Smooth Operator

Three

"Fuck baby, that's it," Harry moaned into the phone, panting as he listened to Brielle gasp as she fucked herself with her vibrator.

"I'm gonna come," she whined, breathless.

"Not yet," he instructed as he pumped his cock faster. "You can wait for me, can't you?"

"Oh my god, Harry. If you don't come-"

"What are you gonna do, Brielle?" he questioned, his smirk filtering through the phone.

"Shit," she cursed under her breath, tingles shooting up her spine from the constant vibration against her g spot. She couldn't stop moaning, willing herself not to come even though she was right on the edge, ready to topple over.

"So good for me." Harry's low voice came through the phone again only to make her whine. He was grunting with every pump of his hand around his cock. He wanted to come so badly, but he wanted to make them both hold out as long as possible even more. He loved how loud Brielle got when he made her wait; finally letting her come once she was desperate and her cunt was no doubt pulsing uncontrollably.

"Harry, please," she whined again as her core fluttered around the vibrator.

"Wanna come with me?"

He couldn't wait anymore. His cock was begging for it, precum dripping from his tip. He was sweating and his skin felt like it was on fire. The way Brielle begged through the line, the way she gasped and moaned his name as she tried to hold off made him desperate for both of their releases.

"Yes," she moaned deeply, the frustration evident in her tone.

"Come on then, come for me baby," he groaned deeply as he listened to her gasp.

He listened to the guttural moan she released before she groaned "fuck" so low it made his stomach clench. And then moan after moan fell from her lips as she came, making him follow right behind her, his orgasm so strong it painted his chest and stomach.

She started laughing as she came down, cursing softly into the phone. "I hate you," she chuckled.

"No you don't," he muttered as he tried to catch his breath.

Brielle hummed in response as she sank into her mattress. The sun was streaming in through her open blinds, casting shadows across her room. She lifted her head to look at the cable box below her TV that read 3:47pm. This was her favorite way to spend her Saturday afternoon now.

For weeks, Brielle and Harry had their little routine. He usually had guitar lessons throughout the morning on Saturdays but would go home as soon as he was done. Mainly so that an impatient Brielle could call him and they could get off together.

The first time it happened, Harry texted her a link to a YouTube video of Will Ferrell and the cast of Anchorman doing a skit on SNL singing Afternoon Delight. He was finishing packing up his guitar and things from his last lesson when she replied with a simple text saying I could go for an afternoon delight.

He was home an hour later, fucking himself, still fully dressed, only his cock pulled from his pants as he listened to her come on the other end of the phone. That was over a month ago, and ever since one of them would text afternoon delight? to the other once they were ready. Either Brielle once brunch with the girls was finished or Harry once he was finished guitar lessons. Whoever was done first sent the text and within the hour they were in their beds in the middle of the afternoon getting off together.

Brielle pulled a tee shirt on before she took her phone to the kitchen with her, laying it on the counter as she fixed herself a cup of coffee.

"What are you doing?" Harry chuckled, "can hear you rufflin' around."