I gasp when they shift against my fingers, and desire pools heavy in my belly. I rock my hips a little. “I think I need to be on my back.”
“Can I watch, though?”
“Only if I can,” I tease.
The view changes to Miles pumping himself, lifting his balls and teasing the head. I lick my lips every time he touches his slit.
“I so badly want to suck you off,” I murmur.
“I think I said that the first time we did this,” he says.
I laugh. “You did, and I nearly came because of it.”
“Ahh.” He grips the base of his cock. “Don’t talk about coming yet.”
We each add lube, grunting and fucking our fists. When Miles pulls his knees up, I know he’s aching for something inside him.
“Get your dildo.”
“But the phone.”
“I know. I’ve seen enough. I promise, I’ll finish with you.”
“Will you use one?”
“No.”
I can literally hear him pout, so I show him my face. “I don’t want to use one because I want to imagine myself pounding into you,” I say, brows raised. “I’m going to use my Fleshlight instead.”
He groans loudly. “Fuck, Jordan.”
“Dildo,” I command. “Get me inside that ass right now.”
Miles does. He stretches himself as fast as possible, then he coats a blue dildo and enters himself. He can’t hold his phone for very long, but the fact that he lets me watch as he enters? Yeah, I’m not going to need the Fleshlight.
His sounds are heaven. Needy, desperate whimpers and jagged grunts, like he’s so turned on he’s forgetting to breathe.
I drop the phone and pump my hips, thrusting up into my hands. Closing my eyes, I picture Miles on top of me, riding me. Insane pleasure ripples up my spine.
“I’m close.”
He grunts. “Me too!”
A few thrusts later and my cock pulses heavy, squirting all the way to my chin. Miles comes too, I can tell by his shocked, relieved pant. He always does that, like he’s surprised something can feel so good.
I collapse back, legs dropping to the sides. “I needed that.”
Miles laughs, a little breathless. Then his voice drops. “What are we going to do, though? I can’t handle three months alone.”
I sigh. “I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out. I promise.” An idea forms and I grin widely. “Hey, Miles, will you send me your email address?”
22
MILES
My first day on the surgical floor wasn’t as bad as I expected. The only thing I hated about it was the hours. Getting up at 4:30 a.m. when I’m used to getting up at noonsucked.I spent half the day walking around with a sleep headache.
Yawning, I reach for the extra-large mocha I snagged from the hospital coffee shop on the way out the door. It’s not bad, but it’s not great either. The flavor is lacking. My phone beeps with a notification. I expect it to be Jordan, so I finish feeding Lily before unlocking the screen.
