Page 38 of The Puck Daddy

Theo groans into the phone. “Fuck. You look good in my jacket, baby boy.”

I moan. Damn. How embarrassing. I didn’t even mean to, but I’ve never had phone sex before, and I don’t know what I’m doing. In the past, I’ve had a few lame attempts at sexting, which pretty much resulted in random dick pics. But this? Hearing Theo’s rough voice in my ear while I squirm on the clean sheets? It’s something else entirely.

“What are you doing over there, sweet boy?”

All I can manage is a breathy, “Daddy.”

“Are you playing with Daddy’s cock without permission?”

Oh fuck. A few days ago, I confessed that the idea of letting my Daddy control my orgasms appealed to me. I’m horny and leaking. And oh-so curious about what Theo will do to me if he finds out that I’m touching myself.

I wrap my fingers around my thick length and begin stroking.

Daddy groans. “Fuck, Aid. I can hear the rustling of my leather jacket. You’re being bad for Daddy on purpose, aren’t you?”

I stroke faster. “Yes, Daddy,” I whine. “I’m being naughty for you.”

“Oh, baby. I wish I was there with you. Tell me what you’re doing. Let Daddy picture how filthy his boy is.”

I bite my lip hard to keep from coming.

“Come on, boy. Tell me what I’d see if I walked through that hotel room right now.”

My eyes wander to the door. Then I close my eyes and pretend he’s there, walking in on me. “I’m in nothing but your jacket,” I reply, voice shaky. “I’m on the bed writhing for you while I stroke my cock.”

His breathing picks up, and I hear rustling on his end. I place the phone on speaker and toss it on the pillow next to me. A snapping sound can be heard, and suddenly I know my Daddy is opening his bottle of lube and coating his thick cock.

“My strokes are fast and desperate,” I moan. “But I’m so empty. Empty for you, Daddy.”

Theo sucks in a sharp breath. We haven’t had penetrative sex yet, but I’m ready. I trust him and need him inside of me.

Daddy groans. “Fuck, baby. Is that what you want? You need Daddy inside of you?”

Hot damn, Theo Walsh is good at the phone sex.

I nod frantically until I realize he can’t see me. “Will you do that, Daddy? Will you stretch me open and fuck me?”

“Yes, sweet boy. I bet that little hole of yours is so tight.”

Oh, my. I never realized how into dirty talk I am. “I’m so close. Please,please, let me come.”

“I’m close too, boy. Go on. Stroke your cock faster. Harder. Pretend I’m there pounding into you.”

My strokes pick up speed, and words tumble from my mouth. I whisper dirty things into Daddy’s ear, telling him how much I need him, how much I want his cock, and what it would feel like to finally have him inside of my tiny hole.

“Keep talking, dirty boy. Don’t stop,” he commands. “Daddy’s about to come.”

I only get a few more words out when he’s shouting into the phone. The thought of me making Theo come pushes me over the edge, and suddenly I’m making a mess all over the sheets.

After a few minutes, Daddy is saying sweet things into the phone. I’m so comfy and sated, I peel off his jacket and pad over to the bathroom while he talks me through cleaning myself up. Then I crawl back into bed and listen to the rich tone of his voice.

Eventually, he sends me a photo of himself cuddled up with Icy in our bed. I fall asleep feeling happy, snuggled up with my pillow, and pretending it’s Theo keeping me safe.

Chapter 20

Wednesdays are reserved for movie night.

Theo

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