It was baffling how attached I’d become to those messages, but my heart raced each time I heard the notification ding.
Thanks! I think P will like that
You’re welcome. What have you been up to today?
Nothing much. Just getting ready for poker night with some old friends from the field office
So you’re home alone right now?
I am
Okay. Give me a sec
Excitement coursed through me as I wondered what he was up to. I didn’t have to wait long because the phone rang a minute later.
“Hello,” I answered, and I could hear music playing in the background.
“Hey, handsome.” Fallon’s smooth voice filled my ears.
“Where are you?”
“In my room.”
“What’s with the music?”
“I didn’t want Agent Brown to hear me. I told him I was going to take a shower, but I was hoping you’d help me get dirty instead.”
I groaned. “I do like it when you’re dirty.”
Rushing to my room, I stripped, leaving a trail of clothes behind me, and climbed onto the bed.
“God, I wish I could video call you right now.”
“Me too, baby boy.” My dick twitched as I imagined him naked, waiting for me. “But this will have to do for now.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Is that the best you got?” I teased, even though I was already palming my aching cock.
“Well, if you’re not into it, I can stop,” Fallon replied with a laugh.
“No,” I grumbled. “Keep going.”
I heard some shuffling on the other end of the line and pictured him lying naked in his bed. The image filling my mind had me letting out a groan.
“Is your dick hard?” he asked. “Do you have beads of pre-cum ready for me to lick off if I were there?”
“Jesus, baby boy.” I slid my hand up and down my shaft, wishing it were his hand instead.
“You didn’t answer me, handsome. I can’t see you, so tell me how hard you are for me right now.”
“It’s hard as fucking steel,” I growled. Phone sex was new to me, but I couldn’t deny what hearing his voice was doing to my body either. “And ready for your wicked mouth.”
“Oh yeah? You want me to suck your big dick? Gag on it? You want to watch my eyes water as I swallow you whole?”
“God, you’re naughty, aren’t you?” I moaned, pumping myself.
“You know I am.”
