“Is that so?” Fuck, I feel like I am dying.
He nods, then lets out a shaky breath that forces me to grip my erection a little tighter. When has anyone ever turned me on as easily as Luan Hayes? Never, I’m sure.
It takes Luan two words to make me a little hard, five to have my erection standing to its full capacity. And those words don’t even have to be sexual, it’s his voice that does it for me. I love hearing him talk, even if he probably thinks he annoys me with talking so much.
“Fuck… Grey…” The camera shakes with every other time he jerks himself, his eyes, however, they stay focused on the screen, watching me cup my balls to massage them.
I press my head into my pillow and let out a need-filled groan. “What are you thinking about?”
“Our kiss,” he answers, his voice small and mostly a gasp. “I really liked that kiss.”
“Me, too.”
“I want to kiss you again,” he says. “And I want to touch you, and—”
Shit, my dick throbs at the sound of yet another gasp that leaves him. Breathing hard through my nose, I pinch the head of my dick, then slide my hand down to continue to jerk myself off. Blood rushes downward, building a pressure inside of my balls that almost tips me over.
“I am dying here because you’re not in my bed right now.” I wouldn’t give any fucks whether it was to fuck or cuddle. Either of them would be fine with me. Though right now, fucking Luan seems like the better idea, and then some cuddles.
I don’t even like cuddling.
My head is pounding, every thought erases itself within a second every time my eyes fall onto any part of Luan’s face.
“How close are you?” I ask. I want to come with him, but I get the sense that I am the only one fighting demons not to come this instant.
Luan’s face is glowing, his lips still somewhat parted and it’s a treat to see that, even though I wish he was here with me inperson, and that we could hook up instead.
I’ve never had phone sex before, and I’m not sure what made me have it now, but I can’t say I’m mad about it.
“‘Bout to come.”
“Come with me?” I pump myself a little faster, hissing through gritted teeth, sucking in sharp breaths, and rolling my hips like Luan was here with me and he was the one to give me a handjob. Unfortunately, it’s just me and my hand tonight, with the guy of someone’s dreams on the phone, watching me jerk off while he’s doing the same.
Luan’s camera is shaking more than before, and the complaint that’s about to leave me because I want to see his cumface on the tip of my tongue, when I realize he clicked the button to turn the camera around.
I watch as he gives himself a couple more strokes before cum spurts out of him, the bits of muscles I see tense and he breathes heavily. I come at the sight and sounds of it all.
Luan Hayes
March 23rd, 4:48 AM
I miss your face
And your voice
And your lips
You’re so weird, you know that?
Tell me you don’t want to kiss me right now
I don’t want to kiss you right now.
Liar
Not lying
Yes you are. I’m a great kisser.
