Right on the edge. Like he's asking without asking.
"I-it was. Yeah. We worked a lot," I say, nearly choking.
"And Gio? Everything alright with him? Do you keep… distance?"
This should be a fucking crime. I'm horny and anxious at the exact same time. It's like my body is split in half-one side aching to cum, the other seconds away from a nervous breakdown.
The biggest source of stress is in my ear.
The biggest source of desire is right in front of me.
Gio takes one slow step back. Like he's giving me space. He locks eyes with me, pulling his pants down.
Then wraps his hand aroundhisdick, and starts jerking off slowly.
"Keeping my distance," he whispers, smirking.
I want to scream.
"Rava?"
"YES!" I shout. "Yes! Everything'sgreatwith Gio. By that I mean terrible. He barely looks at me!"
He strokes himself harder, staring at me.
Jesus Christ. He's actually touching himself.
While I'm on the phone with my dad.
I swear these people will get me killed one day. "You're being careful, right? I don't want to hear any nonsense when you're back. I'll kill him if he touches you. You know how I feel about this guy."
Oh I do. Loud and clear. "Of course," I say.
Gio comes closer again. His tongue drags across my abs, and I grab his hair without thinking.
"I'll be at the airport tomorrow. Don't be late."
"We won't! We'll be on time, I swear!"
His hands grab at my chest, and I almost let out a whimper. Barely bite it back.
"What was that?"
"What waswhat?The soap just fell on me. Not now. Earlier. Everything's fine. Okay. We'll talk tomorrow! Bye!" I hang up. Then I throw the phone to the other side of the bed.
Gio leans in and kisses my fucking forehead. "You just lied to your scary dad," he whispers. "You're so bad. You're kind of a criminal now. Should I be scared? Shouldhebe?"
I laugh at the whole mess we just made.
That was easily one of the most terrifying phone calls of my life, and somehow, I'm fucking horny now.
But I mean, who wouldn't be after the view I just had? Gio Fontana jerking himself off, mouthing shit at me while my dad is on the phone asking if I've been behaving.
My life's a joke. A really hot joke.
If little me saw this shit? He would pass out. Straight up fainting on the floor.
"Shut up," I mutter. I pull him in and kiss him.
