I Give Good Phone
Smut! Total smut, not a real plot. Phone sex, if the title didn't give that away.
Those of you that follow me on Tumblr might've already read this, but, I promise another one-shot will be posted tomorrow! So check for another update then.
It was the second call in a row. Penelope groaned and reached over, answering her phone. "Yeah, what?"
He cringed at her curt tone. "Sorry. Am I interrupting something."
"Yes. No. Just some much needed alone time. What do you want?" He was interrupting something - something incredibly important, something she'd been dying to do, something she needs to do and finally had the time and energy to take care of.
"Just wanted some help with… Nevermind, uh, I can just bring it in on Monday."
"You already called, Alvez. Why don't you just..." She let the vibrator in her hand fall next to her bare thigh. The lace panties and lacy tank top she had on left her skin exposed to the cool air in her apartment. She closed her eyes. He just had to call and make this hard. Or make this easier, if she was honest, but unfortunately, she feared the intense moaning she'd be doing would give her away. "Just tell me what you need."
"Remember, I told you I can't get my laptop and iPod to sync. When I went for my run this morning, honestly, I got sick of the same songs."
"Right. Yeah. Of course I'd be happy to help. Just maybe, later tonight, or possibly tomorrow?"
"Sure. Doesn't have to be right now if you're busy." It upset him that she was so angry. He thought she'd maybe be impassive.
Okay, she was getting off the phone. She was going to masturbate, at least twice, and then she could call him back later. Hell, maybe tomorrow. She might need the time. Hearing his voice, picturing him right now… Damn it! Why was Alvez so hot? How could someone so annoying be so beautiful? "Uh, what? Sorry. What did you…?" She felt the vibrations. Shit! When did she turn the damn thing on? She needed to get off the phone.
"I was just saying I can bring it over, just let me know when you're not busy." She was zoned out. He knew she wasn't paying attention. They had a long weekend, and he sort of felt alone, and Garcia always made him laugh, even if that wasn't her intention.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, "Yeah, sure. That, uh, that works. Yeah. No problem. Let me just call you back, mmmkay?" She heard her own voice. It was a little too breathless.
"Garcia, are you okay?" He was concerned. Her behavior was weird. Her voice was ragged. "What are you… What are you doing?"
"Alvez, I'm about to hang up on you. Can't you just understand? I. Will. Call. You. Later."
"Garcia, but, I'm just worried. You sound..." She sounded like she was out of breath, but it's not like she was out for a jog, herself. What the hell could have her out of- "Garcia, are you with somebody right now? Why would you answer the phone?" He was utterly disgusted that she would talk to him while she was with another man.
She growled. "No, Alvez, you ass. I'm not with anybody. I'm very much alone, except for your annoying self that won't take a hint. Now, can I call you back?" She turned off the vibrator and set it on the nightstand. She was going to need to reset her mind after this call. He might turn her on, but he also pissed her off. She was still touching herself though. She'd been so horny and had so little time.
She just took a relaxing bath, pulled her hair back into a chic ponytail and put on some clothes that made her feel sexy. She was getting this done. She ran her fingers over her clit and then dipped them into herself. She could feel how wet and ready she was. She almost forgot she wasn't really alone, until he spoke.
"Gar- Penelope, are you…?" He didn't want to assume. What if he was wrong? There was a part of him, the part that committed what her long legs looked like in short skirts to memory, the part that looked down her dress when she was bending over to dig in her desk drawer. That part of him really, really hoped she was doing exactly what he thought she was doing. "Are you- Tell me what you're doing." His voice softened. He wasn't sure, but asking her was a good way to find out.
"Luke," she said adamantly, "you don't want me to answer that." Why did he have to make everything so difficult?
"Actually, Penelope, I really do." He was damn sure not letting her off the hook now.
Penelope sat straight up and squinted at the air in front of her. She stayed quiet, hearing only silence in return. She checked her screen. She knew he was still there, but she needed to look anyway. She slowly laid back. She was certain in the moments it took her to sit up and lay down again that she had lost her damn mind. "I'm laying in my bed." She couldn't believe she even said it. Well, it was innocent enough, right?
Luke took a deep breath. Fuck, this was happening. He really wished he was in his bed too. Actually, maybe hers. "Just laying there?"
