“Yes, sir,” I can’t help but say, now knowing how it affects him.
“Oh, fuck,” Corey moans, using both hands to slide his sweatpants and briefs down to his knees. His erection springs free, and I gasp so loud, Corey hears it and chuckles. “So, you really haven’t peeked,” he says, fisting his cock and giving himself a few soft, slow tugs.
There’s really no other way to describe his dick other than perfect. And huge. He’s longandthick, and currently deliciously veiny and red. Corey strokes himself a few times, running his thumb over the head, spreading a generous amount of precum up and down his shaft.
Watching him this way feels illicit—as he strokes himself, bites his lip, and moans. I find myself bitingmylip, my hands itching to touch myself, even though he told me not to.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask softly, not sure if he even heard me over his grunts and moans.
Corey squeezes his cock tighter, then pauses his strokes to say, “I’m thinking about the next time I see you. How I won’t be able to control myself. How badly I want to be inside you right now…” He starts stroking again, moaning, “Fuck, Bex.”
Suddenly, it gets rough, faster, his hips thrusting up with every stroke. We are both panting, but only one of us is headed for immediate relief. I want to touch myself so badly; I am so wet right now that I’ve soaked through my panties. I can feel the wet spot on my sweats.
“Bex,” he growls. My attention snaps toward him. “Eyes on me, baby. Watch me come for you.”
“Oh, fuck, Corey,” I moan softly. My hips are moving involuntarily, seeking relief but grinding against nothing.
“Bex,” he chokes out one last time, shouting out as his cock throbs in his grip. Come pulses from his cock, two long streaks against his defined abs, then trickles down the base of his length, over his hand.
As he catches his breath, Corey finally breaks his gaze from mine.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper, thankful I remembered to wear my headphones for this call, although I was certainly not expecting this.
Corey chuckles and reaches toward his end table, where he grabs a tissue. As he cleans himself up, he asks, “Was it worth it?”
“Was it worth not watching any of your videos or peeking at the silicone dildo modeled after your beautiful cock?” I stammer out the words. “Yeah, it was really fucking worth it.”
He pulls his sweatpants up and leans forward, picking up his phone and holding it closer to his face. “You are so beautiful, Bex. Watching you watch me… that’s the hottest thing I’ve done in a long fucking time.”
My clit pulses at his confession, and I open my mouth to respond, but he cuts me off.
“I’m gonna be nice,” he says, that smirk on his face again. “It’s getting late, and I have to be up at 5 a.m. to get to the gym. So, I’m gonna let you go.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “How is that nice?” I say, pouting.
“Because once this call is over, I want you to get that beautiful ass in bed and get yourself off,” he says in a raspy voice. “You deserve it for being such a good girl.”
Corey winks and the call ends.
“That motherfucker!” I shout, tossing my phone onto the bed. Even with my headphones in, I can hear Ally and Britney snickering in the living room. I don’t even care what they heard.
I take another sip of my wine before slipping my clothes off, grab my toy from my nightstand drawer, and follow Corey’s orders. With the image of him jerking off still fresh in my mind, and the memory of him moaning my name, it doesn’t take me long to come at all. It’s almost unsatisfying and slightly lonely.
Picking up my phone, I text him.
Bex:When the fuck are you coming back to
Vegas?!
Chapter 13
Corey
Bex:how are you feeling?
Corey:Sore as hell. I’m too old for this shit.
Corey:(sweaty gym selfie)
