“About what?” Reece could hardly think when he felt like this. Nick was in his ear and yet so far away.
“How much you love my dick and want more of it.”
Reece whined, wanting to curse Nick for speaking to him like that but praise him at the same time. “Want your mouth first…” That tongue was the perfect appetizer and Reece needed it again.
“My mouth, huh…”
“Want you to eat me again… like before. I could come on your tongue.” He could come so easily whenever Nick was involved. Even now, he was still struggling not to come.
“Sensitive as you are, it don’t take much. Couldn’t even let you sit on my face because your ass wouldn’t last.”
“We can do sixty-nine. Let me suck on you so I’m distracted.”
“Fuck. Not even gonna try and deny it?”
“Mm. What’s the point? You want the truth, right…”
Nick hummed. “That’s right. The whole truth.”
“I-it’s only been a week, but… I miss it. Your dick, I mean.”
“That all?”
“Yeah. It’s a lot better than my fingers.” Or anyone else’s, but Reece kept that part to himself. “Fills me up good, like it was made for me.”
He started babbling, talking out of his head, hips rolling on the bed, fingers reaching, hand pumping.
“You damn sure don’t talk like this when I’m fucking you,” Nick said, voice strained.
“No…” Reece shook his head even though Nick couldn’t see him. “Don’t need to.”
“That good?”
“That good.”
Nick let out a breathy chuckle and something that sounded like a curse. “Stop what you’re doing and send me a picture.”
Reece nearly squealed, blushing at the thought of Nick wanting to see him. He was already deciding how to pose and opening his camera when he said with a low whine, “But I’m shy.”
“Shy my ass.”
Reece sent him a picture at an angle that showed all of him, his knees together, one hand loosely gripping his cock and partially hiding it. It was so red after the edging Reece put it through, so sensitive that if he didn’t come soon, he doubted he’d be able to. Just the thought had his eyes growing wet.
“Nicky… Gotta come soon.”
“Already?”
“It’s been a long time,” he admitted, lying flat on his back and finding a rhythm that he liked best. “Can’t hold it anymore.”
“Then come.” There was nothing nonchalant about the way Nick said it. It was almost an order, like he was demanding it.
Reece didn’t hear anything else as his own hand worked him over the edge. The orgasm hit him slowly, like a wave taking its sweet time forming only to crash down with the greatest impact. Reece had grown so sensitive that even stroking himself to the end was next to impossible, and he kept letting himself go. It was the release he’d been chasing—and denying himself—and yet he didn’t feel satisfied in that way he did after Nick fucked him.
“I came,” he said with a sniffle, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“I know,” Nick sighed. “We should talk about it. Tomorrow. Over dinner.”
Nick ended the call before Reece could respond or even process his words fully, but as his breathing evened out, a broad grin spread across Reece’s face. He got himself a date with Nick.
