“How much?” I asked.
“A lot.”
Aching to be let free, I yanked at the front button and shoved my jeans down just enough to get a hand wrapped around my cock. It throbbed against my palm, his confession causing a little bit of precum to bead at the tip.
“I did, too.” Admitting it out loud was risky, even with his own confession having just been made.
I wasn’t used to playing all of my cards like this, putting my raw wants and desires out on the table for the person that I wanted most to see and examine, to pick apart and potentially reject me over. Perhaps my horny brain was giving me less fucks to give, or Avery’s own words were fueling me to being completely transparent.
On the other end of the line, his breathing became labored. “Fuck...”
“You know what else I liked?” I waited for his response and then said, “I liked you watching me.”
“You were... you lookedsofucking good, Brandon.”
I gave my cock a long stroke, curling my palm up around the wet head and dragging it back down toward my balls. Who knew getting off to being this honest was a thing? A week ago I would’ve been mortified at the thought of Avery ever suspecting I was attracted to him. Now I had my fucking hand wrapped around my cock, getting off to him telling me how much he liked watching me come.
“Avery...” I darted my tongue out to wet my lips. “Where are you?”
“Um. I’m hiding out in an empty bathroom. One of those family ones.”
“You’re alone?”
“Yeah.”
Perfect. “How hard are you?”
The strangled sound was music to my fucking ears. “Jesus Christ.”
“I want you to touch yourself with me.”
“With you?”
I hummed in response, flexing my fingers around the base of my cock and then giving myself a few quick strokes to force more precum to leak out. I smeared it from the tip and down again, getting myself slick enough not to be uncomfortable.
On the other end of the line, there was some rustling and then the sound of a toilet seat slamming down. Getting him to do this in a hospital was risky and even more so with him taking up a family bathroom with the sole purpose of getting him off.
I wasn’t about to regret a damn thing, though. Not when I knew the second he had himself in his hand by the way he groaned into the phone.
“Shit,” he muttered.
My horny brain was screaming at me to tell him to take a picture and send it over—an impulse that was damn hard to ignore over the rushing of blood in my ears that was soon traveling down to my crotch.
Damn, what I wouldn’t give to add a photo like that to my own personal spank bank collection. He’d be the first one in that folder. Maybe even the only.
“You were a natural,” I told him. “Could’ve sworn you’d given someone a handjob before.”
“Just you.”
The fluttering in my stomach kicked up again. I doubted he meant for his words to be so flattering, but damn if thatdidn’t make me feel special. Obviously, Avery hadn’t changed his preferences all that much since leaving at seventeen. And whatever fluke this was of him finding an interest in experimenting with me, I’d give him the best damn crash course I had to offer.
The last thing I’d let this man walk away with was regrets and shame. There would be none of that when it was just us.
“You know what I liked the most? Your cock in my mouth.”
He groaned again. “You’ve got a talented fucking mouth.”
“Wish I was there with you. Kneeling on the floor at your feet. Your cock in my mouth. I could suck on it all day, Avery.”
