Chapter 113
Ethan
A week after the elevator madness.
“No, you don’t understand! I can’t just call her, Maddox…No, bad idea. Freya fucking hates me, and I don’t know how to save….whatever it is that we have. Fuck! I’m gutted!” I stare up at the ceiling, beyond frustrated
I should probably speak to a professional but nah, I’m not doing that. Tin too proud to speak to a therapist or even begin trying to hire one. So, yeah, here I am lying on my office couch. Maddox is here, too. He is sitting in my chair with a notebook in his lap. I hate to admit it, but I actually need my meathead brother since I’m too stubborn to hire a real therapist.
Maddox strokes his imaginary beard thoughtfully. “Hmm, yes. Tell me more about these feelings of rejection. When did they first manifest?”
I roll my eyes. “Dude, can you not?”
“I’m trying to be supportive here. Maddox huffs. “This is what therapists do, right? Ask probing questions and shit?”
“You’re not a therapist.” I remind him. “You’re my idiot brother who happens to be occupying my chair on a Friday night.”
Maddox gasps in mock offense. “Excuse you, I’ll have you know I’m highly qualified. I’ve watched at least three episodes of Dr. Phil”
Despite my foul mood. I chuckle. “Oh yeah? And what pearls of wisdom did the good doctor impart?”
“Well, Maddox says, adopting a serious expression, “he said that communication is key in any relationship. So maybe you should. I don’t know, try talking to Freya instead of moping around like a lovesick puppy!”
I
STORM and cover my face with my hands. “How Every time I try to talk to her, I end up doing something stupid.”
“Like cornering her in an elevator and making her give you a blowjob! Maddox asks dryly.
I peek through my fingers to glare at him. “How do you even know about that?”
Maddox shrugs. “I have my sources. Also, you might want to consider not doing sexual stuff in elevators with security cameras, genius.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “I didn’t even think about that.”
“Clearly,” Maddox snorts. “Don’t worry, though I already deleted everything. It was hot, though. Not gonna lie. Watching it might have made me bisexual”
“Don’t fucking go there.”
He snors. “I came like three times-
“Oh my fucking god, shut up!”
Maddox keeps laughing and I sit up to throw a pillow at my disturbed twin brother. It does nothing to silence him, but luckily, my phone starts ringing.
I look down and see that it’s Freya.
“Uh–oh,” Maddox comments. “I know that face–something terrible has happened?
“Maybe,” I keep my eyes trained on the phone. “Freya is calling me
“You not gonna answer!”
Honestly, I don’t want to. I already regret leaving Freya in the elevator after she bruised her knees, and I bet she is calling to cuss me out..which I
sort of deserve.
Sighing. Epick up “Hello!”
“Hi” Freya says into the phone and giggles. Is she drunk!
“I_wmmm…..ne you alone?” she asks.
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I give Maddox a look and he immediately gets up from my chair to leave the room. Once he is stumbling out the door, I respond to her question.
“I am why!”
Something that sounds suspiciously close to a moan fills my ear, and I freeze.
“Are you okay?”
The same sound–louder this time–hits my ear, and there’s no doubt about it now: Freya is touching herself to the sound of my voice. That’s why she is calling me at this hour.
“Freya,” I say, my voice dropping low, “are you touching yourself right now?
on thinking
og about you
you Ethan.
han, About your hand
hands on me, your
on me, your mouth…
Another breathy moan answers
ers me. “Y–yes,” she whimpers. “I can’t stop
My cock instantly hardens at her words, and I walk over to the door to lock it. And while I know Freya is most likely drunk to be bold enough to call me, I can’t bring myself to hang up the phone. It would probably break her. Instead of making her feel rejected. I should help her get off. It’s the least I can do after the elevator incident.
I take a seat in my chair, my hands already fumbling with my belt. “Fuck, baby. Tell me what you’re doing”
“I’m she pauses, breathing heavily, “I’m rubbing my clit. Imagining it’s your tongue.”
A groan escapes me. “My tongue?”
“Y–yes” Freya mewls. “My panties are soaked.”
“Take them off.” I command. “I want you to slide two fingers inside that pretty pussy
sy for me-
There’s rustling on the other end of the line, then a sharp gasp. “Oh god, Ethan…”
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on your fingers and pretend it’s my cock.”
Freya’s moar
‘s moans grow louder, more desperate. “It’s not enough,” she whines. “I need you inside me.”
“Soon.” I promise her, even though I can hardly make that decision when she is drunk. “But not tonight, baby. You will need to finish this on your
“H–how?”
“Keep touching yourself while imagining it’s my head between your legs. I want you to imagine my tongue licking slow circles around murmur, my voice husky. “Can you feel it, baby? How I’d tease you, building the pleasure bit by bit?”
your clit,” I
Freya whimpers. “Yes oh god, Ethan…”
to her b
breathy moans. “Now picture me
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let yourself feel good. You deserve it,” I stroke myself as I speak, matching my pace to sliding two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spot that makes you see stars.”
“Ethan!” she cries out. I can hear the wet sounds of her fingers moving faster,
“You’re doing so well for me, lioness,” I praise her softly. “So beautiful when you’re lost in pleasure like this. I wish I could see you – your flushed checks, your perfect breasts heaving as you chase your release.”
Freya’s breathing grows more ragged, “Please. I’m so close…”
“I know, baby..
“Lured you!”
“Ten right here and touching myself while listening to your voice, baby”
“But LI can’t ci
You can. Imagine me
sucking on …
on your clit right now. You’re so wet and so fucking tasty when I drag my to cannot get enough of you. You smell so sweet, and you taste delicious. I would die a happy man between your legs. I just want to stay there forever
I drag my tongue through your entrance. I just and worship your dripping wet pussy.”
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“Yes! Oh god yes” Freya wails.
“That’s it, let go for me. Come on
on my tongue, sweetheart. Let me taste how sweet your are”
With a cry of ecstasy, Freya comes undone. I listen to her gasping moans as waves of pleasure crash over her, wishing I was there to hold her through it. But I’m not. I’m here and getting off to her sounds.
The cum landing on my abs is surprising. Freya is the first woman to succeed in making me cum while on the phone…
As her breathing slowly returns to normal. I murmur, “You did so well. Freya”
“Ethan,” she sichs, her voice thick with satisfaction. That was.”
“Amazing.” I finish for her
There’s a pause, and when Freya speaks agam, she sounds more hesitant. “I… I’m sorry for calling you like this. I shouldn’t have-
-Shh, don’t apologize.” I interrupt gently. “Im glad you called. I’ve missed you, Freya”
“You have?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“Of course I have.”
There’s silence again, and I’m terrified she is going to hang up the phone on me. But thankfully, I hear a soft sniffle.
“Ethan.” Freya whispers in this cute voice that makes me want to pick her up and carry her off to bed for a cuddle, “LI want you here. With me
I breathe a laugh. “Lioness, you’re just saying that because you’ve had too much to drink.” Not–drink Freya wouldn’t dare to show herself vulnerable. Not the little fierce lioness I know. She is too proud to admit when she needs proximity.
sort of like another person I know. (me, I’m talking about myself.)
“No,” Freya says in a stubborn tone. “I’m not saying this because I’m drunk. You..you make me horny, and I want more
“Uh–huh?”
“So, um can we
Lean we meet up tomorrow! At a motel?”
“A motel?” I repeat, my heart skipping a beat. “Freya, are you sure?”
She hiccups softly. “Yes. I want to see you To touch you. To be dominated by you. Please, Ethan
of you.”
So she likes it rough? Knowing that makes me feel guilty for not taking care of her in the elevator. I should have cleaned her knees and put ointment on them. Fuck, thinking about it now makes me want to rush to her side and hold her close.
But I can’t go there now She would let me since she is drunk, but the good guy inside of methe exists, I promise knows I can’t take advantage of her
“Sweetheart, I say gently, “you’re drunk right now. How about we talk about this in the morning when you’re sober! I don’t want you to regret anything”
Freya makes a frustrated noise. “I won’t regret it. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”
unile. “Then it should be fine to talk about this tomorrow, yeah?”
Her grumpy attitude makes it hard not to laugh. “I will give you a call tomorrow then”
“I promise”
