I bite my lip and nod.
“Do you have lube with you?”
I shake my head no, but then notice the travel sized bottle of unscented hotel lotion sitting next to the small bar of hand soap.
“I have lotion,” I rasp, watching as Elliot pops the cap on a bottle of clear liquid and lets it dribble into his huge palm. The sight of him makes my mouth go dry, and I watch, absolutely mesmerized as I fumble with the lotion and squeeze too much into my own hand.
He is…gorgeous.All hard lines and bulging muscles, thick thighs and hair everywhere. He’s tall and broad, big enough that I know he could take a little manhandling from me if I wanted to throw him down on a bed and have my way with him.
But let’s be honest, I’d rather him throw me around himself.
Elliot is everything I never knew I found attractive and I want him so badly that it hurts. Being this fucking turned onhurts.
“Go ahead. Grip your cock and stroke it, long and slow. Just like me. Watch and do exactly what I do.”
And watch, I do. I watch as he grabs onto himself and works his fist in an agonizingly slow stroke. His fingers brush over his head, gathering precum before stroking back down to the base.
“Touch yourself, Alex.”
The words are barely a whisper, but the demand is clear. Lotioned hand on my cock, I mirror Elliot’s movements and fuck slowly into my fist. The relief is immediate and not nearly enough, even as my thighs begin to tremble and my knees threaten to buckle. My eyes flutter closed, and I sink into the pleasure.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want to see those pretty amber eyes light up. We’re supposed to be watching each other, remember?”
Fuck.
I blink my eyes open again, my vision hazy with lust as I settle back on my phone. Elliot is standing back, fist on his cock, thumb teasing the head. I do the same to myself, spreading precum around and shivering at the sensation. He hums his approval, slowly stroking up and down. I mirror every movement, and each shuttle of my fist over sensitive skin sends pleasure skittering down my spine.
Thank god he made me open my eyes. I don’t want to miss a second of this. Not the veins in his hands, not the way his quads tighten and release as his hips thrust lightly to meet each stroke. I definitelydon’t want to miss the way his lips part as he sighs my name.
“You…Elliot...you’re so hot. How are you real?”
“I wonder the same thing about you all the time, baby. You look so pretty with your cock in your hand. I wish I was there with you. There’s so much I can show you. So many ways I can touch you. Dying to get my hands on you. Fucking dying to feel you.”
Elliot’s hand works faster as he talks, forearm flexing and straining as his hips punch. His cock is right there in front of the camera, and every time his hand moves down and the slick head peeks out, I find myself wanting to lean in and give it a lick. My own strokes become faster and more frantic while Elliot continues to murmur dirty things through the phone. He tells me how sexy I am, how pretty, how perfect. He tells me how badly he wants his hands on me, and I’m losing any semblance of control. I feel the pleasure twisting in my gut, pulling everything tight.
“El,” I whimper, so fucking close to edge that I feel like I might cry from holding back. “I’m there…I need…please…”
“Fuck, baby. Are you asking me if you can come?”
I nod, panting, leaking all over myself and biting my tongue while I try to hold myself together. I want his permission. I need him to tell me it’s okay to fall.
“Go ahead, Alex. Come for me, sweetness. Show me what a good boy you are and come everywhere.”
The tension snaps like a rubber band, and I unravel. I gasp, losing my breath as the orgasm crashes over me. Hot spurts of cum shoot from my tip, coating my hand and the sink with my sticky release. My ears buzz, my knees buckle, and as I work myself through the waves of pleasure, I have to grip the edge of the sink to keep myself steady. Elliot is there on the other side of my phone, muttering little praises while watching me with dark eyes.
“My turn,” he grunts, and as my orgasm continues to ebb and flow through me, I force my focus back on the show he’s putting on. “What did I say? Eyes on me, Alex. Watch me come. Watch what you do to me. See how fucking wild you make me.”
He barely has the words out before he’s groaning, throwing his head back and coming everywhere. His mess gets all over his fist, his thighs, even his phone. It seems to go on forever, and I’m hypnotized as I watch him paint the room with his cum. When Elliot starts murmuring my name and shivering as he works his sensitive cock, milking the last of his orgasm, my dick threatens to harden again.
“Thank you,” I say after a long moment, then laugh at the absurdity of those two words. Elliot laughs too, and he quickly wipes himself off with a t-shirt and pulls his pants back up. I do the same, then nibble on my lip while I wait for him to tell me what comes next.
“Thank you, Alex. I needed that, and you did so fucking good for me. Go lay down, baby. Get some sleep. We’ll talk soon, okay?”
We hang up and I crawl back into bed, then sleep better than I have in a long, long time.
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HE'S SO PRETTY, IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY
