“Yeah, baby. That feels good, doesn’t it? Show me how good you look when you come.” I growled, even though he couldn’t hear me. I hadn’t been able to see his entire face earlier, just the side of his head when I held him down.
“Cal…”
An explosion of pleasure rocked through my abdomen as Ryan’s grainy voice crackled through the speaker of my phone,
Had he just… said my name?
My hand paused on my throbbing cock as I strained to hear him. He was furiously working himself now, and he moaned again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand.
“Cal, I’m going to fucking come,” he moaned, and I sat forward in my seat, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.
Was he… fantasizing about me while he beat off?!
Pride swelled through me, and I hastily went back to work on my own dick. I wanted nothing more than to break back into his house and bend him the fuck over, but I didn’t want to risk him rejecting me.
Not when I was about to watch him blow his load with my name on his lips.
“Show me, baby,” I whispered to him, dragging my tongue over my lip as I felt my balls tighten. The telltale build-up of heat that meant my orgasm was imminent had me rocking my hips into my hand. “Let me see you explode.”
To my absolute delight and shock, Ryan reached behind himself with his free hand. My mouth dropped open as he slid his fingers in between his asscheeks. His entire body locked up with pleasure as he fingered himself.
“Fuck, Cal… just like that!” Ryan whined as his cock began spurting in his hand.
“Fuuuuckkk!”I groaned out loud as my own dick began to throb and pulse. I had to drop the phone in the passenger seat to catch the cum in the bottom of my T-shirt, keeping it from spraying all over the windshield and my steering wheel.
I grunted and groaned as my cock continued to empty, and I turned my head so I could watch Ryan stroke himself through his own orgasm on the passenger seat.
Fuck, this was the longest orgasm I had ever had…
When I was finished, I was so blissed out that I could barely move. My body was buzzing with excitement and the floating feeling that came after such a strong release.
I gathered up my phone, tenderly stroking my thumb over the screen as I watched Ryan through the feed.
My heart dropped at the look on his face. He didn’t look blissed out. He looked stressed. Like what he had just done was a mistake.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I heard him ask himself as he shook his head beneath the spray of the shower.
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with you, baby,” I murmured, hating that I couldn’t tell him that to his face… Well, Icould, but something told me he would be less than thrilled to find out I was watching him beat off in the shower from my car.
Likely even less thrilled to know I had watched him finger his own asshole while crying out my name.
“I’m going to teach you just how good things can be, ginger snap,” I whispered before tucking myself back into my jeans.
I was just about to head home when my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced at the notification, frowning.
Damian:
Apex. Now.
What the fuck didhewant? I wasn’t due for another job for at least two weeks. We usually worked a month or two on, then got a month off between jobs. Damian said it had something to do with maintaining our mental health.
You might be thinking: aww, that’s so nice!
It’s not. Damian doesn’t care about our mental health for our own well-being. He cares about it the way you would care about getting your car an oil change. We were tools to him. Belongings, and he liked to keep his belongings well-tuned.
Cal:
Well, you seem to be in an exceptionally good mood today. Can’t this wait? I have an early day tomorrow.
