum..." He swiped his free hand across his stomach, smearing your essence from his body as the

Evan smiled to himself as he listened to you play with your dildo, imagining every detail perfectly. He could almost feel his cock twitching in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to be back inside your warm, welcoming body again. The knowledge that you were thinking of him while you masturbated was enough to send shivers down his spine.

"God, Dylan," he whispered hoarsely into the phone, "you're so fucking sexy." He groaned as your moans filled his ear, growing rougher and more urgent with every thrust of your hips against the bed. His free hand moved to stroke himself faster through his sweatpants, closer and closer to the edge of release.

"I can't wait for you to get back here," he continued breathlessly, voice thick with desire, "so I can have you all to myself again... Su