Tate
My balls were sky blue as I made my way home from the gym. I was so hard and horny that if I didn’t bust out one when I got home, I didn’t know if I would survive. I’d pushed my luck in the steam room, cursing loudly when Jane had run out. I didn’t know what I’d been thinking when I’d released the dragon from the cage. Well, that was a lie; I knew exactly what I’d been thinking. I’d wanted to replace my fingers with my cock in Jane’s tight pussy. Man, she’d been horny for me. The way she’d squirmed in my lap when I’d played with her had made me harder than granite. It had been such a turn on; I’d been positive she’d been doing it on purpose to see how crazy she could drive me. But then stupid Francesca had kept on talking, and I had kept responding like a dumb-ass.
Fuck, the whole situation had been so hot, though. The way Jane had slid onto my lap, the way her breasts had felt in my palms, so slick and plump. The way she’d reacted when I’d blown in her ear and squeezed her neck for one second too long. Jane seemed like a woman who could handle my kink, but then I’d completely blown it—and not inside of her. What the hell had I been thinking, talking about the pill and condoms?
“Way to ruin the fucking moment, Howard.” I grunted as I let myself into my apartment. Jane had been nowhere to be seen after I’d left the steam room. Granted, I hadn’t left right away. I’d been too stunned to react at first. As soon as Jane had left, Francesca had walked over to me and grabbed my cock, but after a few seconds of her tugging me too roughly and me going soft, I’d asked her to get away from me. If the way she gave hand jobs was any indication, she’d greatly overestimated her sexual skills.
She wasn’t the one I wanted anyway.
I dumped my gym bag on the ground next to my couch in the living room and then headed to the kitchen for a Gatorade and a granola bar. I was hungry, but I knew we were all grabbing dinner later, and I didn’t want to ruin my appetite. As I took my drink out of the fridge, I wondered if Jane would cancel on the evening and make some excuse so that she could stay home. I felt a pang of regret at the thought. I wanted her to come tonight. I needed her to come. I loved Jagger, but a night of hanging out with him, Magnolia, Millie, Birdy, and Olivia without Jane sounded horrendous.
“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” I muttered as I walked back to the living room and took a seat on the couch. Should I call her? I pulled out my phone but stopped myself from pushing the button. What would I say? Hey, sorry for almost banging you in the steam room raw, but I hope you still join us tonight so I have another chance at making you come. Oh yeah, and this time, I’ll be prepared with a pack of condoms, ribbed for your pleasure. Yeah, right, no way I could say any of that.
I put my phone down on the couch next to me and leaned back. Another sip of Gatorade, another string of muttered curse words. Who the fuck was I kidding? I needed something stiff to drink. A generous pour of my best whiskey should do the trick. I got up and walked over to the minibar in the corner of the room. What was Jane doing now? Was she thinking of me? Was she as horny as I was? Had she rushed home to masturbate? Was she picturing me as she played with herself? I bet she couldn’t make herself as wet as I’d made her. I reached for my tumbler, blue balls back in full force, and poured a large shot into a Wedgewood crystal tumbler my mother had given me. Glass in hand, I made my way back to the couch, where I sat down and contemplated my phone screen. I shouldn’t call her. But what if she didn’t make it home? I really should check and see that she was okay. Maybe the meathead had tried to flirt with her again. A moment later, my fingers were scrolling through the phone and I was calling her. The phone rang and rang and then went to voicemail. Frustrated, I put the phone down and then took another sip of my whiskey. Was she ignoring me? Maybe she was in the shower.
I closed my eyes and thought about her sitting on my lap. I felt her supple breasts in my hands and groaned. I grabbed the phone and called her again.
This time she answered on the first ring. “What do you want, Tate?”
“Well, nice to hear that you’re alive and not dead.”
“What are you talking about?” She sounded irritated.
“You left the gym without saying goodbye.”
“Sorry. Goodbye.”
“Wait! Look, I’m sorry about the steam room. I got a bit carried away.”
“A bit? You were practically … inside of me.” I could almost hear her blushing.
“Practically inside of you?” I placed my glass down on my coffee table and leaned back on the couch. I reached my hand into my shorts and closed my eyes as I continued talking to her. “I was inside of you. I can still taste you on my fingers.”
“Tate! You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, you meant my cock was practically inside of you?” I chuckled as my hand gripped my cock and moved up and down. “I can assure you that it was nowhere close to being inside of you.”
“I felt it,” she said softly. “It was close.”
“You felt it where?”
“I felt it next to me … skin to skin.” She made a sound akin to a whimper and my cock hardened in my hand.
“Did you like it?” I whispered, my fingers sliding up and down faster now, imagining it was her fingers.
“No!”
“Liar,” I grunted. “I bet you wanted me to flip you on your back and slide my long, hard dick inside of you.”
“No, no, I didn’t.” She sounded out of breath now.
“What are you doing, Jane?” I wondered if she was masturbating to the sound of my voice like I was doing to hers.
“Nothing,” she said a little too quickly.
“Where are you?”
“At home.”
“At home where?”
“In my bedroom.”
“I see.” I paused. “Is your door closed?”
