The next call came just two days later, although around 30 minutes earlier in the night than he had called the first time. She hadn't expected to hear from him ever again but she recognized the number straight away and her eyes grew wide in surprise. She knew the smart thing would be to ignore it but her mind wasn't listening to reason and her fingers worked on their own as they answered the call and moved the phone to her ear.
"Roman?" She asked lowly.
"Sweet December," he said. "Did you miss me?"
"Why are you calling again?" She asked.
"I couldn't get your voice out of my head," he answered.
She moved through the room and sat down on the bed. It made a creaking sound and he let out a little humph at the sound.
"You got someone with you in that bed?" He asked.
"Just you," she teased.
"Just me," he chuckled. "I like that. So you're getting ready for bed?"
"Yeah, I am," she said.
"What are you wearing?" He asked.
Once again that brief thought of sense trying to kick its way into her brain, screaming at her to hang up and stop messing around with a stranger over the phone, and once again she didn't listen to it.
"A pair of white silk booty shorts," she answered.
"Nothing on top?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
"I'd love to see you right now," he said.
"Sorry, I'm not one for sending nude photos," she said.
"I would never ask you to but that doesn't stop me from wanting to see you. I bet you look really sexy. I wonder how the look in your eyes is when I place my fingers on the hem of those shorts, dragging them down your legs. Slowly, real slowly, because I wanna tease you so bad. I wanna see you frustrated. I wanna hear you beg," he said.
"And if I don't?" She asked teasingly.
"Well, sweet December, I would just have to make you. I would tie you down on the bed and I would use my hands, my fingers, my lips, my tongue and my teeth almost all over your body. You know why I say almost?" He didn't even give her time to answer. "Because I would avoid the two places you would really want them. Your breasts and your pussy. And you would be soaking. You would be dripping out on the bed. And I would not give in and touch you there no matter how much you would try and tempt me into it. Not until I hear you beg. And you better beg real good."
She pressed her lips tight together before the word "please" left her mouth. She was so close to just rambling it off several times, wanting to feel him for real. Instead she managed to regain a bit of control.
"And if I do?" She asked.
"Guess you won't know until you do," he joshed.
She laid down on the bed and clenched her thighs together, painfully aware of the growing need between them.
"You're wet right now, aren't you?" He asked.
He wasn't taunting or mocking her. It was a real question and he expected a real answer.
"Yes," she answered.
"I'm so fucking hard, you won't believe it. Just trying to picture all the things I would like to do to you but there's just so damn many," he said.
"You're touching yourself right now?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered. "Sweet December, do you have any idea what your sexy voice does to me?"
"No," she said lowly.
She could hear him move around and it sounded like he too was lying down on a bed somewhere.
"Let's reverse this. If I was to walk into the bar you work at, how would it go?" He asked.
"You want me to tell you how you would get with me?" She asked.
"Well, I'm not there for the beer," he chuckled.
She took a deep breath. She could do this. She hadn't done it before but was it much different than two nights ago? Of course it was since he had done the talking back then, filling her head with a story. Now he asked her to do the same to him. A little devil jumped up on her shoulder and before she knew it, the words left her mouth on their own.
"I've closed the bar for the night, thinking I'm all alone. The other bartenders have gone home while I'm cleaning the place on my own. I have no idea you've been hiding in the bathroom all the time," she said.
"I like where this is going," his voice sounded dark.
"I'm cleaning the counter, slightly leaning over it, while you're making your way from the bathroom and towards me without a sound. Your eyes are on my short skirt, ready to pull it up as soon as you reach me," she said.
"Mmm," he mumbled.
"A firm grip on my neck and you push me all the way down on the counter. I'm too stunned to scream. Your other hand quickly moves my skirt up, finding that I'm not wearing anything underneath," she said.
"Naughty girl," he said lowly.
"I hear you work your dick free and then I feel you push inside me. I finally find my voice and I scream but it's not screams of fear. It's screams of pleasure. I scream for more, beg for more, as you keep fucking me so hard that my hips bruise for each time you slam me forward into the counter," she said.
"Fuck!" He hissed.
She heard him breathing heavy and fast after his little outburst and she wasn't sure whether or not to continue.
"Damn it, sweet December," he took the word. "You just made me cum."
For some weird reason that statement made her smile widely.
"Just you wait," his voice suddenly sounded as a warning. "One day I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna fuck you so hard."
"Promise?" She asked.
"Yes, I fucking promise!" He almost shouted. "I'm gonna find you, December. I'm gonna find you, fuck you, make you mine, make you feel so fucking good, fuck you till you scream."
The last five words were thrown out there with a primal growl and she heard his heavy breathing again, although it sounded completely different than it had just done a minute ago. He was no longer breathing heavy from cumming. He was breathing heavy because he was ready to hunt.
"Sweet dreams?" The words left her mouth as a question although she didn't want them to.
"Fucking sweet dreams, December," his tone was still dark.
And then he was gone. He had hung up like he did two nights ago, leaving her to herself, lying in bed with her own unfulfilled needs. She had concentrated on him but that sure hadn't made her any less horny herself. Her hand travelled down in the booty shorts, his name lowly falling over her lips as she played her own little story over in her head once again.