Page 90 of Something Good
“Yeah?”
“It’s like magic. What would you do to me?”
“I’d use that tongue to fuck your hole.”
My cock jolted underneath the covers. “Jesus. Going straight to ass-play.”
“I’ve been thinking about eating your ass for weeks. I just didn’t know if you wanted that. You said you didn’t mind ass-play as long as it wasn’t full penetration. I wasn’t sure where tongue-fucking fit into those boundaries.”
“It’s a yes. A definite yes to eating my ass.”
“Mmm. When you get home, that ass is mine then. I’m going to feast like I’m at a fucking buffet.”
My cock was straining now. I pushed the covers down, drawing my dick out from behind the elastic of my boxers. I angled the phone so he could see the precum dripping from my tip. “You see what you’re doing to me? I’m leaking like crazy.”
“Mmm. I want to lap it up. I want to take you in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, until I choke on it.”
I stroked my length, unable to help myself. His words had me so fucking turned on that I had to do something to relieve the ache. “That’s right, baby. Keep stroking. Make it feel good.”
My head fell back against the pillows, eyes closed as I worked myself over. “Damn, Sammy. You’re killing me.” I opened my eyes and angled the phone toward my face once again. The pale skin on his chest was flushed, and I could see his arm moving, giving me a pretty good idea of what he was doing off-screen. “You’re stroking your cock, aren’t you? Show it to me. I want to see it.”
His dick came into view, the tip flushed as he gripped it in his fist. As I watched, he moved the screen lower, spreading his legs and giving me a full view of his pretty pink pucker. My own hips thrust off the bed at the sight. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to ditch the wedding and catch the next flight home just so I could bury myself in his ass and rail him until we were both screaming in ecstasy.
I heard a sucking noise, and then, with his free hand, he pressed one fingertip inside, moving it in and out in slow, deliberate strokes. “I’m imagining this isyourfinger, golden boy. Opening me up. Getting me ready to take your cock.”
I whimpered, stroking my dick faster with absolutely zero chill. I was impatient. Needy. Aching. “Add another. Push it in all the way. I know you can take it. I want to see that ass swallow your fingers just like it’s going to swallow my cock when I get home.”
He added another finger, moaning as he thrust inside, his movements getting more aggressive and his breathing more ragged. I dropped the phone and didn’t bother trying to pick it up as my own movements became more frantic. “Can you hear me, Sammy?”
“Yeah, golden boy. Can you hear me?”
“Yeah.” I paused to spit into my palm as the friction began to chafe. “Tell me what you’re doing now.”
“I’ve got three fingers in my ass and the other hand is stroking my cock.” I could hear the rhythmic slap of skin as he stroked himself. “Jesus, golden boy. I’m so fucking close.”
“Me too,” I bit out, barely able to speak as my hand became a blur of motion. Now that I had my other hand free, I moved it down to my balls, rolling them between my fingers.
“Come, baby. I want to hear you come.”
The desperate edge in his tone grabbed me by the throat, and every muscle in my body clenched as cum shot out of my dick, landing all the way on my shoulder. Spurt after spurt hit my cheek, my chest, and my abdomen as my orgasm continued to pummel me relentlessly.
“Will!” I heard him shout through the phone. “Ungh” and then “Baby” followed, but my focus was still on the way he’d saidWill. He rarely used my first name, usually calling me baby or, more often, golden boy. He’d even called me Hartley once ortwice. But the way he said Will felt personal. Like my name was a plea and a prayer. His salvation.
“You still with me, golden boy?”
The wordsI love youwere on the tip of my tongue, but this wasn’t the way I wanted to tell him. Not while lying in a hotel room alone, covered in my own cum. Not over the phone. So I bit them back. “Yeah.” My voice cracked, and I tried again. “Yeah. I’m here.” I grabbed my boxers and wiped off my hand, then picked up my phone.
His face filled the screen. His hair had come out of its tie and was spread around him on the pillow. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright. He looked…happy.
“Feel better?”
“More relaxed? Yes. I’m a mess, and I don’t even know if I can move to get up and shower right now.” He chuckled. “But feeling better? The only thing that would make me feel better is if I was with you.”
“Soon enough. Goldie and I will pick you up from the airport on Sunday.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Goodnight, golden boy.”
