“I can’t come over, but I can help you get some relief.”
“How?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
My phone beeps, and I pull it away from my ear to check it.
Noah’s switched to video call.
Readjusting in bed so I’m sitting up, I accept the call, drinking in his naked chest and smirking face when he appears on screen.
“Hey,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief as they rake over me.
Fuck, this man does things to me with a single heated gaze.
“Hey.”
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, his teeth tracing the same line. I’m instantly hard. Not that it’s difficult when I’ve been sporting a semi around him all week. I reach down and grip it, giving a couple of languid strokes.
“What’s the plan?” I ask, my voice full of gravel.
His eyes heat. “How much do you wish I were there?”
I angle my phone so he can see where my hand has disappeared beneath my tented shorts.
“Let me see.”
I place my phone on my bed, stripping before picking it up again.
“Fuck,” he draws out with a tortured groan. “I’m mentally cursing Hannah for going away this weekend.”
Him and me both.
“Touch yourself,” he rasps.
I do as I’m told, spitting into my hand before gripping the base of my dick. “You too,” I grunt out, stroking myself. “I need some inspiration.”
He props his phone on his bedside table and pulls out his long, thick, pierced cock. My mouth waters at the sight.
It won’t take much for me to blow, I’m that on edge. A tingling sensation is already beginning in my stomach as I watch him tug on the piercing. God, I wish it was my teeth.
“That’s it, baby,” I say, sweat beading on my temples. “Oh, fuuuck.”
A shiver of pleasure runs down my spine, and I quicken my pace, the sounds of his low moans bringing me closer to the edge.
“I can’t wait to fuck you tomorrow night,” he grits out,chasing his own release. “I want to hear you crying my name as I press into that tight arse.”
I mutter another curse, my movements becoming jerky. “Let’s hope the walls of the motel aren’t paper-thin.”
He snorts a laugh, but it’s followed by a long moan. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Me, too.” Pre-cum leaks onto my abs with every upward stroke. “Tell me what else you’re going to do to me.”
“After I’ve made a mess of you, I’m going to take you in the shower and clean you up with my tongue.”
My balls draw up, and I want to squeeze my eyes shut, but I force them to remain locked on his glistening tip as he works himself over. “What else?”
“My man’s getting greedy,” he grunts, and my heart swells at the thought of being Noah’s man. “After blowing your mind with the best rim job you’ve ever had, I might have to shut you up by stuffing your mouth with my cock.”
Jets of cum coat my abs as my orgasm ripples through me with a shuddering force. A muttered curse followed by a loud moan tells me Noah’s hit his peak as well. My eyes fall closed as I stroke myself until I’m completely spent.
