Page 52 of Melt His Heart

Me: Maybe you should just stay up?

Carson: maybe i will…what are you going to do to make me?

I freeze up at his question. I didn’t think about what would happen if I got this far. Of course, it’s almost like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. That I’m totally struggling through this. So he takes the lead. I relax against the bed.

Carson: i keep looking at your photo

Me: Do you like it?

Carson: i do, i wish i was there with you

Me: Why?

Carson: so i can help you with that.

Me: How?

My body feels like it’s on fire while waiting for Carson’s response; my erection is throbbing. I pull his hoodie up and reach down to stroke myself to relieve some of the tension. Now this is something I’m very familiar with: getting off on my own. The smell of Carson mixed with the thought of what more he’s going to say, it won’t take much to get me there tonight.

Carson: well since you asked…

Carson: i want to worship every inch of your body with my fucking mouth

Me: Carson…

Carson: i can hear you whining

Carson: you always do it when we kiss and i always want to bend you over and give you something to whine about

Me: Carson please…

Carson: please what baby tell me what you want

Me: I don’t know

Carson: its ok

Carson: just relax and i’ll tell you what i want to do to you

My breath hitches reading his message, waiting for him to continue as I get myself off. I wonder if he’s doing the same. I wish I were ready to see him face to face like this.

Carson: i want to enter you nice and slow like you deserve

Carson: and then when you feel ready..i want to take you until you’re completely out of your mind

Me: Carson…

My hand is not enough to go along with this fantasy anymore. So I reach over and grab the bottle of lube I have stored deep in the very bottom drawer of my nightstand. Why am I hiding it there when I’m the only soul ever here? I don’t know. The liquid is cold between my fingers as I coat them. Slowly, I push the first finger past the tight ring of my entrance, working it until I feel ready for the next, and breathe in deep before adding.

Carson: let me see you baby…let me see what you’re doing

Carson: please.

Me: Ok.

I whimper as I move my fingers in and out of myself. I try to angle the phone as best I can, but there’s nothing coy about what I’m about to send to Carson. I chuckle to myself, thinking about how I’m doing exactly what Liam said not to do. Does it count if he can only see my hand moving in and out? I send the video of me fingering myself, and he responds immediately.

Carson: fuck….