Page 68 of Revelry
So I threw us into the flames.
Me:Shall we discuss what you were *really* doing, Gertrude?
I hit send before I could talk myself out of it and waited. Waited so long I thought I’d crossed a line and was frantically thinking of how I could backtrack without ruining the fun we were having.
Gertrude:What I was really doing?
Typing.
Gertrude:Or who I was thinking about while doing it?
I cursed, my phone slipping from my grasp. I squeezed my eyes shut, pulse pounding in time with my cock. My phone beeped and I snatched for it.
Gertrude:You heard your name.
Me:I may or may not have heard some heavy breathing and a moanedTate.
Gertrude:And?
Gertrude:Thoughts?
Gertrude:Feelings?
Gertrude:Comments?
I thought about it. What did I really want out of this?
Me:I want you to keep going.
Gertrude:That’s going to be difficult while messaging you too.
She had a point, but I was a desperate man and a problem solver at heart, so I found a solution.
I called her.
“Tate?” Her breathy voice flowed right into my ear, and I moaned softly. “What are you doing?”
“I thought of some fun we could have,” I replied, my hand sliding down my chest, my skin pulled tight with arousal.
“I don’t know, Tate.”
“It doesn’t require either of us leaving our beds, interested?”
“Well, when you put it like that,” she giggled and damn that giggle had me smiling.
“Then put me on loudspeaker and continue,” I said.
There was a muffled noise before I heard her say, “Okay!”
A satisfied smirk worked its way onto my lips at her eagerness.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Thinking about?”
I think the fact that she couldn’t see me made me more confident, made me bolder. “While you played with yourself, Gertrude.”
There was a small noise over the line, something between a squeak and a moan. “You.”
