73. A Call.

Elena.

It was now 11:00 p.m. and I was back in bed, reading. The room was dark, lit only by my bedside lamp. I didn’t hear from Mr. Deangelo today but I know he called the children. I heard him on the phone to Mia and Diego earlier. Part of me had been a little disappointed that he never calls me. I could not bring myself to understand why he would be so off with me. He had even called most of the pack at least once, all except me. I blew out a deep breath and shuffled around on the bed, annoyed at myself for no reason.

I turned the page a little too aggressively and continued reading. My phone danced across my side table, the name Mr. Deangelo lighting up the screen. My heart instantly raced. It was him!

‘Act casual and professional,’ I reminded myself.

“Hello? Alpha?”

“Hello, Elle,” he purred.

Elle? Oh my god! Did the alpha just purr and call me Elle?

This was definitely a different kind of call.

I bit back my smile. “Hi. Sir.” I greeted.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

“Uhm, I did not mean to wake you up, I must have gotten the time zones mixed up, are you fine to speak right now or do I just hang up” He asked.

“No, it is fine. Did you call to speak to the kids because they are both in bed already right now, so I don’t know...” I trailed off.

“Uh... we could just talk then? How are you? And the kids? What have they been up to?” I ask wanting to keep on the conversation and listen to her voice as much as I could.

He listened as I told him all about our day. Diego had a fundraiser, and Camila and I baking for it. Mia being her usual cranky self, staying at home all day.He teased me about becoming a chef, and I laughed. We continued talking, but it was clear as day that we were both running out of things to say. Still, he did not want to hang up and so did I, I just wanted to keep hearing him speak and breathe.

He soon chuckled, and I could tell he must have been drinking. “We should talk about my gorgeous nanny too, don’t you think?” He threw and my stomach flipped at the tone of his voice.

“Your nanny is well.” I frowned. “Although from the tone of your voice, I have no idea if you are being facetious or salacious,” I whispered.

He laughed a deep belly laugh and I felt it heat my blood as the sound rolled over me. I smiled.

“Let’s just say it’s a lot of one and a little of the other.” He replied.

Trust him to give me a conundrum for an answer.

“How well?” he asked sexily. “How well is my nanny?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “As well as can be expected when the man of the house is away.”

He inhaled sharply, I heard it catching in his throat. What the hell am I doing? This was a dangerous game I was playing. “Where are you?” I summoned the courage to ask.

“At the private pool in the hotel.” He answered and I did not know what came over me but I found myself asking the next question.

“With who?” I asked.

“Definitely not who I want.”

“Who do ou want?”

“You.”

My heart stopped. What the actual fuck was going on here?

“Are you flirting with me, alpha?” I asked, just to be sure that I was not reading too much into this.

“Would it bother you if I was?” My heart began to hammer, “No, it wouldn’t.” I paused for a moment. “Just the opposite, actually.”

I could almost see his smile on the other end of the phone. “I wish we didn’t meet under the circumstances we did?” He said.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I’m so so attracted to you,” he breathed roughly.

My heart was hammering hard, and I scrunched my eyes shut to focus on his breaths. Holy shit, was this happening?

God, I was so fucking aroused by this man, it wasn’t even funny.

“Are you in bed?” He switched.

“Yes.” I responded.

“Touch yourself.” He commanded and my eyes instantly widened.

What the…?

“Put that pretty little hand in that beautiful cunt and tell me what you feel.”

Holy fuck. Holy, fucking fuck. He’s dirty.

“Uhm, okay.” I slid my hand between my legs and swiped through my flesh. “I’m wet,” I breathed.

“Swollen?” I could hear the arousal in his voice.

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Fuck.”

This was insane, and so damn hot.

Deangelo.

As I sat in the dark, the sound of Elena's breathing over the phone turned me on. I could not help but let my hand wander down to my pants as I listened to her talk about the kids. I almost wish she didn't answer the phone, but I was glad she did at the same time. "Hello? Alpha?" she said, her voice raspy with sleep and what seemed to disbelief and who could blame her, I had tried so hard not to call her throughput my stay here and that was exactly what I was doing right now. Of course, she was surprised to see me calling her directly.

The one thing I didn’t anticipate about this night was how much I’d miss Elena. As soon as I woke up in the late evening and the sun started to set below the horizon, I found myself alone by the pool, swigging wine from the bottle, and thinking about my kids’ nanny.

Once last look around and I took of my shorts and sat on the edge, dipping my feet into the cool shimmering water. It was soothing and the cold momentarily pulled me out of my sexy thoughts. But the sloshing noises quickly got me thinking about her.

