“Send me a picture, Dacen.”
“Why don’t you ask Trisley to send you a picture since she’s got such a hot body.” I rub one hand over my eyes and drag it down my face. I sound like a clingy brat even to my own ears. In my defense, Ryne has his own bouts of jealousy from time to time. He doesn’t act like a petulant child about it though. He gets all alpha-asshole.
“Because she doesn’t have a hot dick like you do, and I doubt she can do the things you do with your mouth,” Ryne deadpans.
A jolt of arousal zings through my body. His words turn me on but I won’t admit it right now since I’m too busy sulking. “Wow. So you’re just with me for my dick and my mouth, good to know.” I try not to cringe at my use of the wordswith me. He either doesn’t notice or ignores them.
“You’re so full of shit sometimes, D. You’re lucky I’m not over there right now, because pouty babies get spanked.”
Just like that my mood does another one-eighty. “I should keep pouting so you come over and follow through with your threat, but I’ll be mature about it. I’m done pouting now.”
“Good, because there are much better things you could be doing with those lips of yours than pout.” He clears his throat and continues. “Now are you gonna send me a picture of you, you alone,” he clarifies, “or not?” His husky words travel down my spine and hit me in the gut.
I gulp and there’s no laughter, annoyance, or sass in my voice this time. “I can send something else. Hold on.” I quickly switch over to my wireless earbuds so I can freely move my hands and talk to Ryne at the same time. I take a deep breath. I’m going to do it. I’m actually going to do this. Butterflies flutter rapidly in my stomach, but not from anxiety. No, I’m excited. And a little bit nervous. But mostly horny. I settle back against my pillows and reach into my boxers. A moan rushes from my lips as soon as I fist myself and a blush crawls up my neck and face when I realize it.
“Everything okay over there?” Ryne grunts out.
“Yeah,” I softly whisper and give a few more slow pulls down and up. Drawing my hand down, I let it drift to my balls. I moan again, louder, when I cup them, and press my lips together to quiet down.
“Jesus, Dacen. I’m glad you’re having fun going on a solo mission, but the wait is killing me over here.”
“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it,” I chuckle, certainly no stranger to waiting myself. Considering how long it took for him to initially accept he was into me after I moved here, I think waiting a minute or two isn’t going to kill him.
I tug my boxers down and free myself from the confines of the material. With a shaky hand, I minimize the call screen, pull up our last text message chain, and open the camera app from within it. After going back to double and triple check the text chain I clicked on is just between me and Ryne and not a group chat, I line up the camera. And there I am, on full display. I can hear Ryne’s quiet, steady breaths in my ear. He’s probably wearing one of his super intense expressions as he waits. His intense, sexy face... man, does it turn me on.
I bet he’s touching himself, too. That thought, him excited and touching himself because of me, makes me even harder. My thumb hovers over the circle and I snap the picture. After only a few seconds pause I press the send button and a picture of my dick is on its merry way through the network. I hold my breath.
“Fuuu-uuuck.” Ryne’s growly tone turns it into two syllables, making me grin.
I don’t even realize the call is disconnected until my phone lights up with a FaceTime call. I stare at the phone in surprise for a second and then press accept. A cocky grin and steel blue flirty eyes greet me when our phones connect again.
“I popped your cherry.” His full lips smirk at me and the bottom one just begs for me to suck on it.
“Cherry what?” I’m not much for coherent sentences right now. I’m too distracted by his face.
He hits me with a heated glare that I feel head to toe. There’s danger in his eyes, indecision, and lust going head to head, always battling for control. And I’m stupidly addicted to it, the push and the pull waging a war inside him. His ever-changing emotions give me whiplash, but now that he’s on board with the physical stuff it’s like all bets are off. Full steam ahead. The beast has awoken and he’s hungry. Very, very hungry.
Ryne nods and licks his lips. “Your dick pic cherry.”
A smile tugs at mine. “Yes, I guess you did. I don’t think I’ll get much into the habit of sending those to other people though.” I give a wheezy laugh, more nervous now. I still can’t believe I did it. His gaze darkens, pupils practically blown. The stare coming at me through the phone is hot enough to melt a glacier. And… jealous? I gulp and sputter out, “what?”
“You better not send them to other people.”
“Why not?” Could my voice betray my nervousness anymore? It gets shaky in the most inopportune moments.
“Because, Dacen, while we’re…” he pauses like he’s considering his words carefully. “While we’re messing around, that dick is mine. And I don’t like to share. Got it?”
“Oh. Okay. Yes.” I like the sound of that.
“Yes what?” he prompts.
I glance to the side and then back to Ryne’s face. “Yes… sir?” I answer hesitantly. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but it’s the first thing that pops into my head. Ryne stares at me with no words for a good five seconds. He’s stunned. And stunning, quite frankly. The way his eyes light up with his barely contained laughter should be illegal. They’re like two supernovas coming at me through the phone.
“Yeah, not quite what I meant, but I don’t hate that’s where your brain went.”
Smirky bastard. I think back to what he said. Arching my back slightly, my confidence and a bit of cockiness sets back in. “Yes, this dick,” I press the button to flip to the back camera. “This dick belongs to you.” I grab it in one hand and slowly move my fist up, rubbing my thumb over the tip almost absentmindedly. “Is that what you wanted to hear?” I rasp out. “Now show me yours, Ryne. I wanna see you.”
Ryne’s approval of my demand is in the form of a deep rumbling sound I feel head to toe. Whereas before I could only see his face, now I take in all the splendor he’d been hiding. He’s only wearing boxers and he’s got his hand in them. He yanks them down and pulls them off, casting them aside. God, his body is insane. Strong, sexy legs. Thighs that make me bite my lip in appreciation. Even his feet are sexy, and I don’t like feet. They usually sort of gross me out. But not Ryne’s. Everything about Ryne’s body is strong, muscular, and hard. Especially the dick he’s pumping with his fist. I miss his face but seeing what he’s doing to himself and hearing the sounds he’s making, it’s good. So good.
