His eyelashes fluttered and I knew the answer without him voicing it. Grinning, I sat up and dislodged his leg so I could grab my phone from where I’d set it on the nightstand. I brought up the audio file I’d saved, and once I hit Play, I lay right back down where I was before, so our chests touched and our cocks rubbed against each other.
“Hello, love. This is your boyfriend.” The deep, erotic sound of a sensual male voice filtered out of my phone, and I felt Jake stiffen. His brown eyes darkened, and from those few words, his cock went from half-mast to full. He grabbed my arm, fingernails digging into my skin as his lashes fluttered.
We’d discovered the voice actor YourBoiFriend completely by accident while scrolling through YouTube on what we called a couple’s lazy night, where we would lounge on the couch and binge-watch something. The letters ASMR had blazed across the screen, and curious, we had chosen to watch the video. There had been no actual visual, only a picture of a heart as a background, and a sweet, deep voice had rolled over us like melted butter. It was a little weird because the man talking was having a one-sided conversation about his day, punctuated by long pauses.
But Jake had moaned about how the man’s low, mellow tone had his cock tingling, and he’d dry humped me while listening to it. I hadn’t been completely immune to the voice, either, or to my husband rubbing himself all over my crotch. The sex that night was mind-blowing.
Later I’d looked up what ASMR stood for, autonomous sensory meridian response, and apparently there were a whole array of sounds that caused some people to have pleasurable feelings and tingles. For Jake, YourBoiFriend’s voice hit whatever button in his brain caused full-body reactions, and Jake’s cock loved it, which meant I did, too.
Since then, we’d had sex to YourBoiFriend talking in the background a lot.
Today would be no different. Jake had his leg thrown over mine again, rubbing his cock against my hip as the man’s voice echoed throughout the room.
“How are you tonight? I missed you.” YourBoiFriend laughed, and Jake shivered against me. “You’re funny. That’s why I love you.”
My cock twitched at the feeling of Jake grinding on me, his lust evident in the way he stared into my eyes. Goose bumps prickled across my arms, and I slammed my mouth over his, feeling his desperation as he humped my thigh faster.
“It’s my turn,” he whispered as he tickled over my chest and down my stomach. Curling his fingers around my cock when he reached it, he pumped it gently as his lips found mine again. He broke the kiss to slide down me, and then his knees were on the floor in front of the bed. He took hold of my legs and attempted to yank me closer to the edge. Laughing, I sat up slightly and moved toward him, my feet meeting the plush carpet on either side of his thighs.
“You look beautiful,” YourBoiFriend said through the phone’s speaker, his voice turning sultry and low, as though trying to seduce the person on the other end, which happened to be us.
Jake shivered again and ran his palms over my hairy thighs, licking his lips as he leaned forward to lap at my balls. He kissed and sucked them and pleasure burst inside me like fireworks. Two weeks was too fucking long to not have his mouth on me.
“Look at you. Are you trying to make me fall in love with you all over again?” YourBoiFriend laughed again just as Jake moved up to my dick, slipping it into his mouth and sucking on the head. He tongued the slit before taking half the length in. The warm suction had me seeing stars, and I fell back onto the bed, staring up at the pale grooved ceiling of our room.
“How was your day? Tell me, for real. Are you doing all right?” YourBoiFriend’s voice went deeper again, and fuck if I didn’t feel it all the way to my balls. Between Jake’s mouth and that voice, I was flying high on lust.
I reached down to grab a handful of his hair, tugging roughly until I felt the hum of approval on my dick. “Fuck yeah, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop looking at you.” YourBoiFriend chuckled again and let out a deep breath through the phone’s speaker. “You’re just so wonderful. How did you end up with me?”
Jake popped his mouth off me and grinned, leaning over to the nightstand and opening the drawer. He flashed the bottle of lube at me like it was gold and jumped to his feet. “Ready for a ride, baby?”
“Fuck yes,” I growled out, grabbing the base of my hard dick and waving it at him. “I’m so fucking ready. Hop on.”
He grinned wickedly and got back on the bed, sitting on my thighs as he popped open the lid. Squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers, he reached behind himself to touch his hole. I hated not being able to see him finger himself, but Jake loved getting me riled up this way; it made me want him even more.
“I talked to my mom today,” YourBoiFriend said in the background, his voice gentling until it was just above a whisper.
“Fuck,” Jake mumbled, a tremble racking his body so hard I thought he’d fall off me.
“She wants me to propose to you,” YourBoiFriend continued as I grabbed Jake’s hips to stop him from making any dramatic movements that would send him off the bed. When he got this excited, he was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. “I agree with her. You’re so perfect for me.”
“I can’t wait any longer. I need you in me,” Jake growled, grabbing my dick and lining it up with his hole. The room felt electrified, between YourBoiFriend’s voice and Jake’s groans, and the pressure of his ass as he bore down on me. The pleasures combined were almost too much. I grabbed his hips, holding him steady when my balls touched his ass, and we both moaned.
“Would you say yes if I proposed to you?” YourBoiFriend asked from the recording, his voice dropping an octave.
“Oh God.” Jake grabbed his dick, stroking himself as he shifted slightly. Heat surrounded me and blood pounded in my ears. Desperation clawed at my chest. I wanted to fuck into Jake so deeply that he’d feel me all day tomorrow.
“Move it, handsome. Now,” I whispered, unable to get my footing on the floor in order to fuck up into him.
He laughed until I gave a small thrust and it warped into a groan. “Okay.”
“I’d be proud to call you mine forever,” YourBoiFriend murmured, quieter than before.
Jake leaned forward, digging his palms into the mattress beside my head, and he raised his hips slightly so my cock drew halfway out of his hole before he slammed his hips back down again. The motion was awkward at this angle, but after a couple of weeks without his touch, my cock would take anything and everything from him.
The small writing on the skin under his right arm was next to my face, our wedding vows a permanent scripture on his skin. Although we’d promised never to get each other’s names inked on our bodies, he’d been adamant the vows were different.
