I swore I could feel the heat coming off his cheeks through the phone. His tone was pure realization. “Oh.”
“Tell me to behave and I will. I won’t mention it again.”
His gulp was audible. “I’m not busy, no.”
The smile split my face. He hadn’t explicitly told me to back off. “I imagine working at the supermarket is stressful. Maybe I can help you blow off some steam. What do you think?”
God, I wished I could see his expression right now. I was certain he was all shy smiles. But FaceTime was probably pushing it too far. I really wanted to get him to relax a bit and develop some trust between us.
“How–How do you suppose you might do that?”
Green light. I let out a long groan as I relaxed against the fluffy pillow. “I like to think I have a wicked tongue. And I mean that in more ways than one. Do you want to find out? It’s okay if you don’t. No pressure and I won’t be disappointed if you say no.”
“I do.”
“You do…what?” I prompted, needing him to say it.
“I want to know more about this wicked tongue you’re bragging about.” His tone bordered on arousal, and I knew there was a pent-up animal deep under the surface. I just needed to figure out how to set it free.
“I’m going to tell you all about it. But first you need to get more comfortable. Will you do that for me?” I purred.
My cock was a full-blown erection in my briefs now, the thin cotton outlining the heavy rod and blunt head. Oh, yeah. I was going to enjoy this.
“Okay,” he murmured. “Give me a second.”
My cheeks hurt from grinning as I listened to cloth tussling. I imagined peeling the clothes from his body, slowly revealing his skin. I needed to know what his nipples looked like. Where they pale discs or little buds? I had a sudden craving to find every freckle and kiss it.
“I’m back,” he rasped, heavy with breath.
“Relax for me. Are you comfortable enough?”
“I’m in bed.” He cleared his throat. “Naked.”
“Naked is a good thing to be. It feels nice, doesn’t it? Brings us closer to nature and our true selves.” I freed my pulsing cock from my boxers and let it stand in the cool air. “Getting head is amazing. Luckily for you I love giving it too. I have a habit of wanting to drive my lover crazy. Do you enjoy having your cock worshiped?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Are you hard, Jake? I wish you could see how hard I am thinking about sucking your dick,” I practically growled. I realized it was only going to get more difficult to keep my hands off him from this point on.
“Yes,” he said again, his voice cracking.
“I want you to run your hands all over your body. Pretend they’re mine. Start at your shoulders,” I commanded. “Close your eyes. Don’t think. Just feel. I’m running my palm across your shoulder and down your bicep right now. Have to get all those nerves sensitized. I’m not the kind of guy to go right in for the kill. I like to take my time. Savor it. It’s the journey that’s important. Don’t you think so?”
“Mhm.”
I chuckled softly. From what I could tell, he was completely into this. “I want to touch you everywhere. Explore every inch of your body and find all your hot buttons.”
“Okay, I believe you,” he murmured. “You have a wicked tongue.”
“I’m just getting started, baby boy.” There was no hesitation on my part. I knew I was good in bed. “Run your hands over your nipples. Do you like playing with them?”
“I…don’t know. Every now and then, maybe. I’ve never really paid much attention to them.”
“Hm. We will find out soon. Personally, I don’t like mine touched too much. They tend to get over sensitive and hurt. But everyone is different. Who knows? You might be a nipple slut and don’t know it.”
His shaky laughter was amusing as if he were slightly worried he might lose control the moment I touched them.
“Keep going. Focus on the sensation.” I mimicked my words and ran my palm across my chest. For shits and giggles I skimmed my fingertips across a nipple, the touch making me jerk.
