Page 42 of Shut Up and Score
The messages light me up in all the worst (best) ways.
GoldenSpiral23: You’re trouble. The kind I want to get lost in.
I smirk, thumb flying across the screen before I can stopmyself.
Me: Say that again. Slower this time. Maybe while I’m sucking your fingers into my mouth and pretending it’s something else.
Three dots. Then nothing. Then again—three dots.
Come on, shy boy. Give me something.
Finally:
GoldenSpiral23: I’d bury them deep in your mouth. Just to hear how pretty you sound with your lips full.
Holy fuck. My hips roll off of the mattress before I can stop them, pressure building fast.
Me: Don’t tease me unless you’re ready for the consequences.
GoldenSpiral23: What if I want them?
I suck in a breath.
This is getting dangerous. Delicious.
Me: Then get on your knees. Open wide. And don’t stop until I’m shaking.
GoldenSpiral23: Fuck. You’re going to ruin me.
Me: That’s the idea.
I bite down on my knuckle, trying not to groan out loud. My hand’s already there, sliding lower again, coaxing. I wantto keep going, to keep teasing him until he begs, but my phone buzzes again.
GoldenSpiral23: Tell me what you’d do to me if I were there.
Oh, baby. You asked for it. My palm moves slow, teasing over my cock. I want this to last.
Me: First, I’d make you sit on the edge of the bed. No touching. Hands at your sides. Just me between your knees, licking you slow, like I’ve got all night. Because I do.
I hit send, watching the screen. I’m pushing it. But I want to. Need to. So I keep going.
Me: Then I’d pull back just when you start begging. Let you watch as I stroke my cock for you, close enough to taste. You wouldn’t even know where to look. Me? Or your own dripping cock twitching for attention?
I fist myself, lazy and slow, the mental image painted so clear it’s almost tangible.
Another message.
GoldenSpiral23: Jesus. I think I just whimpered out loud.
My grin is wicked now.
Me: Good. I wanna hear it next time.
That earns me a pause, longer than before.
GoldenSpiral23: Are you trying to kill me?
Me: Only if you die with my name on your lips.
