Chapter 1

My lover’s husband called twice, but I ignored him. 

I was out with my friends the first time Eric called. I checked the screen, then put the phone back in my pocket. 

Making him wait would piss him off, and that made me smile. I loved to tease him.

We hit a neighborhood bar for burgers and beers. It felt good to be with Jacob and the guys, and take my mind off my upcoming trip with Tracy and Eric. 

We played pool and laughed our asses off. A pretty brunette tried to hand me her phone number, but I told her I had a girlfriend. I wasn’t interested. 

I called it a night pretty early and headed back to my apartment. At twenty-five, the heavy drinking thing was getting a little old. Work started at seven a.m., and I didn’t want a hangover. 

I’d just entered my apartment when the phone rang again. This time, I answered.

“Eric.”

“Kyle.” His voice was tight. “Where have you been?” 

“I saw your call, Your Majesty…and I ignored it. I went out with friends.”

I spoke to Tracy regularly, but I never talked to Eric on the phone. 

“You could’ve texted me back,” he said.

Was that jealousy? Mr. Eric Fucking Dawson, real estate investor, husband of a hotwife, master of the universe?

“I don’t answer to you outside the bedroom,” I said. 

He sniffed. I didn’t know what Eric did in his spare time. Did he go out with friends? Count his money? Arrange his ties? Part of the attraction was the mystery. I didn’t know much about him outside the bedroom.

“What are you wearing, Kyle?”

Heat surged over my body. I hadn’t been with Tracy and Eric for two weeks, and I was craving their touch. 

“Phone sex? Are we really doing this?”

Eric’s low chuckle filled my ear. “Yes, we are.”

I sat on the couch and leaned back against the soft cushions. A week ago, I was watching TV when a loud knock startled me. I opened the door and watched, stunned, as two burly delivery men came in. They carried off my sorry-looking couch and brought in a new one. It was the same brand the Dawsons had in their living room.

I smiled, thinking about the time I ate Tracy’s pussy on the couch while Eric watched.

There were perks to being with Eric and Tracy: the big wads of cash, Eric’s connections that helped my landscaping business, and the sweet rush of being with people who understood me and made me feel good.

I kicked off my shoes. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m dressed.”

“What are you wearing?”

“A t-shirt. Jeans.”

“Underwear?” he asked.

I switched the phone to my other ear and spread my legs. “Yeah.”

“Take off your shirt.”

My cock responded, making my jeans tight. “What next?”

“Unzip. Let me hear it.”

I placed the phone near my crotch and pulled the zipper nice and slow. I flicked open the button, then put the phone back to my ear. 

“Where are you?” I pictured him sitting behind a big mahogany desk with the door locked, his hands down his pants. “I wanna hear you unzip.”

“No. Now take your hand and slide it into your underwear.”

My neck heated. Did I lock the door?

“Now, Kyle,” he growled.

“Alright, alright…” I slipped my right hand into my underwear and palmed my shaft. “So fucking bossy.”

“Are you hard?” 

I brushed my fingers over my shaft, then circled the base. “You know I am.”

“Go slow…just using your fingertips.”

I exhaled and let my fingers drift over my cock. Gentle touches, like his wife would make with her soft hands. My balls tightened. I pictured Tracy between my legs, licking my cock with her sweet mouth. 

“Put me on speaker.” His voice took on that haughty tone that turned me on. 

I put the phone next to me and hit the speaker button. “Now what?”

“Grab the base of your cock. And Kyle?”

“Yeah?”

“Make some noise.”

I tried to breathe a little louder. Tingles of shame ran up my spine. I’d gone through a gauntlet of emotions with Eric and Tracy: Guilt. Lust. Envy. Fear someone would find out I was messing around with a client, even though I’d reassigned Jacob to the Dawsons’ account. Reluctance to come out to my friends. It was one thing to admit I was bisexual; another thing to admit I was joining a married couple in bed for money.

My cock was like iron in my fist. I tightened my grip and made long, slow strokes.

“I can’t wait to have you in our bed at the lake,” he said. “I want to watch you eat Tracy’s pussy.”

I moaned. “Fuck, yeah.”

I imagined him lying beside me, his mouth open, his breathing ragged as he stroked my cock. I’d let him jerk me off. That, and a few heavy make-out sessions that left me wondering why I’d given up guys.

“I’m so fucking hard for you,” I said.

“Faster,” he commanded.

The skin on my cock slid up and down. A bead of fluid formed at the tip. I spread it over my shaft, making a wet noise I knew he could hear.

“That sounds so good. I can’t wait to wrap my fingers around your cock.”

I grunted. Pressure built in my balls, and the muscles in my thighs tensed. “Keep talkin’.”

“I’ll stroke you until you’re squirming in my hands.” 

“Yes.” Oh, yes, I intended to let him do whatever he wanted this weekend.

“I’ll lick your thighs until you buck against my mouth and shove your pretty cock between my lips.”

“Fuck, Eric.”

“I’ll run my tongue over your tip, then pull you deep into my throat.” His breathing turned ragged.

Exactly what I’d been dreaming about. The head of my cock was swollen and leaking.

“Let me hear it, Kyle.”

My breathing grew harsh, my hips bucked, and my movements turned jerky. I grunted and swore until I couldn’t hold back, coming hard, shooting across my stomach and chest. I kept stroking, drawing it out, thinking about Eric deep-throating my cock. 

 My cock finally softened. I wiped up the mess with my t-shirt and tried to catch my breath. 

“I know how sexy you look sprawled out on that couch,” he said. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you this weekend.”

Shit, I never heard him talk like this. 

“Does Tracy know you’re good at phone sex?” I asked.

His chuckle warmed my ear. “Just getting you ready for the weekend.”

Like I needed help with that. I’d jerked off constantly after being with them. When I woke up. In the shower after work. Before I fell asleep. I was restless and needy. Watching porn didn’t help. I tossed my computer aside, knowing I’d have the real thing in a few days. 

“Three more days,” he said. “Seven a.m. sharp, Kyle. Don’t be late.” 

He hung up, leaving me panting and needy. I turned off the phone and headed to the shower.

It was gonna be a long three days.