A week had passed since Halloween and nothing further had happened between Q and I other than the occasional flirty text. He was away on tour for the month, so I had to wait and see if there was any truth in the suggestion that he had brought up previous days before.
I had grown quite accustomed to falling asleep texting him most nights, that this particular night when I hadn't had one from him at all, I started to feel slightly disappointed. I was falling asleep when my phone decided to dance on my night stand. The caller ID... Brian Quinn. What was he doing calling? Maybe something was wrong?
"Hello?" I answered, sounding slightly concerned.
"Ah, so you are awake" he replied, as smooth as ever.
"What's up, why are you calling this late, everything good?"
"I'm fine, just bored and alone, wanted some company.." The suggestion evident in his tone of voice.
"Aren't you on a bus?" I questioned
"Nope, hotel room on my lonesome.. Fuck, I wish you were here right now, Jess." he breathed.
"Why, what would you do to me?" I'm not so sure where the sudden flood of confidence came from, but I knew where this was headed so I wanted to make it memorable for him.
"I would spend hours between your legs; teasing... sucking; sipping; tasting you. Making you come until you can't breathe."
Wow, his words were almost as powerful as the actual thing.
"I love the things you do with your tongue..you can have me any way that you want" I purred back, thoughts of what had happened Halloween night now filling my mind, I needed this guy, right now.
The line fell quiet, and I could tell what he was doing. I decided to murmur a slight moan down the phone, to see what reaction I could gain from that.
"Fuck, Jess. I'm so hard" he moaned back.
I loved that I could please him without seeing him or touching him, each sound of his pleasure driving me crazy.
"Cum for me, baby" I said, as tantalizingly as I could.
I could hear the muffled movement from the other line, accompanied by an animalistic groan from Q followed by shallow breathing. His voice comes back onto the line.
"I don't..I justr don't know how you do that to me" he chuckled slightly.
"I'm not so sure why you allow me to, to be honest" I admitted.
"How do you mean?" he asked.
"You're on tour, meaning fans in every place that you're in. Surely you'd have your pick of women...so why call me?"
"Maybe the question is..why not? We had fun, no?"
"I guess you're right" I agreed.
And he was, too. The skills of his hands, tongue, touch...everything. Accompanied by not getting caught in the moment. The adrenaline alone was almost addictive.
"Come and see me" he suddenly blurted out.
"I wouldn't want to intrude on you guys if you're busy"
"We have a couple of days off and we're going to be in a city that I have no idea what to do in, your company will take the heat off of the lameness. Maybe we could explore the city together, or just my hotel room. Depending on your mood that day, obviously" he joked, yet I knew there was an aspect of truth in his joke somewhere.
"Maybe, I'll have to think about it."
"You definitely should" he said suggestively.
"Let me sleep on it, I'll talk to you tomorrow?" I asked.
