Time got away from me as I worked, and I didn’t stop for a break until well past dinnertime. I stretched tight muscles from standing bent over too long and hefted myself up onto the trunk of the car.
Iris’s naughty little idea popped back into my head, and I pulled out my phone to video call Flynn. Forget sexting. If I was gonna do this, I wanted to see the man.
It rang three times, and disappointment crashed through me. Damn. Was he not going to answer?
The call finally connected, displaying a shirtless, damp Flynn on the screen.
“Sorry, was in the shower,” he said, a little breathless.
My dick went rigid in my sweatpants. I dropped a hand down to cup myself. “That’s too bad.”
“Oh? Uh, why?”
“I’m just going to get you all dirty again.”
His breath caught. “How will you do that? You’re still on campus, right?”
I panned the phone camera around. “Working on a guy’s car. Got the place to myself tonight, and I’m missing you.”
“I miss you too,” he said with an honesty that made my heart skip.
I moved the camera back to my face. “Um, I was thinking…we could…miss each other a little less on camera. If you get what I’m saying?”
He stared at me blankly. Then the penny seemed to drop. His lips parted. “Oh.”
“I mean, only if you want,” I said, suddenly shy. How did people do this shit without feeling awkward as hell?
“Yeah.” Flynn’s voice was a little hoarse. He cleared his throat. “Yes. I always want to be closer to you, however I can.”
I swallowed, mouth going dry. “Good, so…”
“I have a head start.” He gestured to his bare chest. “Why don’t you lose the shirt?”
I set the phone aside and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the car trunk beside me. The air in the storage unit was chilly, and I shivered a little as goose bumps rose on my flesh and my nipples tightened into hard points.
I raised the phone, panning it over my torso. “Good?”
“Very good,” Flynn said, voice dripping with a dark intent I’d never heard before, not even when we were hooking up. “I want you to pinch and tug your nipples until they’re red and sore.”
“Oh fuck,” I whispered.
I held my phone in my left hand and moved my right fingers to pinch and roll my nipple.
“Can you find a place to prop the phone?” Flynn asked. “I want to see everything.”
My skin flushed even hotter. Damn. I hadn’t considered how this would feel like putting on a show. It was a lot more revealing than crashing together in the heat of the moment, both of us doing what felt good without needing too many words.
I glanced around and spotted the lid of the toolbox on the workbench directly across from the car. I hopped down to prop my phone against it, fiddling until it would stay relativelystraight, then backed up and hopped onto the trunk of the car once more.
“How’s that? Can you see me?”
“Perfect,” Flynn said. “You look so hot on that car. I want to see you naked there. Would that be okay?”
I nodded, suddenly mute, and pushed down my sweatpants and underwear, kicking off everything until cool metal rested under my ass.
“Fucking hell,” Flynn said. “This is so hot I could come right now without doing anything else.”
My cock was hard and leaking between my thighs. I grasped it and gave it a stroke. “You wouldn’t leave me like this, would you?”
