Page 31 of Heal Me

“Mmm. Makes sense. And what do you think now?”

I can see his shoulder moving and wonder if he’s touching himself. “I think this is something. It’s not a fluke or a moment. You’re amazing, and god, you’re so fucking hot.” I stroke my palm over my denim-covered cock and inhale quickly. “I think about you all the time, now.”

There’s a momentary pause, and then Jocelin whispers, “Tell me.”

I groan, fumbling one-handed with my zipper, plunging my hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs so I can wrap it around my leaking cock. “Your skin is so soft and pale, and I wonder what you taste like. Fuck, I want to explore every inch of you with my lips and tongue.” Jocelin moans, his right arm moving rhythmically, and I know he’s stroking himself, too. “Fuck. Babe.”

“I think about that too,mon beau. How incredible it feels when your beard scrapes my face and neck. How incredible it will feel along my thighs.“ Jocelin’s husky voice is a silky caress, and I shove my jeans and boxers down my legs, stroking myself a little faster. “I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you, feel the weight of your thick cock on my tongue as you grip my hair and slowly thrust into my mouth.” Holy fucking hell. I manage a strangled noise as my fist shuttles over my cock, now slick with precum. “I want to suck you so deep, bury my nose in your happy trail.”

Jocelin’s eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, his hand moving faster, and damn, I want to see what he’s doing. I groan, low and needy. “Babe.”

“Are you touching yourself,mon chéri?”

“You know I am.” It comes out like a hoarse growl. Jocelin bites his lower lip, and I moan. “Fuck, Joce. You have me so hard I can’t see straight. I’m leaking everywhere.”

“Show me.”

It’s not a request, and I inhale deeply, so fucking turned on by the command in his tone and not really sure what to do with that information except obey. Slowly, I pan the phone down my body until the head of my cock appears, slick and red, shuttling in and out of my fist with absolutely filthy squelching noises. Jocelin moans, closing his eyes momentarily before licking his lips and locking his gaze on the screen. “That’s so damned hot. You didn’t even take off your coat. Were you that desperate for me?”

I groan, any shred of embarrassment fading as my cock throbs in my fist. “You fucking know I was. Am. Fuck. I wish this wasyourhand around my cock. Or your mouth.”

“Or my ass? Would you fuck me, Gunnar?”

I groan with frustration. “Baby, you’re killing me. I’m so hard right now.” It’s not going to take much before I come all over myself.

“Gunnar. Tell me what I want to know.”

“You want me to tell you I couldn’t even make it to the bedroom? That I’m sitting on the couch with my coat on and my cock in my hand because you have me so worked up I can’t think about anything else? I just… I need this… you.Myfist is wrapped so tight around my cock, but what I really want is to slide inside your beautiful body, feel you pull me in, hear you moan and gasp as I fill you so fucking full.“ I close my eyes and listen to his harsh breathing, desperate to come. “I can’t catch my breath, thinking about how tight you’d feel. How it’s gonna be so fucking good when I can finally push inside you and feel you squeeze around me.”

Jocelin whimpers. “Yes.Mon dieu, yes, I want that. I want you so deep inside me I’ll feel it for days. I want that satisfying ache as you grip my hips and push inside me for the first time. You’ll stretch me wide, slow inch by slow inch.”

My heart hammers in my chest, and I can barely suck in enough air. A tingling starts at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten against my body. “Fuck, I’m close, baby. I’m so close.”

“Look into my eyes,mon chéri. Imagine it’s me you’re fucking and not your hand. Imagine how tight I am for you. How much I want you. All of you.”

With Jocelin’s sexy voice purring through the phone, I can only manage incoherent grunts as my hips jerk into my fist.

“That’s it,mon beau. Let me hear you while I watch you come apart.”

My body stiffens, and I growl through gritted teeth as my orgasm rips through me, come gushing over my hand and belly, my hips jerking as the pleasure slowly turns to oversensitivity, and I finally melt into the couch. I’m still breathing hard when I get control of my now hoarse voice. “Babe, I’ve just come all over myself like I’m a god damned teen jerking off in my bedroom.” I pan the phone over my dripping hand and come-splattered shirt.

Jocelin whimpers, and my eyes dart to the phone screen. “That’s so damned hot. Keep talking,mon beau. I’m so close.”

My eyes lock on Jocelin’s face, his pupils blown wide with lust, his lips red and swollen from biting them. His hairline is damp with sweat, and he looks so fucking good. “That’s it baby. Fuck, I’m gonna wrap myself around you and slide into your tight ass, slowly fuck in and out of your sweet hole as I jerk your cock, make you scream my name as you come all over everything.”

“Gunnar.” His voice is reedy, and I can tell he’s close.

I drop my voice and growl into the phone. “You’re gonna look fucking incredible impaled on my cock. I’ll be so deep inside you, yanking your hips back against me, hearing all your needy little whimpers. Should I make you beg, baby? Make you plead with me to let you come?”

“Mon chéri. Please.”

Jesus Christ, this is hot as fuck, and I can feel my cock trying to get in the game again. “Do you want to come, baby? Do you need me to fuck you harder?”

Jocelin’s shout is cut off by short quick grunts. His eyes squeeze shut, his head falling back against the headboard as he quivers, and fuuuuck that’s so sexy. When he stops shaking, he slowly opens his eyes and sinks into the pillows, a sated, dopey grin on his face.

“Fuck, babe, that was hot as hell. You look gorgeous right now, all sweaty and fucked out, lying across the pillows.” His exhausted laugh makes me grin. “I wish I was there.”

He nods. “I wish you were here, too.” He takes several deep breaths. “Gunnar?”

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