“Nothing.”
“And you’re in bed?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Thinking of me?”
“Yep.”
Another pause, and I think he must be deliberately breathing into the phone like that because it’s sending me wild. “And is your dick as hard as mine?”
Oh god.
Oh god, he’s perfect.
He’s…Answer him!
“Harder.” I try to sound some kind of coy, some kind of alluring, but I’m sure he can hear the raw plea in my voice.
“I don’t think that’s possible. Because ever since you were here, I’ve been trying everything to stop imagining you. But my dick won’t quit.” How does he speak like that? So throaty, so deep.
I open and close my hand on my thigh, my breaths coming shorter, faster, the movement pulsing desperation between my legs.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, August. And if I were there?—”
“You’d what?” I rasp out desperately.
“I’d have my lips plastered to yours, and I’d have my hand wrapped about your big, hard cock. Can you feel it? Can you feel my hand on your cock?”
Fuck. He’s very good at this.
I press my thumb, slow and gentle, to the oversensitive skin on top of my dick, letting the other fingers wrap around in a maddening, relieving, gorgeous pressure. “I can feel you, August…”
“Feel me stroking you. Slow… Soft…”
I run my hand up my length slowly, just like he says, gentle pleasure radiating through me. It’s beautiful, but it’s torturous to keep it like this. He knows that. I can tell he knows that by the smile in his voice.
“August…” His name slips from my lips like a song.
“Louder.”
“August…” I sigh out, imagining a time I’m going to be screaming that name, closing my eyes to let the thought of him drift over me. But not for long. I want to see. I want to seehim. “I have a…” Is this embarrassing? Do I care? “Mirror…” Yes, I’m embarrassed. Dreadfully embarrassed.
“You have…” Another taut silence. “Are you watching us?”
Fuck yes!“I can see your hand, and your body…”
“Your beautiful body, August. I’ve wanted you since the second I laid eyes on you, do you know that? Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
“No…”Please tell me.
“You’re completely irresistible. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I could barely resist fucking you on the hill tonight.”
My breath intakes sharply. “Tonight?”
“I wanted to push you down onto the wet grass. I wanted to kiss you everywhere, bite your neck so hard I’d draw blood.”Holy fuck!“I wanted to tear your clothes off and lick every inchof skin on your gorgeous body.” An actual whimper breaks out of me, my hand moving faster despite my best intentions. “I wanted you to fill my mouth so full with your cock I’d gag on it. I wanted you to explode down my throat. I wanted to take your hair in my hand, and fuck you from behind until you screamed our name so loud you’d wake all of London.”
I can barely stammer out a sound, pleasure screaming through every point of my brain, down my arms, ringing through me. The words,hisfantasy, the surprise and intensity of it.
