You're killing me.
StatMan12
Good. I like you needy.
I work myself faster, biting back sounds that would carry through the walls. My shoulder burns but I don't care.Everything narrows to this. Her words on my screen and the image in my head of what she looks like right now.
Yoga4Lyfe
Please. I need to come.
StatMan12
Now. Come for me now.
I follow my own command, spilling into my hand with a bitten-off groan. My whole body shakes with it. It takes a full minute for my vision to clear.
Yoga4Lyfe
That was intense.
StatMan12
You okay?
Yoga4Lyfe
More than okay. I wish you were here.
StatMan12
Me too.
And I mean it. God, I mean it so much it physically hurts.
Yoga4Lyfe
I want to meet you. IRL. Soon.
My hand freezes on my phone. Panic floods cold through my chest, washing away the afterglow in an instant.
StatMan12
Maybe. I travel a lot for work. My schedule's unpredictable.
Yoga4Lyfe
Then when you're back in town. Please? I feel like we have something real here.
StatMan12
I'll let you know.
It's a coward's answer. A dodge. I can't give her what she's asking for. If I were to reveal that her gruff, broken roommate who snaps at her in the kitchen is the same man she's sharing her deepest fantasies with... If she knew, she'd run. She'd be horrified. Disgusted. She'd move out and I'd never see her again except in passing at the arena where she'd look through me like I'm nothing.
That's the worst case outcome.
I set the phone down and stare at the ceiling, heart hammering, cock softening, chest still tight with want and shame in equal measure.
