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He never fucked a toy in front of his wife?I want to ask about that so, so badly, but I’ll bite my tongue off before I kill the vibe we’ve got going on right now.
The camera wiggles as he reaches sideways, coming back with a small bottle of lube and a plain-looking black butt plug.
I’m captivated as he lathers it up and slides it inside, angling the camera so I can see every second.Then he presses on the end, starting up a barely audible buzz that gets my pulse thumping.Immediately, he groans at the added sensation.I want to be in that room and touching him so bad.
“I love those noises you make.Those sounds are all for me, aren’t they?You got one of those with a remote control?”
He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut like he’s either blocking out the vibrations or they’re all he can focus on.I’ll have to save the idea of controlling his orgasms for another time.And there will be another time.I’ve decided.
“Fuck yourself, Fallon.Lube up that hand.I wanna see you slide your dick through your fist while you work that plug.”
“I can’t,” he breathes.“Not enough hands.I’d have to let go of the phone.”
“Can’t have that, can we?Okay, I got too excited.Let me see you stroke yourself.I want to see you come right in front of my face.”
“Aaagh.”He jerks faster, shuttling his hand up and down, and I can see the power of that amazing fucking plug, because every time his thighs flex, his asshole squeezes, pushing that toy into him just enough to make the most inhuman moans come out of his mouth.I’m betting if I watched some hardcore animal mating on a documentary, I wouldn’t hear noises this goddamn primal.
“That thing’s driving you crazy, isn’t it, baby?That vibration right against your prostate?It’s driving me crazy.I want you so much right now.It’s killing me to be all the way on the other side of town.I wish it were my hand stroking you.I want that plug to be my dick.I want to touch every single inch of your skin, and I want to see you drowning in so much pleasure it’s fucking painful.You want that, Fallon?”
His only answer is a deep, long moan, and then his dick erupts, all over his hand and his abs.All I can do is drink him in, looking rumpled and debauched and covered in his own cum.The heaving of his chest slowly abates.He’s got a sleepy, dazed look in his eyes.
Kind of feel like I’ve done my job here.Makes me feel about ten feet tall and satisfied as hell.
My boner’s throbbing so hard you could probably hear its heartbeat from space.I can take care of that in a minute.What I wanted was to make Fallon feel good, to help him relax so he could get to sleep, and that’s what I did.
Not that this wasn’t selfish, too.This door’s been opened; the one that leads from the friend zone to something more.I’m wedging my foot in here so he can’t close it again.
“Okay, baby,” I say into the camera.I’m still a little pissed I can’t be there in person.“Clean yourself up and get to sleep.You look ready now.”
“What about you?”He looks into the camera and then glances down, as if he can see my hard-on even though it’s out of frame.
“Mm, I got exactly what I wanted.I told you before, you need a keeper.You’re not eating or sleeping well.At least now you’ll be able to get some rest.”
“Yeah.”His eyelids droop.“I do feel tired now.”
To Fallon this is probably a little casual phone sex.He doesn’t realize I’m laying a claim here.I probably ought to clue him in, but I don’t want to startle him now.
Which is why I need to get off the phone.
“Good.”I give him a grin.“Okay, baby.Lights out now.Promise me you’ll get some sleep.”
His eyelids droop.“Promise.Thanks, PJ.”
“Anytime.”
Anything for you.
ChapterEight
Fallon
“Let me get this straight.He gives you what sounds like a toe-curling public orgasm, he puts you on your knees, his aftercare includes a gentle scalp massage, he tucks you into bed, makes you breakfast the next morning, and you tell him thanks but no thanks.”
Daniel Corvus is an asshole, and I’m regretting letting my friend talk me into coming out to this art gallery event.And not only because people Marina knew are here.With this line of questioning, he’s about to be my former friend.
“I’ll be honest, at the time, I wasn’t paying much attention to what my toes were doing.”I’m doing my best not to squirm under Daniel’s intense gaze like a child whose hand was caught in a jar of cookies.That the best sex of my life happened without me even taking off my clothes is something I’m not ready to admit out loud.
Daniel’s only response is the subtle rise of his right eyebrow.
