There's a click, and the dildo starts vibrating.
Devon's expression goes slack, his eyes rolling back, and he starts grinding against the mattress. He's fucking himself on the vibrating toy while humping the bed, and I can see everything—the pleasure written across his face, the way his mouth forms silent words, the way his whole body moves.
"Oh fuck," he moans. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—"
His face. I can't stop staring at his face. The way pleasure transforms him, makes him vulnerable and powerful at the same time. The way his eyes squeeze shut, then fly open to look straight at the camera. At me. Like he needs me to see this.
"Ace," he gasps. "I'm—fuck—I'm so close—"
That's it. That's all I can take.
I come with a groan, cum spilling over my fist, onto my stomach, my cock pulsing over and over as I watch Devon's face contort with pleasure.
"Yes," he breathes. "Yes, fuck, yes—"
And then he's coming too, his whole body going rigid, his face a perfect picture of ecstasy, grinding desperately against the mattress as his orgasm tears through him.
We lie there motionless for a long moment, breathing hard, coming down from the high.
Devon's face is still close to the camera, flushed and sweaty and satisfied, and he's grinning.
"So, anyway." The sudden casual tone he's somehow summoned makes me burst out laughing. "When are you coming home?"
"Tomorrow."
"Good." His grin widens. "That's very fucking good."
And with that, he gives me a wicked wink and ends the call.
I let out a satisfied sigh, my lips still curled into a smile.
I've never missed Chicago as much as I do right now.
CHAPTER 22
DEVON
I CHECK MY phone for approximately the eighty-seventh time in the last hour.
Still 6:47 PM.
Time has stopped. Time is dead. I've entered some kind of temporal hellscape where minutes last years.
"You good?" Kayla asks, wiping down the bar next to me.
"Perfect. Great. Living the dream."
She gives me a look. "You've checked your phone like forty times."
"I'm expecting an important call."
"From your dick appointment?"
I choke on air. "What—"
"You're not subtle." She's grinning. "Also, you keep adjusting yourself."
"I do not—" I stop, because I absolutely do. "Okay, fine. Yes. Dick appointment. Very important dick appointment."
