"I want to be inside you."
Devon's breath hitches audibly. "Fuck. Say that again."
"I want to fuck you, Devon. Feel you around me. I want to make you come on my cock." The words tumble out of me, articulating a thought so scary it's maddening. But they're true. So fucking true.
"Jesus Christ, Ace." His strokes are faster now, more desperate. "You're killing me."
"Good."
We stroke ourselves in silence for a moment, just watching each other, and the intimacy of it is staggering. Him in his bed, me in this anonymous hotel room, connected by nothing but a screen and want.
"I wish you were here," Devon says quietly. "Wish I could taste you right now."
A soft moan escapes me as I imagine his lips wrapped around my cock, the thought of him wet and sloppy. My hand moves faster, chasing the pleasure building in my gut. "What would you want me to do?"
"I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me so hard I can't think. I want—" He cuts himself off with a moan, his head falling back against the pillows.
"Want what? Tell me," I demand.
"I want you to ruin me for anyone else."
The words hit me like a blow. My cock throbs in my hand, leaking abundantly now, and I'm so close already, teetering on the edge.
"Show me my point of view."
I blink, his words making little sense as I jerk myself faster. "What?"
"My POV, not yours," he breathes. "Bring your phone down. Right where my face would be."
My heart momentarily stops, along with the movement of my hand. "You serious?"
He bites his lower lip, baring his teeth as he bucks his hips up, fucking into his fist. Then, "Do I look like I'm fucking joking?"
I swallow hard. This is… God, it's a lot, but I'm so fucking turned on it outweighs whatever self-conscious thoughts try to rise to the surface. I get up to my knees, prop my phone against the pillows, and pivot the other way, laying back down so that the phone camera points directly at my balls and the underside of my cock between my spread thighs.
This is it. I've gone crazy. This is what crazy feels like.
And it feels so fucking good.
"Like this?" I ask.
Devon makes this strangled sound. "Fuck, that's hot."
Emboldened, I spit into my palm for some extra glide and wrap it around my cock again. "You like that?"
"I do," he half-says, half-moans, his words clipped. "I like that a lot."
I stroke myself faster, the new angle adding something to the experience I never thought possible, making everything more intense.
"God, your cock," Devon breathes. "I want it so bad. I want you so deep I can't think straight."
"Devon…"
He keeps talking. "I want to ride you until neither of us can move. I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name."
My hand is flying now, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. I'm so close, so fucking close, and Devon's words are pushing me right to the edge.
"Ace," he gasps. "I'm gonna—I need—"