She felt the flush run over her body. Yeah, any rational thought went out of her mind. He's a coworker. You're going to need to see him daily. You're going to have to look him in the eye at work. This is Luke. All of that should've made her stop this in its tracks, but instead, it let the anticipation grow. "No, I'm not just laying here."
She wanted this too. He could tell, but she wasn't sure of him yet. Well he had to make her sure. "You're laying in bed, in the middle of the afternoon, and you're doing something. Should I guess what it is?"
"You can try."
"Do you want me to try?"
"Yes."
That was it. That's what he needed. "I'll try, but only if you do something for me first. See it's harder to guess what you're doing if I can't picture what you look like. So tell me. Are you wearing one of your dresses or lounging around in sweats? Because I don't think it's either."
Her voice was low. "No, I haven't bothered to get dressed yet." She bit her lip, waiting for his response.
"So you're in sleep clothes?"
"No, I just took a bath, and I didn't want to put on clothes, so I decided on underwear and a tank top since it's just me here."
"So you're alone in bed, wearing panties and a tank top, you just got out of the bath so you probably smell like that coconut stuff you use, and you're busy. So I'm thinking that you're doing something that I could do better for you."
"I don't know. I'm pretty good." She was circling her clit with her fingers. She could feel the sensation building with every rotation.
"I have never doubted that you are, but tell me, Penelope, would you turn down my help if I was there right now?"
She felt a new wave of heat rush through her. The phone was to her ear. She didn't want to put it on speaker. It would ruin the moment, but she did want to touch her breasts. "Well I could use the extra hand right now." She tore her fingers away from her core and snuck her hand under her tank top.
"I'd give you both. So where do you need me?"
"I thought you were good. Shouldn't you know?"
"Okay, if you don't tell me, then I'm just going to figure it out myself." He couldn't hide the smile in his voice. This was amazing. This was quickly becoming his new favorite memory, his new best day. "Since you need a hand, I'd use mine to slide into your tank top. Knowing you, it's probably low cut enough to tease me so I'd have to tease you back. I'd let my fingers run over your chest, moving from one side to the other, pulling it down lower with each stroke. Since I'm not there though, can you do it for me?"
"Already am." She was moving her free hand over one breast dipping down in the middle and then up to the swell of the other, using only her fingertips, pretending it was him teasing her skin.
"Good girl. So since I've got two hands, I could also feel your long legs. I could run my hand from your ankle, past your knee, and to the inside of your thigh, feeling the softness there and making you squirm from the sensation of my fingers on your sensitive skin. Just when I'd teased you enough, I could move up, running my fingers over the heat coming from you, before letting my fingers touch exactly where you want them. I'd feel how wet you already are because you are. I know you are, but I'm not there, so can you make your fingers wet for me?"
"Yes. I can feel how wet I am. I can hear it when I move my fingers in and out."
He growled and brought the edge of his phone to his forehead, closing his eyes and taking a breath before responding, "See, here's my problem. I'd want to taste you. I'd want you all over my tongue. So can you taste yourself for me?"
Breathlessly she answered, "Yes." She brought her fingers up to her mouth and did as he asked.
He heard the faint pop of her lips letting her fingers out. "Good, baby. I'm jealous. I wish I could taste you."
"Me too. I'd rather it was you." She let her fingers run down to her nipples again, grazing them through the fabric. Then she let her hand glide down her stomach, back to her panties.
He was trying not to completely lose his shit. He wasn't exactly in the comfort of his home. That was going to be a problem, if he didn't get a hand free soon. "Licking my fingers wouldn't be enough. I'd want to taste it all. I'd move your underwear to the side. I'd bury my face in between your legs, and I'd let my tongue run over your clit, back and forth. Then I'd move down and dip my tongue inside of you. Can you feel me doing that? Can you imagine that for me?"
"Hmm mmm, yes."
"Yes, who? Whose tongue is making you squirm? Whose hands are gripping your breasts? Whose? Who am I?"
"Luke. It's you, Luke."
"Yeah, it is, Penelope. It's me. You want it to be me, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Do you wish I was there right now?"
"Yes."
"Penelope, you're getting closer. I can feel it, but don't let it go yet. Do you understand? I'm not done with you yet."
"I understand."
He made a decision, and he needed to make sure she understood. "Good. I need to you to know something. This isn't the first time I've thought about this. Have you thought about me before?"
"Yes."
"Good. What did you imagine I did? We did?"
"Everything."
