Smut 69: Phone Encounter
Detective Jimmy Deakins hung up the phone and put both his hands flat on his desk. For several long minutes he stared straight ahead seeing nothing. His partner put files in front of him and waited for a response. When none came, the man backed away slowly. He'd seen that expression before. Another minute passed and then Jimmy stood, gathered his things and walked out of the building without a word.
"You should stop by tomorrow. She wants to show you a picture she drew."
In all the time they'd been separated, Angie had sworn up and down their daughter was so accustomed to his absences that there was no urgency about arranging visits. She made him fight for every minute with their child. At first he'd felt guilty for being so angry, for not missing his wife the way he should, but the anger won. Once he had Alex in his life the anger only grew. A woman barely out of childhood could show him the tenderness and affection his wife could not.
"She misses you."
There was no logic to it. For months he'd hung on during fights, dying to hear those words, however grudgingly. There were moments he thought maybe she'd say it, but the words hadn't come. Now, when they were discussing legal documents, she said it so casually he wasn't sure he'd heard it right. His first thought was she was playing a game for the courts. If she showed them a pretty face she could get them to deny him any custody or visitation.
"Maybe you could take her for a few hours? It would be good for her."
As he walked around the neighborhood, not noticing how far from the precinct house he was, he thought of something that made his chest ache. Maybe the real issue was that she'd gotten over him. Having given up on their marriage completely, there was no reason to use their daughter as a pawn in the fight. There was no fight, only saying good bye. He found a stoop and collapsed onto it, his head in his hands.
"Great. I'll see you then."
Alex Eames had the house to herself for the first time in longer than she could remember. Her dad was at work. Her mother and little sister were at some church function that would last for hours and her brother was on a sleep over. She had at least two hours, maybe three, before anyone would walk through the door. After taking a ridiculously long shower that left no hot water at all, she pulled on a big sweatshirt and clean panties before climbing into her bed.
Out of habit, she closed her door and locked it. She had to wait another few minutes before she made her call to be certain he was home, so she lay back with her hand on her thigh and thought about what she'd say. She'd never made a dirty phone call before. Given how he tended to laugh at her attempts at sexual sophistication, he would probably laugh at anything she said. She didn't care, though. He'd laugh, but he'd still like it.
She wanted to tell him about how much she liked just being with him. The quiet moments after sex or those just before it was clear they were headed to sex were her favorites. Usually so tense and watchful, he relaxed then. She also loved when he touched her face. His strong fingers could be so gentle. When she realized she was squirming in her bed and her hand moved far enough up her thigh she felt cotton, she reached for the phone. She dialed nervously, then leaned back on her pillows while the phone rang.
He finally picked up on the eighth ring, answering curtly. "Deakins."
Alex laughed softly. "And here I thought I called your apartment, not your precinct."
"Alex. Hey." He sighed deeply and she heard him moving one of the dining chairs around. His next words carried some concern. "Where are you calling from?"
"Home." She stretched luxuriously. "I'm in my bed, alone in the house, with nothing to do but talk to you." She bit her lip. "If you're free."
He didn't answer her for a long moment, then sighed. "Yeah, I'm free, beautiful. What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to talk. We don't ever get to do this." She bit her lip hard enough to make her wince. "I thought it would be nice."
There was another long pause, another much deeper sigh, then he agreed. "It would be nice, honey. Let me get settled while you tell me how you managed to get the place to yourself. Have you finally killed your little sister and buried her out back?"
She laughed loudly. "Like I'd tell you that, big bad copper man. She's at church with Mom. And Dad's at work, before you ask. Last monster is at some buddy's house. He'll be there all night and into tomorrow, thank God."
"That's good, honey. You could use some quiet time." His spoke softly. "I should probably tell you to do homework or something, but I'm too selfish for that."
"I did it all anyway, so you're stuck with me."
On the other end of the line, Jimmy swallowed hard. He wasn't stuck with her. No matter what happened with Angie, he would always count himself lucky for every minute with Alex. For now he was a thrill. What would he be when he was legally free? "It's not like that, Alex. You know how much I enjoy spending time with you."
She laughed and he could see her blush. "Yeah, yeah. I know." Her voice changed, suddenly sounding very grown up. "How was work? Nothing too hairy I hope."
After another swallow and a pause before he could answer, Jimmy kept his voice even. "No. Mostly indoors today. Hairiest thing was my partner." He let her laugh for a while, his mood softening a little. "Thank you for asking."
"Hey, I know the drill. Some days are nothing, some days are the worst."
Maybe that was his mistake. He shouldn't have married a woman from such a sheltered background. Angie didn't always understand the realities of life. No, that wasn't fair. She worked hard, respected that in him. Or he though she did. "Yeah. Today was a nothing day."
He knew he sounded flat. He should just hang up and tell her to watch TV or something. Her next words confirmed it for him. "Jimmy, what's wrong? Is it not okay that I called?"
He sighed deeply and turned to lay flat on the couch. "I'm going to see my daughter tomorrow night after shift."
"Oh, Jimmy, that's great! You must be thrilled." She practically squealed and he felt awful. The girl was seventeen. Why should she be worrying about his kid? "Are you going to do something special? No, just seeing her will be plenty special, huh?"
He almost hung up again. She was driving him crazy. If she could only be shallow and childish for a minute, that would be fine. Even her squeal of delight didn't do it. The sound was youthful, but her insight wasn't. "She has a picture to show me. No idea of what."
"It'll be great. She'll show you the picture, you won't be able to tell what it is, and you'll tell her it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen." She laughed. "Dad did that with my sister just the other day."
He laughed with genuine amusement. Her sister was twelve. "What was it?"
"She says it was a lion and a lamb. It was for Sunday school. All I saw was a yellow and a white blur." Alex chuckled. "She was real proud of it, though, and Dad was a champ."
It was always a little odd when she talked about Johnny, but Jimmy smiled. "I'm sure he was. It's a learned skill." He put a hand behind his head and sighed. "I'm not going to be a lot of fun tonight. I had kind of a weird day. I'd hate to bring down your quiet night."
To her credit, she didn't protest immediately. She also didn't take it personally. "You aren't bringing me down, Jimmy. You're confused and sad." He heard her sigh. "I should do something to cheer you up. I'd sing, but that would break your heart."
He laughed. "I'm sure it wouldn't. I'm also sure you can think of something else." He was surprised at the long pause; usually she came back with a quick crack. When she spoke, he had to bite back a laugh.
"I could tell you about school or the book I last read." She paused again. "My idea of something better is to talk dirty. To talk about what we'd do if I were there."
His voice was rougher than he liked when he answered. He should have expected that. She was a serious student in all things. Once they started talking about the things she didn't know and hadn't done, she clearly made it a mission to clear that up. He wondered sometimes what she'd come up with next and now he knew. "Is that something you'd like to do or are you trying to entertain me?"
"Do those things have to be mutually exclusive?"
He laughed. "No, honey, they don't. What would you like to talk about?"
The pause he expected didn't come. She spoke quickly as if she were afraid he'd stop her. "I want to talk about being in public. Some place outside where we might get found."
He groaned, rubbing his eyes hard. The one thing they would never be able to do. Or if they could, not for years. Any discussion of it would be pure fantasy. He took two deep breaths before answering roughly. "Where would we be?"
"At the carnival. Or some carnival."
He groaned again, all too easily picturing her at some arcade game, cheering him on the way she had when he won her the pig. Her dark eyes had shone with such pleasure. For the first time in ages he'd felt like a whole man. He let out a long breath. "What would you wear?"
"Nothing fancy." She laughed. "A skirt, though. I wouldn't wear anything that got in the way of what I want."
"Then no panties?" He could almost feel her blush. When there was no answer, he chuckled. "Nothing in the way, honey. Just your sweet body waiting for me."
"Right, no panties. And a thick enough shirt that I don't need a bra." Her voice was soft, but he smiled at the certainty in it. "And nothing under your jeans, either."
"Right. So you'll find cock and not cotton when you reach in my pants." He knew he was upping the ante rather quickly. She was bold and adventurous, just starting this game was more than most women would do. Pushing was his way of acknowledging that.
Sitting in her bed Alex closed her hand as if she had his cock there to caress. One of the best things about sex with Jimmy was the way he let her touch him. He'd let her run just her fingertips over his cock for almost ten minutes once. She'd asked him why his hands were clenched so tightly, afraid she was doing something wrong.
He answered by tossing her on her back with a thick groan. He lasted just long enough for her to come but not a moment longer. Working to keep her voice even, she teased back. "Unless I buy you some silk. I think that might be good." His low laugh told her she was on the right track.
