It’s not the words so much (although as someone with a self-confessed praise kink, they are right up my street), but the voice. Tom’s tone has dropped an octave, his words edged with a seductive growl. It’s a line from Sir’s previous instalment. It’s either a REALLY good impersonation…
He fishes his phone from his pocket, unlocks it and opens a browser. “Here,” He holds it out and I recognise the back end of a Literotica account. “There you go. It’s me.”
I grab the phone, not quite believing what I’m seeing. “Oh my god.” I whimper, stomach turning over. “Oh my GOD.” I shove the phone back into his hands and stumble back, covering my mouth with my hands. “I’m such a moron!”
Tom’s eyes widen, “It’s fine! Steph, it’s fine!”
“No, it’s not!” I cover more of my face. “This is fucking mortifying! You just…saw me…doing that to your voice?!”
“It’s not my usual voice, it’s just an act, I put it on so no one can tell it’s me.” He grabs at his hair again. “Look, to tell you the truth, I’m incredibly flattered…”
I finally force myself to look at him. This is Sir. This tall, slightly dorky, though easy on the eye guy, whose personal life I know next to nothing about. This is crazy.
He suddenly smirks. “This is certainly a coincidence though. How long have you been…” He trails off.
Fucking myself to the sound of his voice. Fantasising about him taking me ina hundred different ways. I brace myself. “A while.”
“I see.”
We stand in silence. I feel like I should say something, but everything that crosses my mind feels completely idiotic.
“Wait,” Tom suddenly says, “What’s your username?” He smiles slowly in recognition when I tell him. “Well, well. One of my loyal girls. You’ve been popping up in the comments for months. I had no idea.” He looks back at me, a spark in his eye. The beer is abandoned, forgotten on the counter. He shakes his head in disbelief. “So…you’re into it?”
“Yeah,” I admit, folding my arms tightly. “You’re really, really good at it.”
“The reviews are in.” He jokes. “And, um…” He lowers his voice. “Do you listen every time you…” He gestures vaguely. “Self-service?”
I splutter with slightly hysterical laughter, “Oh my god. You’re Sir and you can’t even say the word ‘masturbate’?”
“I was trying to be tactful.” He grins. He has a lovely smile, wide and unabashed. “I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
I sigh heavily. “I think we might be past that.”
“Fine.” The smile drops and he suddenly takes a step forward. “Masturbate. When you masturbate, Steph.” He takes another step.
The gap between us is slowly shrinking. I try to take a step back myself and my back hits the edge of the kitchen counter.
Tom notices. He steps again. “When you pleasure yourself,” His voice starts to lower, “When you touch your pussy,” Lower still, slipping easily into the rough voice I know too well. “When you’re all alone and horny as fuck, so you pump your fingers into your soaking cunt until you’re coming apart to the sound of my voice…”
Now he’s right in front of me, leaning towards me, over me, a head taller. He smells so good, a mix of faint sweat and aftershave that shouldn’t work, but is on the edge of sending me totally feral.
“Do you?” He asks, placing a hand on the edge of the counter beside me, fencing me in. Maybe that orgasm didn’t quite fully satisfy me after all, as I feel the tingles starting again between my legs.
I clear my throat and try to stay cool, even though I can feel a blush creeping up my face at this sudden turn in my otherwise well-mannered flatmate. In fact, the whole mood in the room has changed and feels charged with something new. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because,” He says, his breath hot against my cheek, “I need to know. Because I find you incredibly hot, and the idea of you getting off to me, is…” He closes his eyes and groans, low and slow. “Christ, just the thought of it is enough to get me hard.”
Neither of us move. I can feel my heart pounding so hard in my chest I’m convinced it’s audible. Tom’s eyes flit from mine, to my lips, to my neck, back to my lips. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and takes a breath. “I want to try something.” He says, in that voice I’ve come to countless times. “Tell me if you want me to stop. But I think you’ll like it.” He reaches out and slides a hand slowly down into the front of my leggings.
My breath catches, but I don’t say a word. My legs shift ever so slightly open.
Lower, lower…a smirk tugs at his lips as his hand runs over my bare mound. “Damn Steph, couldn’t take five seconds to put some panties on?”
All I can do is stare back at him, biting my lip silently as his fingers venture lower..and deeper… I feel them slip against my wetness and his eyes flutter closed, muttering a soft curse.
“Is this all me?” He asks, voice dropping into the low growl that I feel like I know so well. His fingers delve in, quickly finding my clit and starting to rub in slow circles. “Is this all my doing, dirty girl?” His fingers move faster and my hands grab onto the counter behind me as my knees buckle. He presses a kiss to the base of my neck and sucks gently at the spot and I nearly come all over his hand right there. A dark laugh vibrates in his chest and he slips two fingers up inside me – meeting absolutely no resistance with how soaked I am.
“Had no idea…” He growls into my ear, his heat crowding my senses, “What a needy little slut you are… bet you’ve been listening every night… rubbing this sweet little pussy…squeezing those gorgeous tits… fuck, you’ve got the most incredible tits, you know that, right?” His other hand slides up my hoodie and goes straight to my right breast, cupping it, feeling my erect nipple pressing into his palm. He groans throatily as he feels it.
“Tom I…” I finally manage to stammer out his name and he pauses, pulling back a little to take in my expression.
“You okay?”
I want to scream at him not to even think about stopping, but I also need a moment to gather my thoughts before they’re completely lost to my horniness. “You don’t have to do this, just because I listen to your audios.”
He nods slowly, not removing his hands. “I appreciate that.” He says, “But…I want to. And I think you want me to as well. Right?”
I nod wordlessly in return and he grins.
“Good.” He starts to move his fingers into me again, pumping a slow, even rhythm. The hand on my breast pinches and rolls the nipple, sending delicious pain through me. “Because if you don’t mind me saying, Steph…I’ve lost count of the times I’ve fucked my fist to the thought of you riding my cock. God, it’s been hard living with you, hearing you get in the shower…imagining the soap dripping down your gorgeous body…resisting the urge to get in with you and just slide right into you from behind, pressing you up against the tiles until you’re moaning my name…”
My knees buckle again and I let out a whimper. “Fuck…”
His breathing is deep, but even, “You listened to ‘Keeping Secrets’, I uploaded last month?”
“Yeah?” I squeak breathlessly. I’d listened to it several times, purely for the ending where he cums with the hottest moans and gasps I’ve ever heard. My imagination had gone crazy, fantasising about making him make those sounds because of me.