Also, this gives me an excuse to stop touching my hole.
Lo pulls his fingers from his ass, and while I’m sad to not see that sexiness anymore, I’m fascinated as he shifts and rolls so he’s nearly half hanging off the bed. When he comes back, it’s with a fucking box. Not a small cardboard box, but a big plastic tote.
The click of the lid releasing sounds loud. He pulls the cover off and tips it my way. My eyes widen.
“Jesus,” I say.
Lo laughs. He pulls out one at a time. Shuffling around inside to show me different things. Different size and shaped cocks, vibrators, sleeves, things that I have no idea what they are.
Okay, obviously I’m beyond vanilla. I’m like a flavorless base.
“You use those?” I ask, breathless.
Lo’s grin is wicked. “Want to watch, Caulder? Want to see me fuck myself with one?”
I groan. My dick needs no encouragement now. It’s fucking hard and leaking. I nod, unsure of how much voice I can get out right now since I swear, there’s a hand around my throat.
He grabs a big blue one, the lube, and the tablet, and the world is swirling on the screen while he takes us somewhere. When he sets me down. I’m on the floor in the bathroom, propped against his vanity, facing his shower at an angle. He slaps the dildo down, suctioning it to the wide lip at the edge of the shower.
Lo disappears for a minute and returns with a few towels. He drops one on either side of the shower lip and then gets down on them. He reaches for the phone, grinning into the screen as he moves me in front of him. I can barely see his face, but this will be the perfect angle to seeeverythingelse face on.
With one hand, he cups his balls and pulls his junk up so I can see as he reaches behind him to finish prepping. I can’t really see his hole from this angle, but I can see his fingers disappear. My dick aches already. It’s already too hot.
As he slicks up the dildo and positions the head at his hole, I realize how very paranoid I’ve been over the years. I’ve never so much as glimpsed at porn too afraid that someone would hack my browser history and expose me. Even in incognito mode. Everything I’ve imagined has come from just that—my imagination.
Watching the head of his toy breach his hole has me breathless. Lo adjusts, leaning backward and bracing himself on the wall behind him, angling his body so I can see his hole. I can see clearly now as it stretches wider and wider around the toy as he slowly bounces on it. Easing it inside him.
“Can you see okay?” Lo asks. His voice is all sorts of sexy.
I nod. “Yeah. Perfect.”
He grunts. I listen to his stuttered breaths, punching out of his lungs when he hits a certain depth with the cock. That’s when his moans begin. When he bottoms out, he pauses, rolling his hips a little.
His face is cut off at this angle. I can see his mouth open, but the rest of it is lost. His groan is loud when he grabs his dick.
“Ready?” he asks.
Me? I’m not the one with a dick in my ass.
“Yes,” I say. “Show me how you fuck yourself.”
Lo huffs, a grin spreads across his handsome face. And then he’s riding. Bouncing. Sliding up to the top and driving himself down. He gets louder the faster he goes. The harder he thrusts downward. His hand matches his intensity.
I’ve never heard nor seen something so… hot. I can’t catch my breath as I watch him.
“Caulder?”
My dick jumps at hearing my name right now. He does that again and I’m going to come right now. “Yes?”
“God, I miss you,” he grunts.
I’m only barely being touched right now. Just my hand matching his rhythm. I can’t possibly feel as good as he does. But his words make me catch my breath.
“Me too.”
Lo picks his head up and I swear, through the distance and time difference and all the space between us, the tablet disappears and he’s right there. Our eyes meet. I’m trapped, held suspended in his eyes.
“Come with me,” he says.
