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“Goddamn, you better believe I would be. I love how your lips feel when they’re on mine.”

“I miss how good your stubble feels,” Brad hums, obliging me by pushing his sweats out of the way.

“Fuck.” A deep grunt escapes me. “You’re messy already, sunshine.” There’s a glistening bead of precum at his tip when his cock bobs up against his stomach.

“Show me.” Brad pans the phone lower, giving me a better angle to appreciate everything. His thickness, that smooth skin, the vein I want to map with my tongue. “Let me see you.”

My brain stalls. My heart too.

“Here? Right now?” I shoot a furtive look at my surroundings. My ass rests on the edge of a stack of wooden pallets. This is beyond a terrible idea. Yet my hand is already moving south.

Brad hums, swiping his thumb over that wetness to smear it around the swollen head of him. “Since you’re busy undressing me, it’s only fair I get to see how sloppy you are.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, and before I can successfully overthink it, I adjust my weight and fumble one-handed with my belt.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” Brad wraps himself in his fist and starts to leisurely stroke. It’s hypnotic the way his fist shuttles up and down, casting shadows over the screen that add to the tease of it all. “I wanna fuck you wearing just the glasses. You goddamn kill me with how good you look with them on.”

Heat intensifies on my cheeks. “Want me to leave them on while I suck you?” I can’t quite believe I’m playing this game so eagerly.

Brad makes a desperate sort of sound. “Fffuuuck. Put me in your mouth.”

My breathing shallows, growing choppy with the effort to stay quiet. “I love feeling how heavy you are on my tongue. When I feel you push inside my mouth, it drives me crazy.”

“I need to see,” Brad whines. “You look so hot with those sexy glasses and your lips wrapped around the base of me. Fuck yes, I can feel you taking me all the way.”

He says the words and I feel it. I feel him. That musky masculine scent is so visceral in my mind’s eye, filling my nostrils with all the recollections of him—it’s as if he truly is sliding hot and heavy across my tongue. Those potent memories of being with him swirl through my senses, grabbing hold of my every brain cell. “Wrap your palm around my throat. Put your hand there. Feel how I swallow you,” I murmur, fixated on the place where he juts up inside his fist.

“Ummmppphhf. Fuck.” Brad gets caught off guard by that visual I just painted for him. The camera shakes and his dick jerks.

“Hold your hand out. Let me spit,” Brad commands, voice more than a little ragged now. “If you’re gonna deep-throat me, you can at least play with yourself properly while you’re on your knees.”

I quickly spit in my palm, just as he would if he were here and I were actually on my knees for him.

All it takes is that first moment I touch myself, slick and desperate, to have me biting down on my bottom lip. The noise that threatens to escape is worthy of a porn star, and I’m in agony at how good this feels but how wrong it is that I’m sitting here with my cock in my hand. Something about that combination trips a wire in my brain. Heat zaps down my spine and I know this is gonna be fast and terribly messy.

“Oh, baby. Look at you.” Brad hits me with that dose of praise I shouldn’t like as much as I do. “You look like a fucking dream.”

“I-I’m already close,” I gasp. Tugging on myself near frantically. Have I ever been this turned inside out? Nothing compares to how it feels to do this with him. To watch him fuck his fist. To see his stomach muscles bunching and flexing with that V more prominently outlined by shadows. To hear his heavy breathing and quiet groans and soft curses delivered so intimately in my ear buds.

This is sensory overload.

Everything about this has me primed and ready to burst.

Right here, surrounded by pine trees and shoveled snow, I’m seconds away from rocketing cum.

“Ffffuuuck. Your mouth.” Brad squeezes, tugs harder, thrusts his hips to chase the sensation. “Use your tongue, just like that. Goddamn, the way you suck dick is too good.”

My heart thunders, and I’m battling for my life not to start making pathetic fucking noises out loud. “Brad. Fuck. Sunshine, I’m gonna …” Gritting my teeth to get the words out, I’m right on edge. Tingling gathers low in my balls, everything tightens, and my grip is brutal as I race for the point of no return.

“That’s it. Sweet fuck, suck me deep.” Through the screen, his cock throbs. “I’m there. God. Swallow me. Swallow every fucking drop.”

“Unghhhh. Fuck.” A feral noise bursts past my lips. My dick fills and surges and fucking explodes all over my palm. I think I go blank. As my vision blurs at the edges, I watch cum pump out of Brad’s dick on my phone screen at the same time as my own. White ribbons streak out to coat his fist, his knuckles, and the camera wobbles as he moves it closer. He gives me the kind of lewd, carnal view I would have if my mouth was right there.

I can taste the salty tanginess of him. I can feel the heat of him. I can smell his musky, masculine scent of sex and sweat.

Something moves and catches the corner of my eye, and I damn well have a heart attack, scrambling to shove myself away. I’m a fucking mess, cum all over my hand, the sticky evidence of what I just did smears over the hem of my shirt and soaks the cotton of my boxer briefs.

“Holy shit.” At the rate my heart is furiously pumping, I feel like I’m out of my body right now. Shoving my hand beneath my top, I wipe the slickness over my stomach, doing my best to hide the fact I just jacked off out in the open.