"Just not black. I'm too pale for it."
"Dark blue." She whimpered. "Dark blue silk briefs. I don't want them to hide anything." She shifted to try and relieve the tension in her belly. "So jeans and silk?"
"Okay. Jeans and silk." He made a low, urgent sound. "And nothing for you but your hot skin."
She had to change the subject quickly or she'd never get them back to the setting she'd suggested. "Great big carnival, all those people, where can we go for you to touch me at all?"
He laughed. "Right out on that bench, honey. You wear a long enough skirt and sit still like a good girl and I'll be able to feel anything I want."
He laughed again at her deep groan. Did he know that when he sat down next to her that day how much she wanted him? She would have gladly climbed into his lap. "I know just the skirt. It's red with white stripes."
"And is it long enough for me to reach under? Can I get my hand up there and spread your damp lips? Won't have much time, you know."
She closed her eyes tightly. They never did. "Will you be kissing me? Or will I have to just sit there?"
"People might notice if I were kissing you." He paused for a moment and she held her breath until he answered. "I wouldn't be able to hide how much I wanted you if I were kissing you." His voice softened. "I like kissing you too much. Everyone would know."
She swallowed. "So you'd just hold me. Keep me right there on your lap." Her free hand went to her crotch, rubbing softly.
"No. You'd have to stay still. I'll be busy."
She rubbed harder. "Of course. Busy. Busy driving me crazy."
"This was your idea, beautiful." He laughed. "I wouldn't be driving you crazy. I'd be working fast to make you come-whispering in your ear about how wet you are, about how tight. I'd use every word to push you over the edge, knowing just my fingers on your clit wouldn't be enough."
"It would be." She bucked against her closed fist. "Your fingers and your breath against my neck would be enough."
"You're touching yourself, aren't you?" His voice was suddenly sharp, demanding, and she jerked her hand away from her crotch. "Tell me."
"Just a little. Really, just-" She shook her head slowly, thinking it through. "You want me to, don't you? If we were together you'd be touching me now."
His voice softened somewhat, but the demanding tone remained. "No, I wouldn't. I'd be getting you to touch yourself in front of me. But for now you can just go ahead and touch yourself while we talk." He groaned. "God knows I am."
Her groan made him grin. He'd unzipped his pants when she mentioned silk. At first it was only to relieve the pressure on his cock. Then it was to slide his fingers over the head, teasing though the cotton. He could see her face. She screwed her face up in concentration as she got excited. Every bit of tension in her body showed in the set of her lips and the angle of her eyebrows.
Any minute her expression would change. A shudder would go through her body and her face would relax. Her breathing would pick up until her chest heaved. He loved entering her at that moment and seeing a kind of confusion pass over her face. He knew that look too. The moment when he was convinced it couldn't feel any better with her. He was always wrong.
She'd said something and he had to ask her to repeat it.
"I'd feel like I was in a porn movie or something. It never looks quite right."
He laughed. "That's because you're straight." He took a deep breath and added softly, "It's also because you prefer to care about your lovers. Nothing wrong with that. Trust me; if I could see you doing it, it would look right." He wrapped his hand around his still cotton covered cock. "You would look beautiful."
"I don't know about that." He could hear her moving around. "I do know thinking about you touching me on that bench is enough that I'm soaking wet. All I can think of is that I couldn't make you come there." She chuckled. "Since I can't get under your skirt the way you can mine."
He closed his eyes tightly and jerked at his cock, thinking of all the ways she very well could make him come on that bench. None of them were practical and some were down right madness. He wanted her on her knees with everyone around to see how much she wanted him. That feeling passed and he sighed. "We'd have to find a place. Some corner tucked behind a tent near a storage locker no one needs."
"Would you fuck me?"
Her voice was so soft he thought maybe he'd missed something again. When his mind filled in the blanks, he smiled. "Do you want me to, honey? If I could find the right place, would you want me to fuck you right there, where anyone could find us?"
"Yes."
The one word answer made his cock leap in his hand. He pushed his boxers down and started to stroke roughly. "Fine. Behind an equipment tent, where no one goes during the day. We can hear everything. People are everywhere but they only come close, not to us. There's a crate and I put you up on it."
