His neck and ears turned a deep red. “I thought you’d changed your mind,” Dean whispered. “And you still have your shirt on.”
“Wait a second.” I swear I heard buttons fly across the room as I ripped it from my chest. “Better?” I pulled the phone away toshow that I, too, was naked before I flopped onto the bed. “Prop your phone up somewhere safe. Then play with your nipples for me, Pink.”
Dean didn’t hesitate to do as I asked. He moved some of the pillows around to lean his cell against it. He reached up and squeezed the rose-colored buds and whimpered softly. He tugged and pulled lightly at the barbells that pierced them, never once looking away from me.
“Feels good, huh? You wish I was there with you? Sucking on them, licking and biting at them and driving you wild?” I resisted the urge to touch myself. I was already close. I wanted to savor this moment. Enjoy the show he was giving me.
Dean nodded; his top teeth buried in his bottom lip.
“Mm, you can do better than that, baby. Use your words.” I gripped the blanket next to me instead of my aching cock. It would be embarrassing to come before he did.
Dean moaned. “Yes, sir. I wish you were here. I want to kiss you and taste you. I want to touch you and feel your hard body against mine. I want...” A flush covered his neck again.
“You want what? Don’t be shy now. If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to tell me what you want and what you don’t.” I focused on his blown-out pupils, the look of hazy lust in his emerald eyes. “Because I’ll tell you want I want. I want to feel what it’s like to be inside of you. I want to spread your cheeks, play with that tight hole, and get you get you ready for my dick. Shove my tongue inside of you and eat you out. You’ll love that, won’t you? And then I’m going to fuck you until you come so hard you black out.”
Dean’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck, yes. I want to know exactly how that feels like. I’ve never been rimmed before, but I think I’d like that.”
“You’re going to come when you touch yourself, aren’t you, Pink baby?”
“I think so, yes. I’m so close already.”
I reached down to wrap my hand around my cock and stroked it a few times. “You want to be a good boy and come for me?”
“Can I? Please, I need to come so bad, sir, and I just... I want to come for you.” Dean’s voice trembled as he spoke, and I swear in that moment, I’d never wanted anyone more. My entire body ached for this beautiful boy who wanted nothing more than to do what I asked.
I nodded. “Touch yourself. Come for me now.”
And then Dean was coming. His mouth opened, and he moaned my name as he came apart before me. I was too transfixed on the beautiful moment before me to worry about myself. Dean was a gorgeous man, but watching his climax was a religious experience. His body trembled and shook. His eyes clamped shut, and when he was done, he took a few minutes before he looked at me again.
“That was amazing to watch,” I murmured.
Dean gave me a shy smile. “Did you...?”
“Not yet.” And I gave myself a couple of strokes, then it was my turn to groan out his name, my orgasm a sticky, hot mess against my stomach. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done this with someone else, and then I realized I never had. Not over the phone, and certainly not with another man. I never let myself get serious enough with anyone to let it get this far.
Dean was quiet on the line, and when I opened my eyes, I found him watching me. “I should probably wash up and go back downstairs.” He started to climb from my bed.
“You could stay there.” I stopped him and saw the surprise in his eyes. “I mean, sleeping on a couch has to be uncomfortable, right?”
He raised his brows. “And what about Cole?”
“He’s at his grandparents’ until I get home, remember? You don’t have to worry about him. He has everything he needs at their place,” I assured him.
Dean chewed on his bottom lip. “Okay.”
Warmth spread through my belly. “Then why don’t we both wash up and meet back here when we’re done?”
With that, we both got up. I went into the bathroom to clean the cum from my stomach and hand. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, which caused me to pause for a moment. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes still a little blissed-out, and there was a deep flush over my neck and face, but I looked happier than I had in a long time.
Would this be a bad idea? Trying this with Dean? We liked one another and had a hell of a lot of chemistry. I might be worth trying to see if we were combatable in other ways as well. We would need to tell Cole, though, before that crush got worse. He was a little smitten.
When I stepped back into the bedroom, I dug out a pair of sweats and a shirt from my suitcase. I quickly put them on, then climbed back onto the bed. I found Dean waiting for me, lying on his side. A smile spread over his face when he saw me. The fact that he was wearing one of my Terriers shirts with my name and number on the front didn’t go unnoticed. It almost felt like I was claiming him. Why was that so damn hot?
“You look good in my shirt, Pink.”
Dean dragged a hand through his messy hair. “I guess that means you don’t mind.”
I chuckled softly. “Not one bit.” I pulled the covers up around my waist as I continued to watch him. I was amazed by how comfortable he was with all of this. That he wasn’t freaking out. Maybe because his brother and his best friend were queer. “Did you let Maverick know where you were?”
