Page 80 of Husband of the Year
He tugs his pants and briefs around his thick thighs and Olan’s cock pops up, pointing directly at the camera. My mouth drops open and my tongue falls out. Why hasn’t anyone developed technology allowing me to lick my phone’s screen and taste his delicious dick?
I firmly return my tongue to its home inside my mouth and prepare to speak.
“You’re rock hard.”
“For you. Listen. How about we share a little mutual gratification? Do you have time?”
“Do I have time? For… this?” I gesture toward the camera. Him. His perfect Goldi-cock. “Olan, I’d fly to that atomic clock you told me about, blow it to bits, and stop time for this.”
“The U.S. Naval Observatory Master Clock in D.C. I’m fairly certain they have impeccable security.” He’s palming himself, slowly stroking and—without a word—my joggers and boxers come sliding off and are tossed on the floor like yesterday’s news. Sayonara, pants!
Olan pops an earbud into his left ear, and the sound coming from the phone shifts. “Can you hear me?”
I nod quickly and pull at the hem of my T-shirt.
“Stop. Keep your shirt on.” Olan’s voice is low, and much clearer. “I love how you look in nothing but a T-shirt—Your cock and ass the focus.”
My eyes widen at his confession and I run my palms over my “Teaching is My Cardio” shirt.
“Listen to me,” Olan says. “Are you okay if I give you some directions? Will you do what I ask?”
My cock stands at attention, off-screen, and when I grip myself, precum leaks from the tip. That’s what this man does to me. Right now, Olan could tell me to take a run around the island naked and I’d do it.
A small nod is my only response, silently acknowledging my understanding.
“Good. Put your earbuds in.”
I grab the case from my nightstand and pop them in, and the sound of Olan’s breath in my ear sends more blood rushing to my groin.
“Take your phone and prop it up on the light on your nightstand. Face it toward the chair.”
Olan’s rich voice fills my ears, and I’m so fucking turned on I worry I’ll explode in ten seconds. Deep breaths, Marvin. I follow his command and make sure the phone is angled so he can view the chair in the corner of the room.
“Take the toy out of my nightstand drawer. Don’t forget the lube.”
I know where this is going and my ass pulses in anticipation. I haven’t used the dildo while Olan’s been away. It just felt like too much work and I’ve been so wrapped up with my mother, Illona, and trying not to miss Olan that when I’ve gotten myself off it’s been quick, like a chore my body needs to complete.
“Do you have it?”
“Yeah,” I say off camera, holding up both items in my hands.
“Good, babe. You’re listening well. You’re going to earn a gold star.”
I snicker at Olan’s attempt at playing naughty professor as my cock grows firmer.
“Now, please head to the chair.”
He’s always so damn polite. Even when he’s taking control and bossing me around from his childhood bedroom halfway across the country. I’m so ready to comply.
When I glance back at my phone, Olan’s sitting on the edge of his bed with one foot on the floor and the other on the bed. He’s stroking himself and I’m tempted to abandon my post at the chair and sprint back and glue my eyes to the phone’s screen.
“Get yourself ready.”
His voice, deep in my ears, reverberating through my head, guides me.
I open the lube and apply a generous amount, sliding the tip of my index finger in and realizing that hearing Olan’s voice, seeing him jerk his mouthwatering dick, I’m open and ready for this.
“Now the toy,” he says. “Use a generous amount of lube. I want this to feel amazing for you, babe.”
