My eyes widen. “What? I was kidding!”
“No, you weren’t.” Jordan leans in, chewing his lip.
Yeah, maybe I wasn’t. I really do want to see him.
“Do you want to watch, Miles?”
I swallow hard.Sweet lemon Hi-chews. Please don’t let this be a joke.“I mean, if you’re offering…”
He arches a brow. “Yeah?”
“You’d really let me?”
“Only if you return the favor someday. I might not get hard for you, but I’d always like to see it.”
My belly squirms. “Oh, I’ll happily return the favor whenever you want. Tonight even.”
He smirks. “Alright. Deal.”
The phone jostles, and I catch glimpses of the ceiling before it changes to another texture. A bright light overhead flicks on, blinding me for a moment before Jordan props the phone against something.
He steps aside, then adjusts the angle until the shower fills my screen. The stall is full size, which is not what I expected for a motorhome. Then again, everything in his RV looks nice, like he has a higher end model. Which makes sense if he was going to live in it.
The shower door is crystal clear, no privacy texture. Which means I really will be able to see everything.
Jeepers.
Jordan steps back and mutters, “Here goes nothing.”
My jaw drops when he shoves his underwear down.Damnnn.He wasn’t kidding. He does have a large cock, and it’s not even fully hard, either.
Jordan tugs it a few times, turning to give me the full side view before reaching in to turn the shower on. It’s a long few minutes before he steps in though.
As in, along, longfew minutes.
The entire time, Jordan strokes himself, teasing his balls and making himself—and me—hard.
“Enjoying the view?” he asks.
“You have no idea,” I mumble.
He bends in front of the camera. “Show me how much.”
I yank the blanket back, revealing myself, fully erect. For once, I don’t care about my round belly.
My cock throbs as I pump, creamy liquid leaking from the tip.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “Don’t be shy while I’m in the shower, okay?”
He gets in.
Honestly, it’s hard to see much on the tiny screen, and droplets against the glass blur the image, but I can still make out his silhouette. His long dark hair stands out against everything else, clinging to his wet back as he washes, and I can see the curve of his ass as he turns.
When he’s done, he braces one hand on the glass and turns toward his phone, wiping away the condensation. He must’ve taken a cold shower, because there is no steam.
And he hadn’t wiped the condensation away from his face, no. He revealed a little window, leaving his dick in plain view.
I whimper as Jordan strokes himself, slowly then with more finesse. He’s murmuring things I can’t hear, putting on a full show.
