“Kadey-babe! How was the jam sesh?” he slurs.
“It was really good!”
“Told ya!” He hiccups.
I laugh under my breath. “You did.”
“And how’re you feeling?” he asks, because he knows me better than anyone. I ponder over it for a beat.
“I feel good.” I huff a laugh that’s more like a breath of relief. Because the anxiety about being around people didn’t made itself known tonight. I haven’t even thought about it since I stepped inside the garage. I drop my shoulder and sigh.Fuck, it feels good!
“Told ya,” he says again. “So, did you make the nervous devil?”
“Did I make the devil nervous?” I laugh. “Uhm, not sure.Areyou nervous?”
“I’m always nervous around you,” he says, voice low.
I snort, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder to wash my hands. “How was your night?”
“Oh, you know,” he sighs dramatically. “A lot of wine, a lot of food, and old photos of embarrassing parents, so, all in all… medium.”
“You poor thing,” I mock, chuckling. “When’ll you get back tomorrow?”
“Aww, you miss me?”
“Fuck off,” I laugh, drying my hands on the towel, exiting the bathroom and dropping down on my couch.
“I miss your dick,” he whispers, and said dick jerks behind my zipper.
“Yeah?”
“M-hm. Was thinking about it in the shower earlier.”
I swallow. Images of him in the shower flash through my head. It’s like a fucking movie as I think about his body and tanned skin, surrounded by steam. I feel my pulse increasing and my dick’s starting to swell. I press my hand to it.
Everything about this is wrong. Right? He’s drunk, for starters. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He’ll probably regret this whole thing in the morning.
Right?
But then he exhales heavily, and it makes me even harder.
“I’m thinking about it now, too,” he breathes.
“What are you thinking?” I ask. Curiosity taking over.
“I’m thinking about how you filled me up when you fucked me.”
A jolt shoots through my body and down to my dick, making my eyelids flutter, and images of us rush in. We haven’t fucked since that first time, and it’s been on my mind for days. I want to do it again but after the freak-out, I wasn’t sure Seth’s on board, so I haven’t brought it up.
“About how fucking sexy you were, throwing me around,” he moans quietly. My breath gets stuck in my throat, and I get up and rush into my bedroom. Unbuckling my belt on the way.
“How you made me come so hard—” He moans again, louder now. And I shove my hand down my boxers, wrapping a hand around my dick, and gasp. I drag the pre-cum down my length, kicking my pants off and wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder again, leaning a hand on the wall in front of me. Jerking off to the sound of Seth’s whimpering.
“Are you touching yourself?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“Fuuuck, I wish I was there!”