“Of course it’s closed. Why?”
“No reason.” My fingers moved even faster now. “Is your pussy wet right now?”
“What?” she squeaked.
“I said, is your pussy—”
“I heard what you said.”
“My cock is rock hard,” I groaned. “You left me in a bad position, Jane.”
“Well, I’m about to leave you in a bad position again, Tate Howard.”
“Are you mad at me?” My hand stopped moving.
“No.” Her voice had gotten quiet. “I’m not mad at you.” She sighed. “It was fun. I just didn’t want us to get carried away, so I left.”
“I wanted us to get very carried away.”
“I know. You’re … different than the other guys I know, Tate.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“I don’t know.” She sighed again, and the sound made my stomach flip.
“You have the sexiest voice.”
“Thank you, I guess.”
“A voice like yours is made for phone sex.”
“Tate …”
“What? I’m just being honest.”
“What do you expect me to say to that, Tate?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to tell you how I’d take ahold of your large cock in my mouth and blow you like you’ve never been blown before?” Her voice was husky and sexy as hell and my hand started moving again.
“Go on,” I practically groaned into the phone.
“Do you want me to tell you that I’d suck your cock dry and then I’d sit on your face …?”
“Oh, fuck, Jane, don’t stop now.” I was close to blowing my load and her voice was driving me there.
“Unfortunately for you, Tate, I’m not an escort, or a stripper, or a phone sex worker.” She laughed. “Bye!”
And with that, she hung up the phone. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as I dropped my phone. I decided to do neither. Instead, I thought about the warmth of Jane’s pussy as I’d fingered her and moments later I came.
Immediately, I felt more relaxed and all of a sudden I was looking forward to the evening. As I got off the couch to go get cleaned up, I realized that I hadn’t checked my gym bag to see if my note was gone and a new one was in its place. I bent down and unzipped the pockets. Sure enough, a new notecard was waiting for me. I pulled it out and read it quickly, smiling at the sarcastic, sexy tone. My note writer had to be either Jane or Francesca. She couldn’t possibly be anyone else. I’d have to think of a sexy new note that would somehow trigger the note writer into giving me a clue. I took the note into my bedroom and left it on my bed. I’d think about my response later. Right now I needed to take a shower and get myself ready for the night.
“Looking good, Howard.” I slapped some aftershave onto my cheeks and nodded appreciatively at my reflection. “Not half bad for a Southern boy.” I grinned as I took in my crisp white shirt and black jeans. I undid one more button to show more chest but then did it back up. I wasn’t a rodeo rider, I didn’t need to show off too much of my chest. I was about to run the brush through my hair one more time when my phone started ringing. I walked into the bedroom and picked it up, surprised to see that my sister Rose was calling me.
“What’s up, Rosebud?”
“Tate, I told you not to call me that.” She laughed. “I’m so glad you answered.”
“What’s the problem, sis?”
“Daddy wants me to call off the engagement, Tate. I need you to come home and talk to him.”
“Oh, Rose.” I sighed. “Nothing I say is going to stop Daddy from telling you what to do. Why don’t you ask Mom to help?”
“You know Mom has a stick so far up her ass that she can barely walk.”
“Rose Howard, you know you shouldn’t talk about Mom like that.”
“Tate, please!” she pleaded. “I need you to come home and help me. Sam and I are out of our minds. You know Daddy has banned him from coming to the house?”
“But you’re engaged!”
“Daddy doesn’t care. Please, Tate, come for me. Daddy will be so excited to have his golden boy home that he won’t bother with me.”
“How is that good for me, Rose?” I asked. “Mom will have half of Charleston over for dinner in hopes of me finding a suitable wife.”
“Then bring someone with you. Please, Tate,” she whined. “If Daddy ruins this for me, I will move to San Francisco and live with you.”
“Okay, you win.” I laughed. “You’ve gone and scared me now. When do you want me to come?”
“Next weekend?”
“I thought the party was the weekend after?”
“I won’t survive that long, Tate. Just bring a girl with you and Mom will leave you alone.”
“Rose, I don’t even have a girlfriend.”
“Well, you never have a girlfriend.” She sounded happier now. “You’re the biggest player I know, but I’m sure there are plenty of women that would love to come with you.”
“I’m not a player. I just like to have fun.”
“Is there no one you can think to bring, Tate?” She was getting whiny again. I loved my sister, but she was so annoying when she was trying to get her own way.
“I’ll have to think about it.” There was no one I wanted to take home to my parents. I didn’t want any of the women I’d fucked thinking we were getting serious, and taking them home to meet my family would certainly look serious. “Look, I have to go, but I’ll fly in next Friday, okay?”
“Yay! Thanks, Tate. I love you.”
“Love you too, sis. I’ll see you soon.”
I sighed as I hung up the phone. I did not want to go home and run interference for Rose and Sam, but she was my sister, and I’d always done everything I could to protect and help her. I’d have to think of a plan for my trip back home, but that could wait until later. I had more scintillating things to think about. Like what was going to happen tonight. I was looking forward to spending the evening with Jane, to getting to know her better.
I was hoping that tonight would be the night I’d be able to finally get it in.