Method of Desire

Chapter 39

As I walked into my dorm, the phone rang. I picked it up to see which one of the girls it was for.

"Hello?" I asked and the line was silent for a moment. "Hello?"

"It is you. Hey honeypot." Marlon said through the phone. My heart dropped, this was the first time I heard his voice since he left. "I can't stay on for long because it's long distance."

"I miss you." I breathed into the phone and he chuckled on the other end.

"I miss you too, baby. There's a lot of ladies here but none of them would ever amount to you." Marlon's muffled voice said through the line. At the time, long distance calls were even fuzzier than normal ones.

"Do you have any girls at the moment?" I asked with a pout. There was a pause on the other end, and then he cleared his throat.

"You're the only girl who has made a mark on this stone heart." He answered back smoothly. "And I think about you all the time."

"When?" I asked, peering closer to the phone.

"When I wake up, and I look next to me and where not there." Marlon said through the phone. "When I'm out at night, and I'm around all these LA lights but not with you. You'd love it here."

"I'd love to see it." I smiled, and then Marlon continued with his thought.

"When I'm alone in this shithole apartment. I'm with other guys, and I have my own bedroom which is luck. But when I'm laying in bed, all I can imagine is you riding on me." Marlon mumbled into the phone.

I was shocked. It was the first time I spoke to Marlon in months and he already was telling me about his cock. I looked down the hall, and the ladies weren't out tonight.

Marlon let out a shaky breath on the other end, and I heard the phone moving a bit. "I think about having my cock inside of you all the time."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the phone as I listened. Marlon huffed, "I can imagine you stripping in front of me...."

He paused again. "Are you listening?"

"Yes." I said breathlessly.

"I want to see you looking up at me Patricia, and I want to put my cock in your mouth." Marlon moaned out from the other side. "And then, I want to see you take it all for me."

"You know I would..." I said quietly into the phone.

"And I want you to subdue to me again. I want you on your hands and knees and I want to hear you scream while I smack your ass.

"Keep going." I said, leaning into the corner that the phone was in. I lifted my hand in my skirt, and began rubbing my heat.

"And I want to see how wet you'll get over my hard cock." Marlon spoke into the phone. "And then I won't to fuck you."

"Yes!" I exclaimed into the phone.

"Are you touching yourself?" Marlon asked, and I just exhaled. "Answer me."

"I am." I spoke quietly, my hand moving around under my skirt.

"Are you thinking of me?" Marlon asked and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"I want you, Marlon." I spoke back and he huffed again.

"How badly? It can't be as much as I want you." Marlon moaned out into the phone.

"Next time I see you, I'm going to ride your prick until you can't cum anymore." I spoke into the phone, still rubbing myself with my other hand.

Marlon made noises on the other end, and vocalized words I couldn't comprehend. "Fuck."

There was static, and the operator came on.

"Your long distance call—" I hung up the phone and took my hand out of my pants. Straightening my dress, I continued down the hall to my dorm.

Past Betty doing bust exercises, past Francesca who was saying her nightly prayers, past Doris and Helen who were so obviously having sex and to my dorm, where Joan pretended to not have been sucking off her boyfriend.

This heat was torture, and it was way too early in the year to be feeling it to this extent. Those hot days leave us unable to move, but funny enough by nightfall all we could do was move with our lovers.

Marlon was somewhere in California cleaning up the mess he probably just made on his ripped stomach, I was certain of it. I laid in my bed and closed my eyes, remember what it was like being next to Marlon.