The Longest Call
The phone rang shrilly through lightman's bedroom. Cal groaned against his wife's neck, his hands stilling against her thigh that's she'd wrapped over his hip.
"Answa it. Could be important this early," Cal grumbled.
"Hello, Gillian Lightman speaking,"
The reply was lost to Cal but the roll of Gill's eyes said it all. It wasn't important and now it was an extremely unwelcome interruption.
He pushed her over on her back, ignoring the confused look on her face as he loomed over her, his hard cock dragging against her thigh, letting her know she wasn't off the hook. She was trying to listen to whatever story her mom was reeling off now, already hmmming and verbally nodding at the right points so Cal felt safe in starting his game. He started kissing his way down her neck to her breasts, loving how she curled her lips in on themselves in order to stop herself making any noise when his lips enclosed around a nipple. She gasped as he bit down on one of her nipples, just how she liked it, her face flushing as she realised he'd caught her off guard.
"No, mom, you're not interrupting anything. Of course I'm free to talk to you," Cal caught her eyes and saw that they were almost entirely black and knew he'd won her round to this game of his. With what he took to be her permission and he decided to up the ante a little.
He smiled around her nipple, his tongue swiping against the taut nub of nerves and her back arched off the bed, biting her lip to stay quiet. He did it again but this time slid his hand up her inner thigh, gently, just enough to leave her leg tingling and her core wanting more of him.
He was rewarded by watching her hand shooting out and grasp the sheets, pulling it completely off the bed and leaving her hand white with how tightly she was holding on. As he had had to move in order to get his hand and mouth where they were, he was now straddling her opposite leg and in a stroke of genius decided to bring his cock into play as well. As his fingers finally played their way against her wetness, the heat rolling off her, his mouth still working her nipples, he also ground his hips up the inside of her other thigh and she squirmed. He had never seen her so wanton, so aroused; it was beautiful.
What he wasn't anticipating was Gill's hand shooting out and grabbing his member and stroking him with such intensity it almost short-circuited his brain. Her touch was firm and thorough and it drove him mad and within moments he was fucking into her hand, humming in approval against her skin.
Taken completely by surprised everything he was doing came to a stop, his head now rested against her breasts, his hand still against her, not yet inside. She was watching him writhe against her with such hunger that everything seemed a little out of focus, and as she twisted her hand she looked entirely too smug and he wanted to remind her who idea this game was.
He removed her hand; it killed him to do so, but needs must. Pecked her on the lips and on the stomach before disappearing under the sheet. He placed himself between her legs, his hands on her thigh and her breast, he settled and waited.
"I'm glad you and Dan are having a good time, it's about time you found yourself a nice man." The words rushed out of her, as she didn't want to get caught in the middle of a sentence when cal finally put his mouth to good use. She could feel him there; he was stroking her lower abdomen, close but not close enough, and her inner thigh, at the join but not high enough. Add that to the fact that she couldn't see him and when he was about to lower to tongue to taste her and her arousal was skyrocketing.
"How's Cal?," as he heard his name he took it as the hint to get to work and without any warning he licked up her slit, coming up to suck on her clit, "He's good thank you, he's just about to get something to eat, actually." How she managed to keep her voice deadpan he'd never and he chuckled around her, his tongue vibrating as he did so, which resulted in a delightful whimper from Gill.
"Yes, mom, Cal and I will come and see you soon." Gill muttered with a hint of desperation. She was doing so well that Cal felt she had earnt herself a reward, so he circled her clit again before pushing his tongue inside her, getting so deep that his nose was rubbing her clit. Cal knew that her silence was actually a good thing, when she went this quiet it was before it burst out of her, loudly.
"Next weekend sounds -" just as she started to talk Cal slide two fingers into her, pumping into her at a sedate pace that completely contrasted with the more frantic pace of his tongue and sucking pressure on her clit. She actually groaned. Loudly. Down the phone to her mother. Damn. She could feel her face virtually on fire. "Next weekend sounds fantastic. I've got to go, mom, love you. Talk to you later. Bye." And hung up before her mother could get a word in edge ways.
"Cal!" She smacked one of his arms. And he chuckled.
"You were playing the game as much as I was, luv." She had pushed the sheet back to see his face, where it'd popped up to talk to her. She wiped his chin, letting him suck her fingers, strangely intimate and romantic given the dirty nature of the gesture.
"But what's my mom going to think?" she groaned.
"Well, next time you can get your revenge, but now let me make it up to you." He promised with a grin.
"Get back to work, you owe me the biggest orgasm of the year,"
He laughed again, his head dipped down again and silence fell apart from the noises Gill was making.
"Cal," she moaned over and over again until she came with her hands gripping his hair, hips tilting towards his face and Cal's cock grinding into the mattress.
A/N: So do I or do I not continue this with Gill's revenge?
