“Are you just figuring that out?”
“No. Just surprised I like it.”
He’s quiet for a moment, like he doesn’t know how to respond. “What are you doing now?”
“Sitting in an empty breakroom. I have thirty minutes, so I hope you have time to entertain me.”
“Is there a bathroom close by?” he asks, making my skin heat.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because you teased me this morning, and now I want more.”
That’s all it takes for blood to flood my groin, for my cock to plump, eager at his words. “Yes,” I reply.
“Go to the bathroom, Dax,” he orders, and I eagerly obey, locking the door behind me.
“Okay, I’m here.”
“Can you video call? Will anyone hear if they come in?”
“It’s almost always empty in here, and this bathroom is like a steel trap. I think we’re okay.”
“Take off your clothes, and I’ll call you.”
I set the phone down, quickly washing and sanitizing my hands before getting naked, hanging my clothes on the hooks against the wall. Hospital staff cleans up in these bathrooms a lot, so they’re clean and properly stocked.
My fingers tremble with excitement as I answer the video call and see Miles’s sexy face filling the screen.
“Let me see,” he says, so I scan the phone down my body, showing off. “Good boy,” he tells me, and I swear, I fucking preen under his praise.
“Yes. I am.”
Miles grins. “We’ll make this nice and quick for you. Set the phone down so I can see you, spit in your hand, and stroke.”
“Gladly.” I’m dying, rock hard already, just the thought of jerking off for him making my body pulse and throb with desire.
I prop the phone up against the sink, wish I had something better than spit, but thankfully, I’m already fucking leaking, so my precum will help slick the way. I spit into my hand, then let some dribble onto my dick before giving it a slow stroke, my gaze on Miles the whole time.
The fucker is dressed in an old T-shirt with paint stains on it. I know he’s an artist, that he draws, but does he paint too? I hate that I never took the chance to get to know more about him before now.
“Did you jack off looking at my photo this morning?” I ask quietly.
“You know I did.”
“Good. I wanted you to.” I rub my palm over the slick head of my dick, then back down my shaft.
“I edged myself…every time I was close, I pulled off, torturing myself just so I could look at you longer, and now I’ll do the same to you, only I don’t think I’ll let you come at all.”
I moan sluttily. “Please, Miles. Let me come.” Stroking, savoring, my whole body tingling and already eager to come.
“No. Use your other hand to play with your balls,” he commands, and I do, rolling them, palming them, while I keep my other hand going on my shaft.
Watching the hungry look in his eyes, the dominance Miles always carries with him, is amping up my pleasure, my neediness. He’s so fucking intense, everything about him is, and I didn’t know how much that turned me on until Miles.
“Look at how well you listen. I love it. You’re so fucking hot when you’re good for me. You want to come already, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” I hiss out. I usually have better stamina, but Miles is too damn good.
