The Naughty Phone Call

by Ms Hyde

Copyright © 2006

mshydehj7@aol.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fred and Angel do not belong to me. I'm borrowing them from Joss Whedon. Unfortunately, I'll have to give them back once I'm done playing with them.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse: http://mysticmuse.net
Please ask me. I promise to say yes.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Spoilers: None.
Pairing: Angel/Fred

Her phone rang once, twice. She picked up the phone and put it to her ear. She didn't even so much as breathe into the phone. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. She had other activities on her mind.

The voice on the phone asked, "What are you doing?"

She knew who it was immediately. She'd talk to him. "Nothing." She paused, and he waited. "Waiting for you."

"What are you wearing?"

She knew where this was going. He had made her stay behind on the newest adventure, because of their new sleeping arrangements. If one could call what they engaged in, sleeping. There was not a lot of sleeping getting done when they were together.

It was a strange and wonderfully exciting and new development in their relationship. About ten days ago, she woke up in the middle of the night and he was there. He said nothing, just kissed her, caressed her, and touched her until dawn. By the time the sun had shone through the window, he was gone, having made her climax at least six times during the course of the night.

By the time she went to sleep the next night, her room was completely vampire-friendly, by chance the activities of the night before should repeat themselves. She had been asleep for about two hours when he came to her again. He would've been content to just repeat his actions of the night before with no release of his own, but she wanted him to enjoy himself too.

It was a blur of hands and mouths and climaxes. She remembered it as just hours and hours of incredible pleasure. And yet, he still hadn't made love to her. It had only been pleasure by hands and mouths. Although she had put black blankets over her windows, he still left her, reluctantly, in the morning.

The next night she went to bed naked, positive he was going to come to her again. And he had. When he woke her in the middle of the night, he had been completely naked as well. He had positioned himself above her, and she felt his erection nudged between her thighs. He kissed her and rubbed against her to prepare her for the exquisite act. He was an exceptionally skilled lover, as she discovered. In the morning, he stayed with her.

Since that night, he'd spent every night with her. They hadn't talked about what had happened at all. They just enjoyed pleasuring each other. It hadn't really affected their friendship. They just experienced something else at night, behind closed doors.

Once in the middle of the afternoon, he had sought her out. He forced her into a closet, and fucked her good and proper against the wall. To this point they had managed to keep this new aspect of their relationship from the others. They wouldn't understand anyway.

"Fred? What are you wearing?"

She sighed. "Nothing. I'm waiting for you, Angel."

He pulled his car off the highway and managed to hide the car amongst the trees along the side of the road. What was happening to him? He realized that he had somehow transformed into a sex-crazed teenager. He was about to have phone sex, a fancy name for masturbation. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten himself off. With Fred, he couldn't get enough.

He was only twenty minutes from the hotel and her, but he couldn't wait. He'd been thinking about getting back to her all night.

"Are you in the dark?"

"Yes." Slowly she slid her left hand up her abdomen to her right breast and gently squeezed her nipple. If she had been told two weeks ago that she'd be doing this, with Angel, she would've laughed. She felt wicked and desired. It was amazing.

"Do you want me to be touching you?" He was already aroused. Just at the thought of her naked and waiting for him had been enough. He was desperate to free himself of his constricting jeans. He carefully removed his erection from behind his zipper.

"Yes, Angel. Touch me."

"I'm lying beside you. My hand was resting on your stomach. I slide my hand down towards your outer lips." Fred let her hand follow the path he described. She closed her eyes to concentrate on his voice. She concentrated on the pleasure as she began to pleasure herself as he would've done if he were there with her.

She sighed again. "Oh, Angel."

He continued, "I slide my finger along your outer lips. Up and down. Up and down. Are you wet yet?"

"Yes, for you. As you touch me, I run my hand down your chest to your incredible erection. You are so hard. Enticingly, one finger at a time, I wrap my hand around you. I squeeze ever so lightly. My thumb finds the tip, rubbing the slit, coating the tip with the hint of cum seeping out." Angel followed Fred's directions. When he wrapped his hand around his length and squeezed, his head rolled back onto the head rest in ecstasy. He slid down in his seat just a bit to give himself better leverage.

"I slip my middle finger between your folds into you tight, wet heat."

Fred did as instructed. She placed her feet on the bed to giver herself better access. Breathlessly, she moaned, "More, Angel. More."

"I slide another finger within you, and pump them in and out of you."

As Fred did that, she huskily said, "I slide my hand up and down your member, squeezing with every pull. Do you like that, Angel? Tell me you like it."

"Oh, God, yes! I like it so much!"

For a few moments there was silence as they found a pleasing pace. Fred's hips were beginning to meet the thrusts of her fingers. Angel ran his hand up and down his shaft, wishing it were her instead of his own hand.

Finally, Fred moaned. "Angel, I need more!"

"As my two fingers plunge in and out of you, my thumb finds your clit." Her breath hitched and she made the slightest choking noise as her thumb lightly grazed over her nub. Her other hand continued to tweak and pull at her breasts. She alternated between both of them.

Angel continued to pump his erection. More cum had seeped out of the tip, and it worked as a lubricant. His hand continued sliding up and down, creating wave after wave of pleasure.

He continued talking Fred to her orgasm. "My thumb grazes over your clit, up and down. I increase the pressure with every pass." Fred gladly did as Angel said. She was close. She began to mewl.

Listening to her climb towards the inevitable turned him on even more. He felt his own orgasm build. He began to grunt with every pull.

"Oh, God, Angel! I'm so close! I rub you even harder. I want to bring you with me!"

"Yes!" Angel increased his pace.

Fred felt her inner muscles flutter around her fingers. She lifted her hips completely off the bed, increasing the pressure on her bundle of nerves. "OH! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! ANGEL!" She fell over the edge and collapsed on the bed. She let herself feel the effects and made sure to vocalize every moment of it.

Listening to her climax pushed Angel to his. His erection twitched and released his seed. He vocalized his orgasm so Fred knew he came as well. Angel grabbed a few tissues from the box on the seat next to him. He spilled the rest of his seed into the tissues.

Fred was the first to speak. "Wow!"

"I was thinking the exact same thing."

Tentatively, Fred asked, "How far are you from the hotel? How soon can you get here?"

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Fred wanted to ask him to make love to her. Things were strange. She could describe pulling him off, but she couldn't ask him to make love to her. She didn't quite know how to phrase the question. She stumbled over her words. "Will you – Can I – Are – Are you – I want – like…"

Angel knew what she was trying to get at or hint at. "Fred, our night is far from over. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Instantly Fred felt that familiar ache return between her legs in response to his words. "I'm ready."

She sounded so sexy as she had said that. Angel couldn't wait to bury himself to the hilt within her. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

The End

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