What I Did While My Boyfriend Was Calling Me on My Mobile

Elena was lying on her side on the living-room sofa, the phone wedged between her ear and shoulder and her fingers idly playing with the hem of the T-shirt she was wearing. It was one of Daniel’s old shirts, her boyfriend’s. It was too big on her, fell to mid-thigh, and left the white lace of her underwear on display. It smelled like him. Or it almost no longer smelled like him, after three weeks alone in the flat.

“I miss you, my love,” she said in a low voice, almost a childlike whisper. “Every night I struggle to sleep without your arm around my waist. When are you coming back?”

On the other end, Daniel sounded tired. He’d had too many airports, too many identical hotel rooms, and that night he was getting the jealous version of himself.

“Soon, darling. Ten more days and I’m back. It’s just that… I don’t know. I’ve been turning it over all afternoon. I feel sick thinking you’re on your own. Especially when I think about Adrián. The guy you were with before. Tell me the truth, have you had any contact with him since we’ve been together?”

Elena smiled against the receiver. Half a meter away from her, at the other end of the same sofa, was Adrián. Completely naked. Reclining against the back with his legs apart and a calm, almost amused smile, as if all of it were a game he already knew by heart.

“Daniel, I swear that chapter is closed,” she replied, without taking her eyes off her ex. “Adrián is ancient history. You’re the only man I can imagine anything serious with. Don’t keep worrying about it, come on.”

While she spoke, she extended her free hand and closed it over Adrián’s cock. She began stroking him slowly, up and down, feeling him harden beneath her fingers in a matter of seconds. He said nothing. He only settled a little more comfortably on the sofa and let his head fall back.

“Really, Elena? Because if I found out about something like that, I…”

“Daniel,” she cut in sweetly. “Stop. You love me and I love you. That’s it.”

She leaned toward Adrián without letting go of the phone. She pressed her lips to him in a slow, almost tender kiss. Then she stuck out her tongue and began to trail it over him calmly, drawing circles slowly, tasting him as if she had all the time in the world. Adrián let out a deep sigh, almost imperceptible, and opened his knees a little wider.

“What was that?” Daniel asked, puzzled. “I heard a strange noise.”

“Nothing, darling, I just stretched out on the sofa. Tell me, how was your day?”

And while he started telling her about the client in Hamburg and Thursday’s meeting, Elena opened her mouth and took her ex between her lips. Slowly. Just the tip at first, sucking gently as if she were licking a big candy. The first wet sound escaped her without meaning to.

“Elena, what are you doing?” Daniel asked. “It sounds like you’re eating something.”

She pulled away for a second. A fine thread of saliva stretched between her lips and Adrián’s cock.

“I’m snacking on a chocolate,” she answered in a playful voice. “One of those filled ones, the big ones. It’s creamy inside, it’s melting in my mouth. I have to eat it slowly.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, more relaxed now.

Elena leaned in again. This time she took him deeper, almost halfway down, and started moving her head in a slow but steady rhythm. Her cheeks hollowed with every suck. Saliva began to slide down the shaft and wet her fingers. Adrián placed his palm on the back of her neck, not pressing, just guiding the movement of her head.

“Those noises are really weird, Elena. Are you sure it’s a chocolate?”

She pulled back again. Her lips were shining and her chin was starting to glisten. She drew in a deep breath before answering, pretending to be patient.

“My love, it’s stuffed full. My whole mouth is full. If I were doing something weird, do you think I’d pick up the phone and talk to you this calmly? Don’t be silly, come on.”

And she went down on him again. Now with more eagerness. She took him deeper, let him brush the back of her throat, pulled off with an obscene sound, and slid him back in. Saliva dripped from her chin to her neck and soaked Daniel’s T-shirt. Adrián began to move his hips very slightly, meeting her, without taking his eyes off her.

“I love you so much, my love,” she murmured, pulling away for an instant, her voice a little rough. “I want to see you so badly you have no idea.”

“And I want to see you, Elena. I want to see you too.”

She took her ex back into her mouth. She alternated between sucking the tip with quick pulls and going down to the base, enduring the seconds her throat could tolerate before she had to break away to breathe. When Daniel told her something about a coworker, she answered with affectionate monosyllables. When she stopped to breathe, she licked him slowly from top to bottom, tracing every vein with the tip of her tongue.

Adrián, barely moving his lips, whispered very softly:

“You’re a dirty little slut. Take it all the way down.”

Elena felt a shiver and obeyed. She lowered her head until her nose almost brushed his pubic mound, held it there for a few seconds with tears in her eyes, and pulled away coughing silently. A thick strand of saliva remained hanging between her lips and his cock.

“My love, I have to go into the meeting,” Daniel said at that moment. “I’ll call you when I get out, okay? I love you.”

“And I love you,” she answered in a rough, broken voice. “Talk later.”

She hung up. She dropped the phone on the cushion and stayed there for a second, staring at Adrián with swollen lips and a wet chin. Then she let out a low, almost hysterical laugh.

“I’ve spent half an hour sucking you while he was asking me if I’d seen you again,” she said. “I’m soaking wet. Fuck me now. Like before. Like you always did.”

***

Adrián did not waste a second. He grabbed her by the wrists, laid her back on the sofa, and pried her legs open with his knees. Daniel’s T-shirt rode up to her waist. The white underwear at the center was darkened, completely soaked through.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget your boyfriend’s name,” he murmured, pushing the lace aside with two fingers.