He could hear her moving, hear her whimper, but he kept going. Afraid to ask how his storytelling was affecting her, he barreled through. "You'd get your skirt out of the way while I get my pants open. I can see you want to get at my pants but we don't have time. I'm already aching hard from making you come on the bench. I only stop long enough to ask you if you're sure."
"I am. Yes. Please, take me."
"I slam into you so hard you scoot back on the crate." He growled the words, fueled by her plea. "I pull you back to me, driving even harder into you." His eyes were screwed shut and he could see it. Shadows from the tent behind them concealed their hiding place but it couldn't hide the look on her face. That sweet, confused moment. "I've never been harder and you cling to me, holding on as hard as you can while I fuck you. I can't worry about you coming again, honey, we won't have time."
She slid her hand under the waist band of her panties and found her clit. Her body vibrated with need. If he was with her and they talked this way, she'd probably tear his clothes to get at him. "You don't have to worry about me, Jimmy. That would be more than enough to get me off. God." She groaned. "Just talking about it is almost enough."
"Almost. But you're touching yourself, right? Rubbing your fingers in that heat to get you the rest of the way." His voice was so rough and low she strained to hear it. "I wish I could smell you."
She faltered. "You do?"
"God, yes. Even with all the smells of the fairground, I'd still be able to smell you. That and the way you held my cock tight would be how I really knew you are having fun." He laughed. "Since you wouldn't be able to scream my name or anything."
"Oh, right." She went back to rubbing, but more slowly. "I could touch you. Get my hand under your shirt and let you feel my nails. You like that, don't you?" He groaned and she grinned. "Just a little bit, so you have one more clue how much I like it. How…how close I am."
"Honey, I'd know. Even if I couldn't wait, I can still feel it." His voice dropped. "I always know."
She whimpered. "Then you know I'll be right with you. Knowing how close you are will do it for me." She swallowed. "I can feel it, too. You-you get harder. Faster."
"Then we'll come together? I'll hold you so tight I bruise your hips and you'll scratch my chest and then it'll be all over." He sighed. "God, Alex, that sounds so good. You always feel so damn good."
She slid a finger inside herself. "So do you. I love how you feel when you come." Just thinking about how his body went rigid over hers made her groan. "Wish you were-" She laughed. "Wish I was there."
He chuckled. "Yeah. Right here, riding me on my couch." There was a short pause. "I'm close, Alex, just from talking. Should I wait until we get off the phone?"
"Wait? Why?" She had to stop what she was doing. The visual in her mind was too strong.
"No reason, I guess." He was quiet for a moment, then she could hear his breathing getting heavier. "You'd be so tight like that. The position, from coming, because you're just the tightest thing I've ever felt." His voice got lower and rougher. She knew he was close and when he spoke again, she shuddered. "Fuck, Alex!"
She didn't wait for him to recover. She couldn't. Her fingers had been moving the whole time and his curse took any last shred of control she had. Whispering his name, got her fingers back on her clit and rubbed hard. She couldn't form any other words as her body tensed and arched off the bed.
When she came she only moaned. She wasn't even sure she had a good enough grip on the phone for him to hear her. Settling back on the bed, she got the phone settled again and whimpered. "Christ."
On the other end, Jimmy heard her just fine. He lay with his hand still wrapped around his wilting cock and swallowed back a sob. She was unreal. She couldn't have any idea how her willingness and obvious enjoyment affected him. Her next lover would have to take frequent naps.
She laughed nervously and asked if he was still there. "Yeah, I'm here. Just marveling at how you can be so sexy from all the way across town."
"It's a gift."
He groaned. She really didn't have any idea. "Yes, it is. And clever girl that you are, you are doing your best to develop it." He grinned at her laugh.
"Shit, I should go. I just looked at the time."
She sounded annoyed, but not embarrassed and he shook his head. "You go on, Alex. Get cleaned up and put on a happy face."
"I have that. I'll have that for hours."
"So will I." He swallowed. "Thank you, Alex. Thank you for calling. Thank you for taking the time to cheer me up."
"Of course." He could hear her moving around in her room, probably getting dressed. "Hey, Jimmy?"
"Yeah?"
"Give her a hug for me?"
Jimmy closed his eyes so tightly his head ached. "I will. An extra big one."
"Great. Have fun with her."
She was gone a moment later, leaving him holding his phone and his dick. He hung up the phone and wiped his hand clean. It wasn't until he got up to go to the bathroom about ten minutes later that he realized he had tears dried on his face.
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