"Just give me a minute to dry off, and then you can talk to me while I have my morning coffee."
"Okay."
Andrew must have set the phone down on the counter because I could see the ceiling and the edge of the mirror. I could see the barest hint of a hip in the reflection of the mirror. I groaned as I bit my bottom lip.
If the phone was tilted just a bit more...
I reached down under the covers and rubbed my hand over my hardening cock. I couldn't see much, but, man, I wanted to. Just that one glimpse was enough to have me panting for more. I'd probably pass out if I got to see it all.
As I started stroking my cock, I envisioned everything I wanted to explore…Andrew's broad shoulders, his muscular chest, even his tight ass. The more I envisioned, the harder I got. There was just no way around it. I was going to have to do something about my aching cock, or I'd never get to sleep.
Luckily, I had the perfect fantasy in mind. It involved a tall, bearded lawyer that looked sexier than anyone I'd ever met. But as I quickly stroked myself, it was Andrew's magical hands that I fantasized about.
I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. In my fantasy, I saw Andrew's hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me to completion. The harder I stroked, the more I fell into my fantasy until I couldn't tell if it was Andrew's hand wrapped around me or my own.
As the pressure built, I started moving my hips, thrusting into Andrew's tight grip. My legs trembled, and my breath caught in my throat as I brushed my thumb over the tip of my cock. Feeling myself about to explode, I let my other hand fall down to fondle my balls.
One touch was all it took.
I dug my head back into the pillow, crying out Andrew's name as I shot load after load over my abdomen. I stroked myself a few more times, milking my orgasm until I became too sensitive.
Chuckling to myself at my wild fantasy, I reached for a napkin to clean myself up and then tossed it into the garbage can next to the bed. I absently wondered how Andrew would feel if he knew that I'd just masturbated to fantasies of him, especially after knowing me for just a handful of days.
"Dalton?"
My eyes snapped open.
Holy fuck!
I'd forgotten he was still on the phone.
"Are you still there?" Andrew asked.
I glanced around until I spotted my phone in the covers. I picked it up and hesitantly turned it over until I could see the screen. "I'm still here."
Flushed cheeks and all.
"Where'd you go?"
"Oh, I was just getting ready for bed."
Let's go with that.
"Do I need to let you go?"
"No, I'm good." I scooted down in the bed until I was all snuggled in. I prayed he never found out what I'd just done. That would be so embarrassing. "Tell me about what you have planned for the day."
I smiled when Andrew started talking.
Looked like luck might be with me.
Chapter Four
~ Dalton ~
Work had been a bitch, and I was looking forward to taking a shower and then crawling into my bed with my cell phone. Maybe today Andrew and I could make plans to actually meet up in person. I liked the video chats and the texting, which we still did from time to time, but I'd really like to try out that slow dancing thing he mentioned last week.
I know Andrew wanted to take things slow, and I was fine with that, but we'd been chatting for almost two weeks now. I wanted some in-person face time.
