“I just… Wanted to play. With you…” Reece had to put the phone on speaker so he could find his lube and spread a generous amount along his cock, wanting the slide of his hand slicker. A whimper escaped him at the difference, as if his words weren’t already broken enough.
“Play with me?”
Reece’s hand left his erection, fingers skimming over his hole instead. He missed Nick’s tongue. His fingers. His dick.
“Reece.”
“Ah—I meant like… one-on-one. Me and you.” Reece knew he wasn’t convincing at all, but he had to try and save his own ass somehow. “And don’t call me that.”
“Oh? And here I thought you wanted to fuck.”
“Fuck.” Reece slid a finger into himself.
Nick chuckled, the sound dark and sexy. “Isn’t that what you really called for?”
“Stop, that’s not it,” Reece said, fighting for his life. He had two fingers in his ass, one hand stroking his cock. And he couldn’t stop.
“Sounds to me like you’re playing just fine on your own.”
“No,” Reece whined, shaking his head. He’d been craving Nick, but if this was all he could have—a few minutes on the phone with him—then Reece wouldn’t waste a second of it.
“Yes.” Nick mocked him with an amused lilt. “You don’t sound like that when you’re playing ball.”
“Like what?”
“Like a kitten in heat.”
Reece choked on a gasp, his whole body too hot. He wanted to argue, but Nick spoke again before he could.
“Why don’t you just tell me the truth? What did you really want?”
“Fine,” Reece groaned, fist working his cock steadily. “I was horny, and you’re great at sex. Sue me.”
“And you decided to call me? So I could, what, talk you through it?”
“Oh God…” Reece almost came from those words alone. The teasing. The implication… “Nicky—”
“You were really already playing with yourself before you even called me… That’s cute. What if I didn’t pick up?”
“You did,” was all Reece could say, his stomach coiling with heat when Nick grunted.
“Do you think about me every time you get horny?”
Yes he did. Reece didn’t think about anyone or anything else these days. Just Nick.
“A couple rounds was all it took huh?”
Reece moaned, much too hot to listen to Nick talk to him like that. “You’re too cocky,” he huffed, even though Nick wasn’t wrong.
“Am I?”
He wasn’t. One of the things Reece admired most about Nick was his confidence. He kind of liked everything about him though, but it was crazy to Reece that he could get this worked up at all, much less so easily. He knew Nick was aware, and could tell by the shift in his tone that he was affected too. It wasn’t like he was confessing his feelings, but he could admit how much Nick turned him on.
“I already said you were good. What do you want from me?” Reece’s hand slipped off his cock at the last second. He bit his lip hard and groaned deep in his throat as he watched his length rock with every twitch. For a second, he thought it was too late and that he was coming, but it finally began to die down.
When Nick didn’t say anything right away, he continued, “It is really good, Nicky.” Reece rubbed his hip and leg, wanting so badly to touch his dick again but not allowing himself to. “Ilove the way you feel inside me. You can’t blame me for wanting more.”
“Look at you, breaking so easy.” Nick sounded amused, but there was something dark and sultry in his tone that had Reece wrapping his hand around himself once more. “Tell me about it.”
