I need him to need me just as badly… because what we shared was something I’ve never had with anyone else.
That lick of fuckin’ fear and exhilaration. It was so tangible,I’ve never tasted anything like it. Equal parts terror and arousal, so sharp and twisted as it settled on my tongue and wrapped itself like a vice around my lungs.
I need it.
I’m chokin’ without it.
And just then, my treat walks back into the room, and I know exactly what it is I have to do.
I pull out my phone and type the words I’ve wanted to since the moment I climbed into this tree.
Me:
Youre so close I can almost taste you again
My eyes widenas I watch my treat pleasure himself. The way his hand is frantically tugging at his cock, the shaking of his arm. His heaving chest and the sweat drippin’ down his face.
He looks every bit of the fuckin’ treat he is.
And my mouth fills with saliva.
I need to taste him.
I lean forward in the tree again, fingers inches away from the glass from where I’ve climbed down a thick branch. If Madison were to look outside, he’d see me easily. But he’s so distracted by his own pleasure that he doesn’t—and I’m thankful for that because Ineedto see this.
“What are you gonna do?” I muse to myself as I sendanother message to him—this time a picture of my own cock straining through the material of my black pants.
When his phone buzzes where it lies on the floor, his hand falters in its movement, and for a moment, I don’t think he’s gonna stop, but then, he does. He reaches for his phone, cock bobbing in front of him, and my tongue flicks out to wet my lips at the sight of his shiny glans glistening in the yellow light of his bedroom.
He unlocks his phone and swallows when the message is marked as read. The movement in his chest picks up speed, and as he stares down at my clothed cock on his screen, he reaches down and grabs his own once more.
“Oh, how fun,” I muse, lips curling upward with pleasant surprise. He never ceases to amaze me.
Madison touches himself in a frenzy of hurried movements, and I find myself frowning, wishing he’d slow down so I can better enjoy this moment before it’s over.
Me:
Slow down
When his phone buzzes with my incoming text, he doesn’t stop. If anything, his movements become faster, jerkier. He tosses his head back, and the tendons in his throat bulge under the strain. He twists his fist around the head, and then, he’s shuddering as his cock erupts in bursts all over his floor.
His stomach contracts, body tensing through each wave, and his hand finally slows down until it eventually falls to his side. His head rolls to his other shoulder, then drops down to his chest, where he works to catch his breath, and despite him not listening to me, I’ve never seen such a magnificent show.
Of course, I wish it would’ve lasted longer. I want as muchtime with my treat as I can get, but that… that was truly something else.
He is something else entirely.
His phone must’ve reminded him of my text because he jerks from his reverie, nearly dropping it to the floor. He holds it in front of his face, and because of the light illuminating his freshly flushed cheeks, I have the absolute pleasure of watching the blood drain from them.
Madison’s eyes widen and dart around the room frantically. And then, his hands start to tremble and shake. I chuckle to myself as I slowly back up on the branch, putting myself back into the shadows, where he’ll be less likely to see me as he starts freakin’ out and searching his room.
He yanks his jeans up, and completely ignoring the cum soaking into the carpet, he hesitantly crawls onto the floor and peeks under the bed, heaving a sigh of relief each time he checks a space and finds it void ofme.
Little does he know…
I’m right fuckin’ here.
And I’m not goin’ anywhere.
