I Just Wanna Keep Calling Your Name Novels & Stories

"I'm your mate. You can call me by my name, Ace." "Okay," I whispered. "Are you deaf?" He suddenly growled at me. What have I gotten myself into? "Call me by my name." "Yes, sir." "Repeat after me," he roared. "Ace. Call me that." "Ace," I called, trembling with fear.

What if I was bothering him? “Ivy,” Maria said softly. “Call him.” I looked at her. “He said you could, didn’t he?” I nodded slowly. “Then call.” My fingers tightened around the card. Slowly… carefully… I pulled it out. The name stared back at me. Zayn Kane. Even his name felt… powerful. I took a shaky breath and reached for my phone. My hands trembled as I dialed the number. Each ring felt louder than the last. Once… My heart pounded. Twice… I almost hung up. Three… The call connected. And then, his calm deep voice came up. “Hello….”

Why did every man in my life suddenly want something from me? I drove faster. Then I grabbed my phone. Baxter. I needed Baxter. He would know what to do. At least, I hoped he would. I pressed his name and called. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. I swallowed. "Come on." The road ahead blurred slightly through my tears. The phone kept ringing. I tightened my fingers around the steering wheel. "Baxter, please pick up." The call continued ringing. I stared at his name on the screen. "Baxter..." My voice cracked. "Please pick up.”

My thumb hovered over the call button, heart hammering against my ribs. Just do it. I pressed the button and lifted the phone to my ear, holding my breath as it rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Then-voicemail. His recorded voice, calm and controlled, filled my ear. "This is Icarus. Leave a message." The line beeped. I froze. My throat tightened, words caught in my chest like thorns. I hung up. I couldn't speak. Not like this. Swallowing hard, I tried again.

I stood up and faced the mirror. “You can handle this,” I whispered. With the phone in my hand, I looked at it and battled with myself about whether I would make a call or not. My pulse wouldn’t slow, and my thoughts wouldn’t quiet. Again and again, my eyes drifted to his name in my contact list. Lancy Baby. The nickname made my throat tighten. Just one tap. One call. One truth. I stared at it for a full minute. Then I pressed it. The phone rang.

“I still can't hear it properly. But you know what? I'll make you call me that name tonight, I'll make you scream out that name all night.” Instantly, my jaw dropped. Now I see every reason to regret calling him that name. I have just gotten myself in trouble.

I decide to lie back down on the ground. Wait, I can just call his number. I feel hope, I call Xavier's number and wait for his soft beautiful voice to reply. "This service is not available at the moment, please call back later." Says an automated lady. No. No. No. I drop my phone and hang my head on my arms, which are resting on my knees. I sob uncontrollably. What if he was kidnapped? I want to cuddle up to him, and we don't even have to be doing anything, just being in his presence is so calming for me. I just want his soul, his warmth, him.

My smile widened when I found the phone and quickly dialled his number. Rings kept going, nobody answered and the crazy I was, I kept calling him until my fingers reddened. "Japhet..." I murmured his name with regret and sadness. "Japhet... Why isn't he picking up my call? Does he not remember my number anymore?" "Please, please pick the goddamn call," I chanted as I continued dialling his number like an idiot. "Why must he hurt me like this? What's wrong with me calling him? I just want to hear his voice…

My name where hymns used to live. “Father,” I moan, my nails raking down his arms, my body tightening around him, “I’m so close, please don’t stop, I want to cum with you inside me.” “Say my name,” he pants. “Not Father. My name. I want to hear it when you fall apart.” “Callahan,” I scream, and I shatter around him so hard my vision goes white and my bound wrists yank the stole taut and my pussy clamps down in waves that pull him deeper with every pulse.

"I think about you all the time But I don't need the same It's lonely where you are, come back down And I won't tell 'em your name" It was magic.