He grins, one of his more devilish ones. The kind I adore most on him. “It is,” he signs, his grin morphing into a full-blown sexy smirk. “What a good boy you are. Now, what were you doing before Lauren and I so rudely interrupted? We don’t have to be up early anymore, so I guess it looks like we’ve got all night…”
I don’t even have to see my face in the smaller chat window, I can feel the heat in my cheeks enough to know they’re red as hell. Oh my stars, Caleb had me video chat with him so that he couldstilldirty talk to me. It’s turning me on evenmoreto know that Lauren is in on it too, holding the camera for him and seeing the effect he has on me. My face burns even hotter, the flush creeping down my neck.
Caleb huffs out a silent chuckle. “God, I’d love to nip the blush right off those cheeks right now. I’d trace it down your neck with my tongue and suck it out through your collarbone. You had that big dick of yours all ready to come, didn’t you, Marcus?”
I nod, biting my lower lip.
“Show me. Show me just how you were teasing yourself over there, sweetness. Show me how hard you still are…”
I reach down and lift the hem of my nightshirt, revealing my once-again fully-aching cock. It twitches involuntarily when I see the hungry look flare in his gaze. I grip myself at the root, letting my eyes flutter shut when I make the first languid pull.
“Eyes on me, Marcus,” Lauren croaks in a whisper, interpreting for Caleb.
When my lids open, underneath the heady weight of them, I see Caleb start to sign again, “Can’t be doing that now, sweetness. I can only talk you through this if you keep your eyes on me.”
I nod, jaw clenched tight as I try to muffle the noises that want to break free from my throat as I stroke myself rougher.
“That’s it,” Caleb signs, a satisfied expression on his face. “Look at how badly you want to come, Sugar, fucking your fist like that. But I know you, don’t I? I know that what you really want is to have that pretty hole of yours stuffed instead…”
I nod. For better or for worse, that man over there can read me like a friggin’ open textbook. Usually, if I’m going to town on myself, I’ve got a little toy action going on out back as well, since Lauren has such a well stocked stash. Out here in the woods, my options are fuckin’ pinecones or some shit, and well, let’s just say I’m notthatadventurous nor do I want to be featured in one of those medical documentaries where suspicious items show up in colonic x-rays.
Can you evenimagineif that’s how my dad found out I’m gay? Because I’m over here getting my rocks off so hard from my dirty talking ex—now current again—male partner that I’m considering stuffing my hole with inappropriate objects? Holy shit…
“Marcus. Babe, where did you just go?” Lauren whispers over the phone.
“Pinecones don’t have flared bases,” I blurt out loud.
The view on the screen flips, and Lauren’s face comes into view. She’s confused. Hell,I’mconfused as to why that was the first thing that popped into mind to reply with. “Do I even want to know why you’re thinking about that?” she asks quietly. “You know I invited Earl to come along on this trip for you, right?”
“You did?”
She bites her lip and nods. Then, she turns her attention off screen and whispers, “Earl is mytoy, Caleb. Not another person, don’t worry…”
A chuckle manages to eek its way out of me. Was he seriouslyjealousthinking she invited another guy to come along for me? Call me crazy,but I kind of like that subtle bit of possessiveness. My dick agrees, since it just throbbed, and I’m no longer even touching it.
“Where’s Earl?” I ask Lauren.
“In the hidden inner pocket of my backpack. There’s lube in there too.” Then, she deadpans the camera. “Underneath allone millionpairs of underwear I insist onoverpacking…”
Her attention is directed away from the camera again, and then I see her huff. “It’snotweird to pack more than you think you’ll need, Caleb. God, you and Marcus both don’t need to rag on me about it!Youtry giving birth to an eight-and-a-half pound child and see how sneezing without crossing your legs goes after that!”
He must say something else to her that I cannot see because then she replies, “That’s what I thought…”
I don’t know what he said, but I hope I’m echoing him when I tell her, “I’m sorry, babe. I had no idea that’s why you did it. For what it’s worth, I’ll never know what it’s like to bring life into this world in such a way, and you did an amazing job.”
“Thank you,” she huffs quietly. “Now, is it okay if I go back to holding the camera for Caleb, or are we going to keep killing the vibe discussing the state of my deteriorated pelvic floor muscles?”
I roll over and start sifting through her bag, searching for the goods. “You know, using Earl in the manner in which you do could actually be considered strength training. You really get to tone those kegels," I hum, finally spying him nestled in the secret pouch next to a bottle of lube.
She chuckles. “Fuck you, Marco.”
“You do, Polo. Trust me, you do.” I lay back and wink at the camera.
She faux-kisses the screen and waggles her eyebrows. “Have fun,” she adds before flipping the screen back to Caleb.
Caleb narrows his eyes at the screen. “Is it named Earl because it’s eggplant colored?” he asks her. She must reply off-camera because then he laughs silently.
“Nailed it,” he tells me after collecting himself. “Now, I want you to get Earl all ready for yourself, Sugar. Are you still hard?”
