“Take your boxers all the way off, Dacen. Leave the sweatshirt on.”
The deep voice saying my name calls to me in so many ways. I swallow a groan and quickly obey, whipping my boxers off and throwing them on the floor. I keep the sweatshirt on but pull it up so my chest and stomach are exposed. Pretty sure this guy could ask me to sit on my hands and just watch him pleasure himself right now and I’d listen. Hell, I’d probably come from watching him anyway. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Touch yourself. Wrap your hand around that big dick of yours and pretend it’s my hand.”
I’m obeying before he even finishes his sentence. “Oh, God,” I whisper. My hips jerk up a few times as I start jacking myself in time with his own movements.
“The name’s Ryne, but I can see how you’d get us mixed up.” A dark, throaty chuckle floats into my ears.
“How are you even cracking jokes right now, Ryne. I can barely think and you’re over there doing standup comedy.”
“It’s a talent I guess. Rub your thumb over your tip.” I do what he says. “Put your thumb in your mouth and taste yourself. Show me.”
I flip the camera back to front-facing as I slip my thumb between my lips and give a tentative lick. I’ve never tasted myself before. I don’t want to add it to a smoothie anytime soon, but it’s not altogether unpleasant.
“Tell me how you taste, Dacen.”
“Salty. Sweet. Bitter. I don’t know.”
“You taste delicious. How badly do you wish my hand, my lips, my mouth, were on you right now?”
I glance at the screen but he’s still got his camera facing the back so I can’t see his expression. Is he serious? How badly do I want that? “I’d give up tacos for a year just to feel your mouth take me in right now.”
“Now who’s got jokes?”
“I’m completely and utterly serious.” My love of tacos is vast, but my love of what he said is cosmic. There is no comparison. “And so close to coming.”
“Keep your camera on your face. I want to see it when you come. I love watching you come.” I close my eyes, easily imagining the things he said. “Eyes open,” he commands.
My eyes fly back open and I stare into my camera. He really can be a bossy sonuvabitch sometimes, but who am I kidding? It totally turns me on. I think about his hands, his lips, his hot mouth all over me, licking a wet trail down to my balls, to my taint. In my mind he replaces his lips with his dick as he settles lower, pushing through the first ring of muscle in my—
“Ass!” I shout out as my orgasm sneaks up on me, causing me to unintentionally vocalize the last word of my thought. Cum shoots onto my chest and stomach and I lay there a moment, my chest heaving as my lungs try to take in more oxygen.
“Fuck, D,” Ryne swears under his breath.
I blink a few times and focus back on Ryne’s body, listen to his voice, watch his hand move. I want to touch him so badly. I need to touch him again, and soon, otherwise my body and mind are going to explode. I hope he was serious when he said my dick belongs to him. I hope the reverse is also true. With a hiss, Ryne coats his stomach. A sigh comes through the screen, and it sounds like a good sigh. After a few seconds, he flips his camera around. He’s only got a dim light on so his hair and eyes are both dark, but there’s nothing dark about the expression on his face. He looks satisfied. Content. Dare I say happy even.
“Why did you shout out ‘ass’ when you came?”
His question makes me flush fire engine red. “I, uh, didn’t mean to do that.”
“Okay,” he chuckles.
“Yeah.”
“So are you good? You look a little dazed over there.”
I sigh with relief that he’s moved on to another topic. “Yeah. One of my top five best nights ever.” I smile but I’m completely serious.
“Top five, huh. I’ve got some work to do if that wasn’t the number one spot,” Ryne jokes. “Although you know what, I’m good with calling it top-five. Because it’s not the number one best night ever.” My heart, still pounding rapidly in my chest, does a little squeeze at his words and then drops into the pit of my stomach. “The best night ever will come when I can get my mouth on your dick again. I have plans for that dick, Dacen.”
The squeezing feeling goes away, quickly replaced by butterflies again. “Really? That would be your best night ever?”
“Uh, yeah. Fuck yeah. No hypothetical answers here. At least until something else we do tops it.”
My heart is still pounding. I’m not sure if he intentionally made a play on words, but regardless, I need all his words right now. They calm me and ground me in a way nobody and nothing else has before, even when they’re dirty.
“I’m so down for that.”
