Henry: And then what?
Dom: Then I’d take your cock in my mouth, swallow you down until you hit the back of my throat.
Oh god.
Henry had his fingers wrapped around his length, hips thrusting off the bed, pushing through his fist with a strangled cry.
Henry: Close
It was all he could manage one-handed, concentration shot as he jacked himself off.
Dom: Me too. Wish I could watch you come. Fuck you with my fingers while I suck your cock.
And I’m done.
Henry dropped his phone, clamped one hand over his mouth to stifle his cry, and stroked himself once, twice, and then he was coming, pleasure sweeping through him, lighting him up inside like it was Dom wringing every last shudder and moan out of him instead of his own hand.
Fuck.
He’d never come that hard on his own.
His phone buzzed with a text, and he snatched it up.
Dom: Did you come?
Henry: Yeah. So fucking hard.
Dom: Good.
Henry: You?
Dom: Not yet.
Henry: Need some help?
Not waiting for Dom’s answer, Henry took a photo of his come-covered stomach and added the caption,I was thinking of you.
His phone remained silent for another minute or so, and Henry lay back on his pillow to enjoy the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. His cock gave an interested twitch as he pictured Dom getting off to his photo, but there was no way Henry was getting hard any time soon. That had wiped him out.
When Dom’s text finally came through, Henry was already smiling as he opened it.
Dom: Thanks for that. I almost jizzed on my phone.
Henry laughed, feeling lighter than he had in days.
An orgasm will do that for you.
Henry: Sorry.
He totally wasn’t.
Dom: It was one of the hottest things I’ve seen. I bet you’re not the least bit sorry.
Henry: No.
Dom: Me neither.
Dom: All I want now is to curl up with my arms around you and fall asleep.
