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Jet chuckled a lovely deep rumble. “Ari, we’ve fucked. My dick has a nickname as a result.”
“I know.” Oh, how I knew. Wonder DickTMhad well and truly earnt his nickname.
Another delicious rumble.
“I know you know.”
“But, you really think about me like that since we just had one night together?”
There was silence, then the pop of his lips as he finished a sip of his beer.
God, those lips of his. They’d be wet from his beer, wet from the bath. I swallowed hard. Was I panting?
“I think about you and our night, and I also think about how you’re now a friend.” His swallow was loud enough that I could hear the action over the phone. His tone was sincere, nothing condescending or sarcastic.
“You’re my friend, too. I can’t imagine not talking to you or texting you.”
“So, Ari, can I tell my friend how I feel right now?”
My heart rate spiked. “Y-yes.”
Moving my legs sent a bolt of pleasure everywhere. Just not quite delivering what I needed. And all we were doing was talking about being friends.
Weren’t we?
“I feel comfortable flirting with you and playing around with you and talking about anything you fucking want to.”
“Me too.”
“But I’ve never jerked off thinking about you because it didn’t feel right. Felt skeevy. Like I was doing you a dirty.”
And I realised I’d done the same, in a way. I’d thought about our night in the van, how good it had felt. How he’d dirty-talked. But it was all blurry when I did think about it. Hazy, sexy memories.
“So, Ari, I gotta know. Can I think of you while I touch myself?”
“Do you mean fantasise about me?”
“Oh yeah. I want you to be the star of the show in my head.”
“Yes,” I panted. “You can, if you want to.”
Jet let out a low groan. There was a clink of his beer bottle on something hard. Tiles? And then more water splashing.
“Fuck, Ari.”
Was he doing it right now? Was his hand wrapped around Wonder Dick, pleasuring himself while talking to me?
“And Ari?”
“Mmmm?” My head was spinning.
“You can too, if you want.”
“C-can what?” My voice was a breathy whisper now.
He chuckled again and then groaned. “Touch yourself thinking about me doing every dirty thing you can imagine to you. You’re allowed, too.”
I moaned and Jet grunted. “Babe. I … I gotta go.” He chuckled softly. “You know why.”