Her moist, juicy pussy soaking through her pyjamas in the bathroom. Oh my god. To not think about her might be a challenge too far. My cock started to grow, blood plumping the cells, making it harder. I tried to pay attention, tried to be present as it swells and my balls lifted and tightened between my legs. I wanted to be able to describe these sensations somehow. The fluttering feeling. The tightening, pulsing, the heaviness. I reached into the water, scooping up a palmful and drizzled it over my now hard cock. I shuddered as it splashed down my shaft, tingling between my balls. I wrapped my fingers around my dick and ran the flat of my thumb over the head, the dip of my slit where precum oozed.

Oh! To have her lips wrapped around me, her plump ripe pout sheathing her teeth as she devours me, owns me. Will I press my hand to the back of her head? Or will she take charge and suckle me deep, even if she seems naive, I was very sure that I would be able to guide her to perfection.

A tingle ran down my spine and I tugged my cock up, dragging my balls too. It felt good. It felt good to take my time like this, nestling into sensation. I gripped a little harder, feeling the ripple of blood tense my dick further. I squeezed near the tip and yet more precum oozed to the tiny basin of my hole. But I tried to pull myself back, remind myself that this was about me, my sensations. But I could not help it if she was a fucking magnetic muse, could I?

Oh if only she were under the water ready to break surface and dive onto this cock of mine. Sink her mouth down to the root of it and gobble me senseless. The thought sent shivers cascading over my nape and shoulders and I twitched involuntarily. Holy fucking shit.

Oh fuck it, I wanted to visualise her. I would. This was my fantasy now, my wank, I’ve done enough naval gazing, it was time to think about what really gets me off. And today, in this moment, it was her. Thoughts of her sucking me, licking me, riding me. Pulling me into her with undulating hips, taking me deep into her hot wet cunt. Oh how we’d fit, I just know it.

Her voice was now a raspy whisper as I continued to instruct her on how to touch herself while I zoomed out to my very own fantasy island about her. I’d kept the volume low so the nobody could hear us, but part of me wished someone would— even if it was only to bear witness and let me know I hadn’t fallen into some fantasy sex dream. This woman was just fucking incredible.

I couldn’t deny this idea made me uncomfortably hard. My cock was already fighting to escape my boxer trunks, stretching the fabric in a giant tent, but I savoured the moment.

Stroking my hardening length through the fabric of my trunks sent jolts of pleasure through my whole pelvis, making my balls tingle and my cock twitch. I closed my eyes momentarily, my breath quickening as I rubbed myself. God, I wanted to be naked for her.

Pulling down the boxer trunks finally freed my cock and I breathed a sigh of relief as the cooler air sent a tingle of sensation through my hard-on. I took a swig of wine for more courage, then grabbed my cock in a tight fist and rubbed up and down, pulling the foreskin back over the head and then covering it back up. As I kept hearing her own sultry moans, a moan of pleasure fell from my lips and I gulped back dryness.

“Oh, shiiiit…” I moaned, eyes drifting closed as my head fell back. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”

I groaned and moved my hand faster, gripping tighter, tossing the phone aside as I moved my other hand to my balls and squeezed. Little whimpers dropped from my lips as I held back the explosion for another moment, enjoying the ecstasy of being so close to the edge. Then finally I let myself tumble over.

I stretched my whole body, bracing against the chair and the ground as I pushed my pelvis forward and shot my load. It felt like stars flashed in front of me as my cock spasmed and spurted jets of hot cum. I felt strings hit my knees and dribble down over my fingers. I gasped and panted as my balls clenched again and again. The orgasm rolled and rolled, like it would have if I had been fucking Elena’s brains out, then at last with a groan, it started to subside.

“Shit…” I breathed a sigh and gently stroked up my cock, the hypersensitivity making me shudder and gasp.

Holy fucking shit indeed.

What a woman.

I ran my thumb over the tip of my cock to get rid of the last drips of come and carefully got up from my position not letting any of my fluids fall into the water.

As I laid in bed, I decided to check if she was still on the call but eventually, I could hear that she had fallen asleep on the phone. I smiled to myself and started to hang up when I suddenly saw Luca standing in the doorway. I don't know how long he had been there, but I felt like a teenager caught with a girl in his room.

"Is everything okay?" Luca asked, raising an eyebrow. I nodded, feeling embarrassed. "Yeah, everything's fine."

Luca gave me a knowing look before turning and walking away. I shook my head, wondering what the hell I was doing. But I could not help it. I was now definitely addicted to the sound of Elena's voice and moans.

I want more of them.