“Not with Tyler. I’ve used it on myself. The app has some fun ‘playlists’ as they call them.”
Gavin shifted in his seat again, a seriousness on his face as he scrolled through, deciphering and reading all the pop-ups that came when you first downloaded it. I was still staring at the instruction manual when I saw him reach over to the nightstand and—
“You wear glasses?” I asked, seeing the black frames he was putting on.
A smile flinched on his lips. “I’m millennia’s old. Something is bound to go bad after a while. They’re only for reading or if I’m staring at a computer for too long, though,” he said.
God, he was hot in those fucking glasses.
“What are your other weaknesses?” I asked.
“Weak knee. Occasional ringing ear. Bad shoulder. You.” He shrugged. “I could be taken out any minute now.”
“Poor thing,” I taunted. “So, do you want the code?” I asked him after another minute.
He looked at me over the frames. “Ah… for research only,” he said, and I felt my mouth twist to stop from smiling.
“Of course.” I held the code up to the screen, and he scanned it, then leaned back against the pillows again.
The bulge in his sweats was more noticeable. He kept glancing at me as he thumbed through the directions and options. Noise emitted from the toy with his first choice, and I held the suction end to my palm. My skin sucked into it as he had it on a slow setting. My gaze moved to his, and he changed it to a pulse.
“What does that feel like?” he asked, his voice husky.
“It feels like… it’s too steady, I think. Should be more organic like it would be in real life,” I said. “Try the licking one.”
My thighs squeezed at the concentration on his face, his determination to figure this out. I loved how curious he was about it.
“You know, as the God of Lust with his own dating app, I thought you would have known about this by now,” I said.
“I’ve heard of it, but I haven’t used it on anyone,” he replied. “You’re the only person to have ever held my attention enough to warrant a video chat.”
He changed the setting then, and a pulse moved between my thighs as I saw that he was in total control, with no playlist or specific setting. He was pressing those buttons and responding only to my face. I met his gaze, and a slow smirk spread on his lips.
“Better?” he asked.
I squirmed slightly, rubbing my thighs together, and his gaze fell on my hips, his own hand moving to his lap, where he gave his rousing cock a few slow strokes. I almost whimpered at that—just seeing how much he was turned on from merely thinking about controlling my orgasm. And when I could see his entire cock outlined beneath those pants, I sat on the bed, my mouth watering at the possibility of just looking at his dick again.Fuck.
He changed his rhythm on the toy, all hesitation thrown to the wind.
“Take your dick out,” I said eagerly.
“Take your shirt off,” he countered.
I snickered under my breath. “How about a game then?”
“I’m listening,” he said.
“Maybe truth or dare?” I suggested. “That doesn’t count, right? It’s just a game, after all. And we’re only following the rules.”
His gaze stayed locked on mine for a long moment, and I wondered what was going through his mind.
“Truth or dare, sweet girl,” he finally said.
My heart thumped so erratically that it plummeted to my cunt. I inhaled a sharp breath. “Truth,” I answered.
“Is it true that you always think of me when you use these?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Truth or dare.”
