Squeeze a little harder. Just enough to remind yourself who you belong to tonight.
My eyes flutter shut. I do what he says, and the jolt that follows makes my whole body tense. Logan from the showers the other day flashes inside my head. And it mixes and blends with the profile picture of this guy, untilI’m so hard it’s painful. With a bitten-off groan, I crack my eyes open to read the next message when my phone vibrates.
SlowBurn69: Now stroke once.
Slow. From base to tip. I want you dripping for me. I want to taste that sweet pre-cum.
Me: Fuck.
SlowBurn69: That’s it. You gonna be a good boy and come for me, or do I need to work for it?
Me: Work for it.
I arch into my hand and stroke myself slowly, even though every part of me wants to just jack off and come to the image of Logan that is firmly behind my eyelids. Fuck this might be better than meeting in person. Why have I never tried sexting before?
SlowBurn69: Damn right.
If I had you here, I’d push you down onto your knees, grab a fistful of your shirt, and hold you still while I fucked your mouth.
No teasing. No warm-up.
Just my cock down your throat until you forget how to think.
You’d like that wouldn’t you?
I squeeze tighter and bite back a moan, heat crawling up my neck.
SlowBurn69: You’d moan around me, wouldn’t you?
Let me use your mouth until you’re desperate for more. Then I’d pull out and make you thank me before I let you jerk off again.
Me: Jesus.
SlowBurn69: You still touching yourself?
Me: Yeah. Fuck. This is… a lot.
SlowBurn69: You can stop.
Or you can let go. Close your eyes and imagine me pushing you up against the wall. My hand between your thighs, running up your crack.
Whispering how fucking pretty you’ll be when you take my cock.
Me: I’m close.
SlowBurn69: Then come for me. Now. Be a good boy and make a mess.
I bite my lip, stifling the sound that threatens to break free. My hips jerk, pleasure crashing over me like a wave I didn’t see coming. My muscles lock up, every nerve firing at once—and then I’m done.
Breathless. Spent. Staring at the screen like it’s the only thing holding me together.
Me: That was… Yeah. Thanks.
SlowBurn69: You’re welcome. I’m free again Friday…if you’d like to take it further.
Fuck. Yeah. If he can make me feel like this with just his words, I know he would be a great distraction in person.
Me: Yeah. Send the address. And… tell me what you’ll do to me when I get there.
