I follow his instructions, tugging my shirt up just enough, the hem bunching under my ribs. Snap. This one’s better—messier hair, softer mouth, the chisel of my hipbones catching the low light. My hand is hovering above the visible bulge in my underwear, tastefully suggestive.
Before I can overthink it, I send it to Mason.
A minute later, my phone buzzes.
Mason:jesus christ hunter. ur making it really hard to stay home rn
I grin down at my screen, my face hot. “Derek,” I murmur into the phone, “I think you just saved my sex life.”
He laughs triumphantly. “I’m a miracle worker!”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re the best.”
“I know. Now go sext your hot lifeguard, you lucky bitch. Love you!”
“Love you too.”
He hangs up, and my fingers tremble over the keyboard. I settle on my bed and take a deep breath.
Hunter:Does that mean you like the pic?
Mason:yes. so much. want to kiss u.
My stomach flips. God, I want to kiss him too. I already miss the feeling of his lips against mine, even though we just saw each other yesterday. He’s gotten me addicted to him, which I know is dangerous, but I don’t have time to worry about that right now.
Hunter:Me too.
Mason:what are u doing?
Oh. This is the part where I’m supposed to touch myself… right?
I push my briefs down to my thighs. I drizzle some lube onto my half-hard dick before stroking it, soft and slow, letting it thicken in my fist. I close my eyes and imagine it’s Mason’s perfect mouth sucking me off, warm and slippery.
Hunter:Jerking off.
Mason:thinking of me?
Hunter:Yes. Thinking of your mouth.
Mason:me 2. what would u do if I was there?
Hunter:Drop to my knees and let you cum down my throat.
Mason:fuck. ur so naughty. love it
Well, I don’t know where that burst of confidence came from, but I’m glad he seemed to enjoy it.
I cup my balls with my free hand, rolling them gently, my hips lifting off the bed. I rub my thumb across the sensitive head, smearing the bead of precome bubbling at the slit. A shiver racks me, my hand moving faster now.
Mason:are u close? can u come for me?
I want to tell him that I’d do just about anything for him right now if he asked for it. That I’m completely at his mercy. But instead, I use my free hand to type out a frantic reply as I continue jerking myself off.
Hunter:So close. Are you?
Mason:yeah
I close my eyes and imagine Mason getting himself off, his face twisted in pleasure, muscles glistening with sweat. His big hands wrapped around his huge, rigid cock, fucking his fist with heated need.
