Page 64 of The Liar in Room 5

“Me too, Daddy.”

Something about the moment had me feeling brave. My breath caught in my throat before I added, “I’ve been thinking about what could’ve been happening.”

“Oh yeah?” Daddy stared intently into the phone. “Want to tell me what that might be?”

I took a steadying breath and said, “I think it might involve our cocks.”

How was it that someone thirty-nine years and fifty weeks old had never had phone sex? It didn’t matter because I was about to lose my phone-sex virginity.

“Tell me more, sweetheart,” Daddy encouraged. “I want to hear all about it.”

“Uh, first, I think you should, um, take off your sleep pants.”

“Will you join me?”

“Yeah,” I answered shakily.

Within seconds, we were both stark naked and back to lying on our respective beds. Daddy held the phone at an angle so I had a full view of his chest and face. Mine stayed focused mostly on my face because I was much less assured about my body. Not worried enough to start going to the gym again, but worried enough not to be excited to flash him.

“Sweetheart, I wish I could be there in person,” Daddy admitted.

It was off camera, but I saw the slight movement of his arm, and my mind wandered to what exactly he might be doing. I imagined his large fingers wrapped around his cock, making lazy strokes over it. Not enough to actually come, but enough to remind himself how good it felt. Maybe he’d take his thumb and capture a little of the precum leaking from the slit to use as lube. It was possible he’d stop every once in a while to cup and handle his balls too.

“Same. Daddy, what are you doing? I can see your arm moving.”

Rather than answer, he grinned, then panned the phone down his body. I caught a quick glimpse of his flat stomach before his cock was front and center. It was already fully hard, the tip glistening with precum. He fisted his cock, every once in a while brushing across the head. When he did that, I heard his sharp intake of breath.

Daddy’s cock was thick and stout, more like a can. Mine was a bit longer but slimmer. If I was going to pick between the two, I’d always choose his. Hands down.

When he moved the camera back up, he looked a little more strained than before. There was a slight sheen of sweat across his forehead and the tendons in his neck stood out a little more. His more labored breathing sent my self-confidence soaring. I swear this man made me feel powerful just by being around him.

“Can I see you, sweetheart?”

After the briefest moment of indecision, I shifted the camera angle so he could see all of me. His sharp intake of breath pooled low in my stomach and hardened my cock even more. Precum beaded at the tip.

“I wish I could taste you because that cock needs to be sucked.”

At his words, I swiped my finger through the sticky liquid, flipped the phone, and let him watch me taste myself. He visibly shuddered, and abject lust was plainly written across his face. My confidence soared.

“But, Daddy, I want to taste you too,” I whispered. “Because I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.”

Daddy propped up the phone on extra pillows, so I had a more complete view of him. His legs were spread wide and his hand moved faster on his cock.

“Next time, sweetheart. All you want.”

I made approving sounds and shifted around on the bed until I could give Daddy a better view. Words faded, and we spent our time touching ourselves while imagining it was the other’s hand. Each glide was a reminder that while it wasn’t quite enough, it was all we had tonight. I heard Daddy’s groan when my back arched off the bed. I desperately wanted to come, but it was just out of reach. No matter how much I chased my release, it slipped from my grasp over and over again. Daddy’s groan interrupted my tangent.

“Fuck, Drew, you’ve ruined me. Without feeling your tight ass around my dick, it’s not the same. Goddamn, I need you.”

His rushed, harsh words were enough to bring me right to the edge of where I desperately wanted to go.

“Yeesss,” I groaned. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me.”

“Soon, sweetheart. Soon. The minute I get back. Fuuuuuuck.”

With our promises given, we reached climax at the same time. Ropes of cum pulsed from my cock, spilling onto my fist and torso. The only sounds were our matched gasping breaths. With half-hooded eyes, Daddy watched me through the screen.

“Taste yourself, sweetheart.”