“Of course you did.” I smirk. “Okay, so I need you to aim the phone at your base where the cage is supposed to open.”
He blows out a breath. “Okay. Yeah . . . right.” The phone moves and he uses his hand to face the screen to where his pubic hair line begins. My mouth waters. He’s so damn pretty and I’d really hate it if he called someone else for this. No one else should see this but me. Does he feel that way too?
“Lower it a tad more.”
He does, hand shaking, and the cage moves a little. He presses the front of the key inches away from where it’s supposed to go.
“You’re close but you need to go down more . . . and to the right . . . okay, you went too far right.”
“Damn.” He shakes his hand and tries again. I guide him some more and when he finally lines the key up with the hole, he jumps with excitement. He shoves it in hard and twists a little too quickly until there’s a clicking sound. The cage opens and he lets out a sigh of relief, pulling it free from his half-hard cock, and what looks like dry cum coats his tip.
So, so pretty. He jerked off before putting the cage on. He’s done enough research on the subject to know to do that . . . either that or holding it turned him on. Did he try it on, then take it off after feeling uncomfortable from his increasing arousal and decide that he needed to get some release before putting it back on?
I adjust myself, guilt hitting me for getting a chub while knowing how mortifying this whole thing has been for him.
“I thought I’d never get that thing off.”
“And you did. You only needed to reach further under the bed is all. You would have got it on your own eventually, but I’m glad you trusted me enough to help you find it faster.”
“Me too.” He smiles softly, and then his face falls when he realizes he’s still sitting naked in front of me. Rubbing at his bright red face, he moves away from the camera and rummages around the room until he’s wearing an oversized sweater. He blushes again, looking embarrassed. “Thanks for this.”
“Anytime.”
His brows lift. “You mean as long as it doesn’t involve helping me take a cock cage off again, right?” He lets out an uncomfortable chuckle.
“No, Honey. I mean anytime.”
His breath hitches and he tugs at the hem of his shirt. “Have time to watch a movie with me?”
“I do. Well . . . I will in about fifteen minutes. I’m sitting in a gas station parking lot right now, but don’t worry, no one’s been around me the whole time. And I had my phone lowered just in case.”
“Oh, god. I bothered you while you were driving.”
I laugh. “I was actually already stopped. Was doing an energy drink run.”
“Did you at least get yourself one?”
“Not yet.” I look toward the store entrance. “But I still have plenty of time to. So, with that, give me twenty minutes.”
“How about I give you however much you need and go make myself dinner?”
“That works. I’ll call you as soon as I’m in my favorite movie watching position.”
He laughs. “Okay. I promise I won’t call all the time now that I know your phone number.”
“Why would you promise that?”
“Because no one likes having their phone getting blown up by someone they met on the Be My Eyes app.”
“I wouldn’t say no one,” I clip. “I’ll call you back in a bit, and I’m sorry but I’m not sure I can make the same promise as you.”
His features twist. “And I’m not so sure I want us to only watch movies together via phone. Not when in person I’d get to graze your hand with mine when we reached for popcorn at the same time.”
I snort. “I’ll talk to you soon, Honey, and don’t worry, I don’t think I can keep doing whatever this is through the phone for much longer either. Especially not when what you needed help with today would have been resolved a lot sooner if I was there in person.”
“We’ll have to make sure you are, then. We better hang up now so you can get your energy drink. I’ll do it since you’re terrible at ending phone conversations.”
I laugh and seconds later he disappears from the screen. He wants me there in person. I want to be there too, but I’m also not ready for this to come to an end, and I’m worried it will if we keep going this way. If I keep needing to be where he is. More so while asleep than when I’m awake.
