"What do you need?"
"Need more. Need—fuck—be right back."
"What?No. Wait—"
But he's already lifting off the mattress, getting out of the screen, and I'm left staring at an empty frame, my cock in my hand, so worked up I might actually die. "I'm going to kill you."
"One second!" His voice comes from off-screen. "Trust me."
I do trust him, but that doesn't make waiting any easier. My cock is throbbing, demanding attention, and I stroke myself slowly, trying not to come before he gets back.
Then he reappears in frame, and he's holding a bottle of lube, and—
Is that—?
"Oh my God," I breathe.
Devon grins at the camera, absolutely shameless. "Told you to trust me."
He settles back on the bed, this time propping the phone up against what looks like his headboard so both his hands are free. The angle is perfect—I can see all of him, spread out on display.
"Watch," he says, and pours lube over a black, shiny dildo.
It's small, nowhere near my size, but watching him slick it up, watching his hand move over it with purpose, makes my cock jerk in my grip.
"This is what I've been doing," he says, bringing the dildo between his legs. "Every night since you left. Fucking myself and imagining it's you."
He circles his hole with the tip, teasing himself, and his cock twitches.
"Fucking hell, Devon."
"Want it to be you so bad." He pushes it in slowly, his mouth falling open, eyes fluttering closed. "Want your cock instead of this. Want you stretching me open. Want—oh fuck—"
He's working the dildo deeper now, and I'm stroking myself faster, physically unable to look away. The sight of him taking it, the sounds he's making, the way his free hand comes up to twist his nipple…Fuuuck.
"That's it," I hear myself saying. "Take it. Show me how you'd take me."
"It's not enough," he gasps. "Not big enough. Not you."
"Pretend it's me. Pretend I'm there. Pretend I'm the one inside you."
"Fuck, Ace."
He starts moving the dildo faster, fucking himself with it, and his cock is leaking steadily now, untouched, just from the stimulation inside him.
"You're so fucking hot," I manage. "So beautiful like this."
He lets out the longest moan I've ever heard, his back arching off the bed.
I'm close. So fucking close. My hand is moving in a blur, my cock throbbing, my balls drawing up tight.
Then Devon shifts.
He rolls onto his stomach, the dildo still inside him, and moves the phone so that it's close to his face. His beautiful, flushed face, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure, mouth open and gasping.
"Watch," he breathes.
Like I could ever look away.
