“Is this one of those ‘it’s not me, it’s you’ conversations, because if so, I don’t want to hear any more. It’s my fault for seeing things wrong. It’s a habit of mine.”
“Is it really, or did some idiot make you feel that way? And it really isn’t you. You’re wonderful and . . . and fucking gorgeous.” My eyes fall between his legs and slowly make their way back to his eyes.
His cheeks grow redder and he moves his hands in front of his groin, his jaw tightening. “I’m still naked.”
“Yes, and your hands might be hiding your cock, but I can still see the dildo going into your ass.”
His face turns to a statue, lips twitching, and then he bursts into laughter. Bringing one hand to his mouth, he shakes his head and moves out of view of the camera.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
“To put a shirt and shorts on.” He’s wearing a white shirt and short gray shorts when he’s back in front of the camera. I can still see the shape of his erection through the thin material. He really has no idea what he’s doing to me.
“That’s too bad. I was enjoying talking to you without them on.”
He hides his smile behind his hand and rolls his eyes. “Did you want a movie rain check, or not?”
“I don’t know.”
“Stop thinking about what you think is the right thing and tell me what you want.”
“I want to be right with you in that bed. To be lying where that dildo was on the floor. I want . . .” I lick my lips. “I want to show you what I think happens when movies fade to black.”
“Then come do it.” His voice comes out in pants. “You want my shirt off again, come take it off.”
“And what if, when it’s time for me to go, I want to put that cock cage on you until the next time I see you again?”
“You won’t know unless you hurry over here, will you?”
“No . . . no, I guess I won’t. I want to, Honey. I really, really do but—”
“But nothing. I need you to come assist me with something. It can’t be done on the phone. You don’t want me to go without the help I need, do you?”
“No, sweetheart, I don’t but—”
“Stop with the buts and come help me finish what I didn’t get to with a certain purple toy.”
“You’re too damn tempting.”
He lifts his shirt, stroking his belly with arousal heavy in his eyes. “Please.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg.”
“Please,” he says before moaning and positioning himself on his knees. He breaks his thighs apart and the head of his cock hangs out the side of his shorts.
“Say it some more.”
“I need you here, please.”
“Not yet. We should know more about each other first.”
“Like what?” He sits up straighter.
“Everything. The good. The bad. All the skeletons in the closet. Big and small.”
His eyes squint. “I don’t really have any skeletons that aren’t in the shape of ex-boyfriends.”
My laughter tickles my lips. “I have a few.”