"You'd let me do anything to you? Anything I wanted?"
"Yes."
"Why? Why me?"
"Because you're Luke Alvez, and you've only been in my fantasies so, if I had you alone, I'd let you do whatever you want because I want you to have what you want."
"So if I wanted to sink into you right now, if I wanted to pound into you and make you call my name right before I come inside of you, you'd let me?"
"Yes."
"Penelope, how much do you want me?"
"More than anything."
"Anything? So you want me more than your fingers or vibrator? More than another man? You want me?"
"Yes."
"No, Penelope, listen to the question. If I was really there right now, you wouldn't hesitate?"
"No."
"Dip your fingers back into yourself, spread your wetness all over your clit, and then rub it slowly, teasing yourself. Are you doing it?"
"Yes."
"Now, bring that hand up to your cleavage and leave a trail of yourself right down the middle."
"But Luke-"
"Do it. I didn't say you could come yet."
She faintly heard a door opening. Part of her brain said she should figure it out, but the rest of her had no intention of ever moving again. She was completely shocked and yet not surprised at all when she saw Luke throw his shirt to the ground as he stalked towards her. He unzipped his pants as he swiftly mounted the bed. He pulled her legs wide as he pushed her panties to the side and entered her with force. Without a moment even passing, he pulled her tank top down forcefully, some of the lace ripping as it was stretched, letting her breasts fall out to his gaze. "Now you can come."
She felt her body raise off the bed, her head thrown back, as the intensity of the orgasm ripped through her. She moaned loudly, and she could hear his name fall off of her lips. Her eyes might be closed. She might have forgotten her own name. She wasn't sure. All she knew was when she started to refocus, she could see his eyes darting from her face to her chest.
His eyes narrowed, as he stared at her breasts while he pulsed into her harshly, making her whole body move. He never ceased his movement as he moved both hands up to tease her nipples. "Good, you did what I asked." He could feel the remnant of moisture on her chest. "Look at me, Penelope." He scanned back and forth between both of her eyes.
She felt him searching for something, something he must've found, because he growled and leaned over her, taking one nipple in his mouth and hearing a loud moan as her hands flew to his hair, gripping the curls. She wasn't sure she was comprehending what was happening. He was there. Luke was there, in her house, in her bed, in her. She could feel another orgasm building. She knew he could easily make her come again. She'd never felt more turned on in her life, and in the two minutes he's been inside her, she could already tell how talented he was.
He roughly brought a hand to lay half on her neck and half on her shoulder in a sign of dominance. The other was on the bed for support as he thrusted harder and faster. He was lust-filled and so drunk on her. She felt the sense of power she always wanted over him as he controlled her.
She could feel it building. She could feel it coming, and she brought one hand to dig her nails into his chest and the other to fist the sheet. She screamed his name again. Any shame or doubt was already miniscule, but now it was obliterated. She'd never felt more wanted or felt more need in her life. As she came, he growled and then let out his own strangled moan. She felt him coming inside of her. She felt the warmth it created. She breathed harshly. She could feel him inside of her, on top of her, surrounding her. She could feel him everywhere that no one else had ever been.
Their eyes connected, their chests rising and falling. She could see the unrestrained lust in his eyes. It didn't die out, even after the reality set in. He pulled out of her slowly, both of them lamenting the loss. He flopped down next to her. After a few moments, they instinctively turned towards each other. Both of them studied the other's face for regret, insincerity, or something indicating either of them didn't mean to do what they had just done, and neither of them found it. Both realized that they wanted this even before this happenstance of a situation where he called her at just the right moment.
His eyes fell from hers to her lips and back. "Whatever I want right?"
Her eyes widen and then darken, "Yes. Whatever you want."
"Good girl." He put his hand on her hip. "Because right now I want to kiss you. Later you're going to call the team to go out for drinks. While we're at the bar, I'm going to fuck you in the bathroom. They're going to know exactly what we did, and, when they ask, you're going to let them know you're mine now. When we get home, I'm going to come in you as many times as I want. But until then, I'm going to come on your chest, and you're going to sit on my face, and then I'm going to bend you over every surface in this house. Understood?"
"Understood." She nodded seriously. "Just one question. Did I forget to lock my door?"
"I grew up in the city, Penelope. I can pick a lock."
She nodded, understanding his answer and his previous request.
"Good, let's get started."
