Page 7 of Last Minion Standing
“I have my ways. But you never answered my question. Are you touching yourself?”
I thought for maybe a nanosecond about hanging up, but as usual, my hormones did my thinking, and instead, I put him on speakerphone and placed my cell on the pillow beside me.
“I’m naked,” I told him huskily. “And very, very wet.”
Drake groaned. “Oh, baby. You are so fucking hot. Squeeze your tits for me and pinch your nipples.”
Forget my earlier irritation. His words were totally what I needed right now. I wasn’t ashamed to admit having him give me orders of a sexual kind excited me. I grabbed my breasts and eagerly obeyed. Since I found myself already aroused, this touching on his command just heightened my pleasure, and I moaned.
“Just so you know, babe, I’ve got my hand around my cock. It’s so fucking thick and hard right now. I’m imagining it between your tits, the tip of my shaft touching your lips.”
My hand found Bob, and I slid him between my breasts, which I pushed together. I licked the tip, imagining it was a real pulsing rod, Drake’s rod.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“I’ve got my dildo between my tits, and I’m sucking it,” I answered honestly.
“Fuck.” The expletive was followed by some heavy breathing. “You’re going to make me lose control, babe. Put your dildo between your legs. I want you to rub it against your clit. It’s what I intended to do to you tonight. I was going to rub your little nubbin with my cock until you squirmed and juiced yourself.”
His words painted a vivid picture, and I almost came, especially when I rubbed my rubber toy against my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured Drake above me, his thick prick poking at me as I arched my hips, begging for him to fuck me. Faster, I frictioned my swollen nub, my breath coming fast.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“I want you to fuck me,” I panted. “Slide your cock into my pussy and fuck me hard.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “I’m inside your sweet pussy now. Can you feel me, pounding you?”
I slammed my dildo in and pumped myself hard. “Yes,” I cried. “Harder.”
He didn’t speak, just grunted, and I mewled as I slammed my phallus in and out.
“Come for me,” he said in a strained voice.
And I did, keening as my channel, with a mighty quiver, finally crossed the edge into pleasure. Blissful waves made my sex contract hard, and I cried out with each pulse. I heard Drake shout as he found his own release.
Finally sated, I slid my dildo out of my happily throbbing pussy and grabbed the phone. “Thank you for calling Sally’s phone sex service,” I said in a sultry tone. “Expect a bill for thirty-nine ninety-five. Bye.”
Then I hung up. Great phone sex didn’t mean I forgave him his laughter. He’d have to work harder to gain my forgiveness. On his knees, sucking my pussy, for starters.
With a smile, I went to sleep.
Chapter Six
Drake grinned as he hung up the phone. Talking to Sally—and masturbating together—was well worth the favor he’d cashed in with his buddy over at HOE. He’d also used another IOU to dig up all the information available about the woman he’d soon take as mate.
Their eventual joining was just a matter of time. Fighting it would just delay the inevitable, and besides, it looked as if his beast had chosen well. She embodied everything he loved in a woman from her long dark hair, perfect for pulling on, to her luscious, curvy frame made to cushion a man’s body. Correction, his body. He got the impression life would never be boring with Sally around—and the sex? Cataclysmic. Drake’s cock stirred.
As a shifter, part of his heritage included the fact that, when he least expected, he’d encounter his mate, the one who would complement him and his beast. Drake never imagined he’d find his so soon, but having met the sexy Sally, he couldn’t wait to make her his, a sentiment his beast growlingly echoed.
He’d found the background info on her very interesting, especially the parts blacked out with “Classified” stamped over them. From the sounds of the sections he could read, she was one tough cookie capable of dishing it out. She also harbored a naughty streak judging by some of her escapades, those that hadn’t been censored. He—and his beast—really liked her naughty side, and he looked forward to tasting it firsthand.
Flipping on the television to distract him before he called her again for another round of phone sex, he first checked out the human channels, but other than infomercials and the weather network, there wasn’t much to watch. He hit the special button on his remote and tuned to HBC. To his disbelieving eyes, the object of his lust appeared. Muttering to his beast to shut up, he turned up the volume.
“Do you have what it takes to become this stunning lady’s sidekick? Imagine working daily in close proximity to this goddess of latex, her every wish your desire. Only the strongest, brightest, and slyest need apply. First round in the elimination is...”
Drake listened to the rest of the broadcast before he turned off the television. He got up and paced. When he’d heard about the Hellbook posting of Sally looking for a superhero name and sidekick, he’d easily laughed it off; after all, new groups popped up daily on HB and never went anywhere. But someone had latched onto Sally and her quest, pushing her into the spotlight, where males of all kinds could drool and compete to work closely with her. Not to mention, whoever wanted her hurt or out of the soul retrieval game would not be happy at her newfound fame, probably painfully so. Drake growled, even before his beast had a chance to.
She’s mine. I must protect her, even from herself. What to do though? She’d probably signed contracts to abide by the terms of the contest, and knowing Hell’s lawyers, the consequences of breaking them would be severe. Which left only one alternative.