Page 38 of The Turning of the Tables

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Seth?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me you’re hard right now.”

I didn’t have to lie to him. “God, yes.”

“Tell me you’re touching yourself.”

I bit my lip. “I am now.” I wasn’t—not yet. I staggered out of the kitchen and into my room, closing the door and falling onto the bed before letting myself reach into my sweatpants to grip my swollen cock. I somehow managed to hit speaker on the phone so I didn’t have to hold it up. “God, I am now.”

“Good.” His voice made my skin vibrate. “Take it slow. Steady. Imagine I’m behind you, and it’s my hand.”

It was all too easy to do just that. To imagine his thickcock pushing against my ass cheeks. His breath on my spine. “God,” I breathed.

He let out a soft grunt.

“Are you?” I asked him.

“Am I what?” he countered, his voice slightly breathy.

“T-touching yourself.” My skin was on fire.

“I’m imagining rimming you with my cock,” he breathed. “Stroking just the tip. Playing with it the way I played with your ass.”

I whimpered.

“Slow down, Seth.” I gasped, obeying. “You don’t—have any toys, do you?”

My skin couldn’t possibly get any hotter. “Y-yes.”

“Tell me you have a dildo.”

“I—yes.”

He groaned. “Fuck.” I heard him pant a few times. “Stretch yourself for me,” he rasped. “I want you to fuck yourself with it.” Another few breaths. “And I want to hear you come from it.”

“God,” I gasped. My cock ached, my balls tight. If I did as he asked, I’d come in a second. “I—I don’t want to go too soon.”

“No such thing,” he managed. “Because the minute you do, I’m going to come all over myself.”

I whined in the back of my throat.

“Come on, Seth. Stretch yourself for me. Tell me what you’re doing.”

I’d stopped stroking myself, too sensitive to keep going, especially if I was going to do as he said. Swallowing and trying to get myself under control, I half-rolled over to grab lube and condoms, along with my dildo out of the bedside drawer. The condoms made cleanup easier.

I had one of the dildos that had a narrower side and awider one—one side for prep and one for… well, not prep. I slid a condom over the narrow side, along with a lot of lube.

“Seth?”

“I’m—” I kicked off my sweats, then spread my legs. “Opening myself,” I managed. “I’m—God—pushing in a little. Now pulling out. And—God—in.”

I could hear his breath over the phone, his breathing heavy. “Keep going,” he said, his voice tight. “Push deeper.”

I did as he asked, letting out a moan as I pushed farther than I usually did. “God. So tight. Sogood.”

“Tell me,” he demanded.