When he steps back again, I can now see below his belly button. He has a great and really defined V-line pointing directly to where his hand is holding himself. Still, anything below his lower stomach is not visible to me. I kind of hate him for it, but the knowing smirk tells me he did this on purpose, let me think he was going to show me his dick on camera. I should’ve known better.
“You want to watch?” Grey’s voice is filled with lust.
“What?” I swallow hard, blinking a couple of times to make sure Ididn’thear him say what I think he did.
“Do you want to watch?” he repeats. “My phone is stuck in a speaker that I can stick wherever I want. So I can lower it however low I want as well. If you want to watch, say it.”
I think my mouth is running dry even though at the same time, I’m kind of salivating. I don’t know what the fuck is happening with my bodily functions.
“Do you mean that? Because, Grey Davis, I think you’re playing with me, so if you are, you need to stop.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not playing.”
But this has to be some kind of test because the Grey I know wouldn’t just offer to masturbate on camera and allow me to watch. Not like this. Not when we have shared a total of two kisses.
“No,” I answer. “I don’t want to watch.” I really do though, and maybe if I wasn’t trying to be a better version of myself, I would’ve said yes. “When we go there, Grey Davis, I want to be physically present, not just over the phone.”Lies.
He smiles sweetly, neither of his hands touching himself at all. “I knew you’d say that.”
He did? I wouldn’t have said that if he were anyone else.
“Luan?”
“Hm?”
“I am proud of you, you know?”
Proud of me? What for? “For not wanting to watch you jerk off?”
“Pretendingyou don’t, and just in general.” It’s like he knows something about me that I didn’t tell him yet, but how would he?
Chapter 11
“tell me if it’s wrong, if it’s right, I don’t care”—Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato
March 2024
For once in arather short while, I am praying this phone call endsverysoon. I love chatting with Luan, mostly because he talks and I have someone to listen to, someone around so I don’t have to feel all that alone.
But this theory doesnotapply to moments like this one. Moments when my dick is hard as a rock and my balls are aching.
Over the course of two minutes, I’ve been slowly turning the water colder and colder without Luan noticing. If he saw me do it, he’d know why and, okay, yes, he probably knows Iwashard a moment ago, but he doesn’t know I stillam.
“So anyway, I, once again, told her it’d be a waste of time trying to teach toddlers the rules of soccer. They’ll learn at some point, but at four years old, these kids just want to kick the ball or run away from it, not play by rules. They want to have fun, not get yelled at when they accidentally use their hands.”
What is he even talking about? Soccer makes as much sense to me as that one time my physics teacher made me do a presentation about galaxies,plural, and then ended up asking me how I knew there is more than one galaxy in the universe. Mind you, the presentation before mine mentioned there being more than one, and that man saidnothing.
“Uh-huh.” I glance at my phone screen, not looking at Luan this time. I look at myself, making sure I’m not accidentally flashing him more than I should. If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t mind, but he might. No, actually, I doubt that.
Either way, I look down at myself, internally groaning because I have no idea how I’m supposed to get rid of that stupid erection while Luan can see every single one of my movements.
“You’re not even listening,” he chuckles, and frankly, it doesn’t sound like he’s mad. When I look at him, his eyebrows are raised, and his lips pull up in a smirk.
“I am,” I veto. “However, I think I’ll finish this shower in private because you no longer deserve to look at me half-naked.” Ready to hang up, I step toward my phone.
His smirk deepens. “Uh-huh. You tried to be sneaky by turning that water colder, Grey Davis, but Inoticed. I notice everything about you.”
“You do?” I doubt it.
