“What would you do next if you were here?” he asks.
“Oh, I’d definitely suck your balls.”
Jordan goes lower, lifting his balls out from the underwear to cup them. I catch a glimpse of his face as the camera moves, and smile. He’s clearly enjoying this, mouth parted and head hung back.
“I’d suck hard,” I say. “Teasing them with my tongue. Little flicks.” I show him with my tongue. “Then I’d lick up your shaft to the tip.”
He mutters a curse.
I slip a hand in my pants, touching myself. Then, before I can overthink it, I yank my clothes off and lie on my back.
Jordan hums when he sees my bare chest. “Are you joining me?”
“Can’t have all the fun, can you?”
In one swift move, he discards his underwear to be naked too.
“Hold your phone up. Let me see you,” I say.
He does, smiling at me. Dark clouds loom in his eyes, telling me he’s struggling more than he’s letting on. I want to ask again if he’s okay, to make sure he isn’t forcing this, but Jordan told me once he needs someone he can trust. So I need to give him that.
“Your turn,” he says. “Let me see you.”
I bite my lip, trying to silence my mind and enjoy this moment with Jordan, but I struggle to let go.
“Let me see you, Miles,” he repeats.
I sigh. “Just don’t judge me, okay? I’m not as sexy as you.”
“Bullshit. Show me your body.”
I lift the phone to show as much of myself as I can. Heat rushes to my skin, making my palms tacky. It’s less my soft belly that I’m nervous about and more the fact that I have no clue how to be as tempting as he is. Hopefully I don’t look like an idiot.
“Damn. I wish I could kiss every inch of you,” Jordan says, his tone serious.
I lower the camera to my dick, wrapping a hand around myself, and pump in even motions.
“That’s it. Do whatever feels good,” Jordan encourages.
Spreading my legs, I pull my knees up. It’s so awkward to do this with him, yet with every breath, it becomes easier. I trust Jordan, and I know whatever I do, whatever happens, he won’t judge me.
“Sorry if my camera angle sucks. I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
“Me either.”
“Really?”
“Swear to you, Miles. I never have.”
I groan as my cock leaks. “Shit. I’m so hard.”
I add a twist. Every few passes, I touch the head. Precum oozes everywhere, coating my shaft and fingers, and I use it as lube.
Jordan does the same, even spitting on his hand again. I hear a clear schlick-schlick sound, and it makes my balls get tight. Every now and then, he gives me a clear view of the purple head. So wet and glistening. I really wish I could taste him.
“Think you can come for me?” Jordan asks.
I already know I won’t be able to this time, not with only my hand. I need more.