“Don’t bother being gentle,” she replied, lifting her hips toward him. “Do it for real.”

He pushed in slowly, letting her feel every inch. Elena let out a long, guttural moan, clinging to his shoulders and digging her nails into him. When he entered her completely and held still, she had to close her eyes for a second so she wouldn’t come right then and there.

“God. I’d forgotten what this was like,” she panted.

“Liar.”

He started moving. Slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in with a hard slap that made her moan loudly. The sofa creaked beneath them. Elena had her heels braced against the backrest and her back arched. Every time he went in all the way, she let out a different sound: a moan, a gasp, a half-formed word.

“Harder,” she begged. “Please.”

Adrián sped up. His hips slammed into hers in a dry, rhythmic beat. He gripped her breasts over the soaked T-shirt, squeezed them, bit her neck just below the jaw. Elena screamed the first time she felt the orgasm rising up her legs. Her whole body tensed, her thighs trembled, and her cunt clenched hard around him.

But he did not stop.

“Not yet,” he told her in her ear. “Get up. I want you on top.”

He sat in the middle of the sofa and pulled her up by the hips. Elena, still shaking, straddled him and lowered herself slowly onto him. She let out a long moan when she felt him fully inside her again.

“Ride me,” he ordered. “Until you come again.”

She started moving, slowly at first, bracing her hands on his chest. Her breasts bounced under the T-shirt. Adrián pulled it up to her neck, took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard while gripping her ass with both hands, helping her move faster.

“You’re addictive,” he panted. “Every time I have you on top of me, it gets harder to let you go.”

“Then don’t let me go,” she answered without thinking, lost in the rhythm.

He slapped her thigh, almost as a warning, and made her speed up. Elena clung to him and let herself go. She rode him with her whole body, her tousled hair falling over her face, sweat running between her breasts. The second orgasm caught her by surprise, rising faster than the first. When it came, she collapsed on him, trembling, with her forehead pressed to his shoulder.

“I’m not done with you,” Adrián whispered in her ear, still not pulling out.

He lifted her with a firm motion, without separating from her, and turned her over on the sofa. He put her on all fours with her ass raised and her back arched. She obeyed without thinking, offering herself as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Like that,” he murmured, landing a sharp slap on one cheek. “That’s exactly how I’m going to fuck you now.”

He drove back in with a single thrust. Elena let out a muffled cry into the cushion. From that position she felt him even deeper, more invasive. Adrián began to thrust hard, gripping her hips, leaving red marks with his fingers. The sound of bodies slamming together filled the living room.

Then he leaned over her back, tugged gently on her hair to arch her more, and whispered in her ear:

“Call Daniel.”

It took Elena a few seconds to process what he was asking.

“W-what…?”

“Pick up the phone. Call him. Tell him you miss him. And don’t you dare hang up.”

He gave her other cheek a slap, harder this time, without stopping his movement inside her. Elena felt a shiver. A mixture of filth, shame, and pure arousal that ran down her spine. Her pussy clenched violently around him. She reached for the phone with a trembling hand, unlocked it, and dialed the number.

Daniel answered on the third ring.

“Elena? Is something wrong?”

“N-no, love,” she managed, trying to control her voice while he kept driving into her from behind. “I just… I just wanted to hear you for a second. I miss you so much.”

Adrián smiled against her nape and picked up the pace. The thrusts were short, fast, hard. Elena had to bite the cushion hard to muffle a moan.

“That’s sweet, darling. I miss you too. Are you okay? Your voice sounds strange.”

“I’m… I’m doing a little exercise on the living-room rug,” she lied. “That’s why I sound like this.”

“Ah, of course, of course. Hey, I was going to call you in a little while because…”

Adrián pushed especially hard at that moment. Elena bit her lip until it hurt. Tears ran down her cheeks, half from pleasure, half from pure filth. She felt she was about to come for a third time.

“I love you, Daniel,” she said quickly, almost out of breath. “I love you so much. You’re the best thing I have in my life. Do you know that? You’re everything to me.”

“And you to me, my love. You’re very affectionate today.”

She covered the microphone just in time to let out a long, choked moan into the cushion. The third orgasm shook her whole body. When she finally managed to breathe again, she put the phone back to her ear.

“Sorry, my love, I’ve got a coughing fit. I’ll call you later, calmly, okay? I love you.”

“And I love you. Take care.”

She hung up. She dropped the phone on the sofa. And only then did she let out the scream she’d been holding in for half an hour.

Adrián slipped out of her with a wet motion, turned her around, set her on her knees on the floor, and stroked himself a couple of times in front of her face. Elena opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue without him having to ask. She knew perfectly well how this ended.

When he came, it was long and abundant. It splashed onto her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, her neck. Elena stayed on her knees, eyes closed, letting him finish on her without moving. Her face was soaked, her hair stuck to her temple, Daniel’s old T-shirt wrinkled and stained.

She slowly ran her tongue over her lips, tasting him, and opened her eyes.

“The shower’s at the back,” she said with a husky smile. “If you get in with me, I’ll let you keep going wherever you want.”

Adrián looked at her in silence for a second. Then he held out his hand and helped her up from the floor.

The phone was still vibrating on the sofa. Daniel had sent a message. “I love you so much, darling. You’re the best girlfriend in the world.” Elena read it out of the corner of her eye on the way to the bathroom and did not reply.

She would reply later.