Page 56 of Play With Me
The thought of it has my hand slowing down and my mind whiting out.
He’s not over me. He can’t be. We still text, and he was just over, kissing me, forcing me to my knees until I was hard and aching. Which is why I’m lying here, trying to find some relief.
He didn’t offer to get me off. He just left to go to class.
My hand moves to my phone, and I stare at our most recent texts.
No way is he over me, not with the drooling emojis he sent me. He liked it that much.
But I call him anyway, just to be sure.
“What’s up? Finally ready to beg?” he says, the most cocky question on Earth.
Just the sound of his voice makes my cock leak.
“Fuck you. I was just making sure you made it to class okay.”
“Oh, I made it and I’m just fine. Still horny since you didn’t get me off.”
“I got you off. Got on my knees and everything. Don’t lie. You’re bad at it.”
My throat is still sore from the fucking he gave it.
“Hm. Debatable. It wasn’t twice, which is what I require now that I’ve met you, Witkoff. Seems you’ve made me insatiable.”
I push the plug into me once more, swearing he can hear the squelch of it.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I murmur, pulling it out and then shoving it back in. It makes me grunt, but not the good kind. The frustrated kind. The kind of frustration that comes from a cock not being big enough.
Seems I’m a power bottom and a size queen. I want it big and thick. I want it all the time.
“You’re fucking yourself, aren’t you? You ready to beg so I can take over?”
“No.” But even as I say that, my mind screamsPlease, come fuck me. Hurry.
“I could be over after class. I could blow your mind. We’d have all night.”
“I have practice.”
“After that, then. Before and after.”
I groan and continue shoving the plug into myself, feeling my body break out into a sweat.
“Say it, Myles. Fucking say it. I’m dying too.”
I can’t help it. The way he says my name, a plea.
My voice cracks when I cry out, “Fuck me. Please. Now you tell me how much you want it.”
“I fucking want you. I think about you all the time. Be ready for me, baby.”
The phone hangs up, and I lie there, feeling the heat of embarrassment flood through me. I can’t believe I caved, that it was so easy. But all the shame welling up inside of me dissipates when the door opens thirty minutes later and Colton walks in.
“Thought you had class,” I say, turning over and offering my ass to him. It’s already lubed up and ready. I’m on my hands and knees begging with my body.
“I suddenly got so very sick. Dick deprivation sickness. It’s a thing.”
