I imagine his hand replacing mine. His grip. His rhythm.
Fuck.
I'm moaning now, out loud, my imaginary Devon straddling my hips, grinding down against me. Our cocks pressed together, brushing against each other, fast, shallow motions, making my hips buck up, making me want more.
Harder.
Faster.
I watch, in my mind's eye, as my imaginary Devon stretches back like a string, head falling back, cock pressed against mine, hard, so hard—
Fuck.
I come with a groan, my hand sliding up and down my cock so fast my muscles ache. I jack myself through my orgasm, hot cum spilling on my stomach in waves, and I don't stop until I absolutely have to, until I can't take it anymore, my entire body all but thrashing around my bed.
Fuuuuuuuck.
I should breathe now. Do I even remember how to breathe anymore? In, out, in, out, I try, but my breaths come clipped, ragged barely there, making my head spin.
And it doesn't stop spinning for minutes on end.
Then, it's over, and I have to force myself to open my eyes, because I know that once I do, Devon will be gone.
The room feels strangely quiet. Judgmental.
But there's only one judgment that really matters right now. My own.
I glance at the absolute mess on my stomach. At my softening dick still in my hand.
The jury's back—definitely not as straight as I thought.
My phone buzzes somewhere next to my head, and I jerk, momentarily feeling caught before I remember I'm alone. I pick it up.
OnlyNewRadicals_69:so... verdict?
I stare at the message for a few seconds, then bark out a laugh.
Need_Tailor_Chicago:I might be slowly inching toward answers. Thanks, I guess?
OnlyNewRadicals_69:ohhh to be a fly on the wall
You know what? Fuck it. Maybe I'm just overthinking shit. And so, pushing all thoughts aside, I open the camera app, angle my phone, making sure my face and dick aren't visible, making sure nothing identifying is in frame, and take a picture of my stomach.
Of the mess I just made.
And I send it. No caption. No more words necessary.
OnlyNewRadicals_69:well my night just got significantly better??
OnlyNewRadicals_69:also HOLY SHIT
I put down my phone, stare at the ceiling, and laugh.
I've probably gone insane. And it doesn't feel bad at all.
CHAPTER 13
DEVON
