Page 113 of Shut Up and Score
My thumb hovers over the keyboard, and my brain is a blur of need and bad decisions.
I should stop. I should delete the app. I should…
My cock twitches, and my resolve cracks like thin ice.
I unbutton my jeans, tug the zipper down, and my cock springs free—hard, flushed, already dripping at the tip. I fist it and groan, letting my head fall back against the bed.
The camera app opens with a swipe. One hand wraps around my length, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, the other lifts the phone. I angle the shot low, catching the veins along my shaft, the glint of pre-cum, and just enough of my abs to make him crazy.
Snap.
I glance at it. Filthy. Perfect. My cock lookshungry.
I send it.
Seconds later, the typing bubble appears. My heart pounds hard, echoing in my ears.
GoldenSpiral23: Fuck…
You trying to kill me?
I grin, slow and wicked, letting my thumb slide over the slick tip of my cock just to tease myself.
Me: Thought you wanted to see what you do to me.
Another long pause. Another bubble.
GoldenSpiral23: I’m hard as hell. I can’t stop thinking about your mouth. About you making me beg.
A shiver runs down my spine. I pump my cock in my fist, faster now, imagining him on his knees in the same way he was in that hotel, sweat-damp hair, those hazy, desperate eyes looking up at me.
Me: Bet you’re already touching yourself.
I don’t wait for a reply. I send another pic: my cock fully gripped in my hand this time, thumb rubbing over the piercing. I let a little of the slick pre-cum catch the light.
GoldenSpiral23: Jesus Christ, Micah.
Seeing my name on my screen does something primal to me. Like I’m already there, and I already own him.
GoldenSpiral23: I want you.
The rational voice in my head doesn’t stand a chance.
Me: Then come over.
No hesitation.
GoldenSpiral23: Give me ten minutes.
I throw the phone down and scrub a hand over my face, heart racing, cock still throbbing in my fist. My pulse is a roar in my ears.
I told myself I’d pull back. That I’d keep control.
Yeah. Right.
Instead, I’m about to let Golden Boy into my room to destroy us both all over again.
The knock comes nine minutes later.
