Hot showers always triggered an erection and that night was no exception. I saved my jerking off in case Maverick wanted to engage in some playtime. Once I was dried off, I slid into the jeans I stole from Maverick. They were a little long in the legs, but otherwise fit damn good.
I climbed onto my bed, placed the laptop between my legs, and angled it so it showed my face and upper body. I’d save the jeans as a surprise. I logged onto Skype and typed in Maverick’s username. The image of him on my screen took my breath away. I flopped back against my pillows and audibly gasped.
He was there in all of his naked glory – the crisp, chest hair making me ache to run my fingers through it, his tightly muscled abdomen, and his hand stroking slowly up and down his hardened shaft. The wicked gleam in his eyes told me just how much he had been looking forward to surprising me. My bad, bad boy sat with his knees raised and legs spread, showing me the puckered hole that only I had claimed. My mouth was so dry that I couldn’t speak, could only gape at his raw sexiness as he pleasured himself right in front of me.
“Say something, Doc. Tell me you find this as hot as I do.” I nodded enthusiastically. The hand that had been fondling his balls slid down lower and I watched as he teased his hole with his middle finger.
“Mav.” My voice was raw and desperate as I pleaded with him, but what was I pleading for? For more? For him to slow down? For him to drive to D.C. and let me stroke and fuck him?
“Touch yourself, Doc. Slowly.”
I remembered that he could only see my upper chest so I took my sweet time playing with my nipples until they became hard enough to cut glass. I slid my hands down my chest and unbuttoned the jeans he couldn’t see. I loved the desperate look in his eyes when he saw my arm moving and knew what I was doing out of his line of vision.
“More, Noah. Show me your dick.” Too anyone else, we would’ve sounded like some raunchy sex chat site, but this was us needing to connect in any possible way we could. I smiled wickedly when I moved the laptop further down the bed so he could see the jeans I wore.
“Fuck, those look hot on you.” I didn’t keep them on long. My need to come was taking control of my ability to tease and taunt him. “Now it’s my turn to worry that you’ll be strutting around in them.”
“I don’t strut,” I chided him. “These are for your eyes only.”
I positioned myself to mirror him, knees spread with everything exposed to him. “You’re so sexy, Noah. Jesus, I’m not going to last long.”
“Me either.” I matched him stroke for stroke and teased my hole just like him. I wanted it to be his hands touching me. I allowed myself to get lost in his eyes and pretend we were together; that I felt his breath on my skin, his beard tickling my nipples before he sucked one in his mouth, and his cries of pleasure in my ear.
When we were done, we laid there sprawled in front of each other, cum splattering our stomachs, and our breath coming fast. Surely the smile I wore on my face was as satisfied as the one he wore on his face. I didn’t think I could get any happier unless we were physically in the same room until Maverick spoke again.
“I’ll be there next weekend.” I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. “We both need to make changes and sacrifices for this to work. I’ll be there by the time you get off work on Friday.” I would be in his arms again in six days. I could do that.
We talked for a few hours through Skype about anything and everything after we got cleaned up and put on sweats. It reminded me of those sleepovers we had when we were kids when we would make a fort out of a bed sheet and sit beneath it for hours and talk or tell ghost stories. Somehow, Maverick was able to make me feel that same close connection even though we were three hundred and sixty-three miles apart instead of inches apart like in our old forts. It was down to five more days until I touched him by the time we disconnected from Skype.
