I trace a line over my collarbone with the tips of my fingers and then slide my hand down my body, goosebumps littering my skin as I work lower before circling a fingertip around my navel.
“And then?”
Oliver moves again, his phone back on the table, giving me a full view of him still on the sofa, his hand dipping into his shorts.
“Then,” he takes a breath, his chest heaving. “I’d drop to my knees, pull down your shorts and kiss the fuck out of those cum gutters.”
My breath hitches.
Fuck. Me.
I’m painfully hard, and I want more. Ineedmore.
“Ollie, please.” I have no idea what exactly I’m begging for. All I know is that the need is a living, breathing thing inside me, overriding my every thought and feeling.
“Take off your shorts. I want to see.”
My skin flushes, fire igniting in my blood as heat spreads through my body.
With a hand on either side of my hips, I slide the shorts down, the fabric catching on my hard cock. It springs free, standing flush against my lower belly.
My eyes don’t leave Oliver the entire time.
“Fuck, you’re stunning. You have no idea how much I wish I was with you right now.”
“What would you do if you were?”
Oliver stares at me for a few moments, his hand working slowly beneath the fabric of his shorts.
“I’d push you on your bed.” He tips his head and I walk back until my knees hit the bed, the mattress dipping as I sit. “I’d kiss every naked inch of your skin. Leave marks, right there on your hipbones. You’re so hard right now, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, whimpering at his next words. “Wrap your hand around your cock.”
I do as he says, gripping my shaft at the base and twisting on the upstroke, then I slide my hand down and repeat the movement.
“What else?” I rasp.
Oliver sounds wrecked when he replies. “I’d lick that drop that’s glistening at your tip. Tease your slit with my tonguebefore taking you into my mouth, deep enough that you’d hit the back of my throat. I’d choke on your cock, take you right to the edge and then stop.”
My hand moves faster over my erection, my pace ramping up to meet the thudding of my heart. I try to speak, but nothing passes my lips but a whimper. Pumping my cock harder and faster, I finally force the words out.
“Why stop?”
“Because I’m not done with you. Not yet.”
On the screen, Oliver has undone his shorts, the tip of his cock sticking out from his boxers. He’s stroking himself at a languid pace, not like the frantic way I was pushing myself to the edge.
“How would you make me come? Please tell me,” I whine. “I need…fuck, please, Ollie.” There’s a sheen of sweat coating my skin, and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. I buck my hips, fucking into my fist, a thousand little noises filling my room.
“Fucking hell,” he curses. When he speaks again, his voice is hoarse, his sentences broken by shallow gasps of air. “I’d lift your legs onto the bed, spread your cheeks and fuck you with my tongue. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? I bet you’d fight for control, riding my face until you’re screaming my name.”
Pleasure hits me like a comet, hot and powerful, radiating from my core and spreading through my limbs. My orgasm barrels forward and the arm holding me up slips. My back hits the mattress just as I come, my release coating my hand and stomach. I use it to slick my shaft as I work myself through the final pulses of my orgasm. My body shudders with the aftershocks, my lungs working overtime to capture much needed air.
“Darius.” My name is carried on a loud groan, and I sit up in time to watch Oliver’s cock pulse in his hand, his release hitting his stomach, where he’s lifted his t-shirt. He lets go of his shaft, runs a finger through his cum and brings the digit to his mouth.
“Look what you do to me, angel.” When all I can do is stare at him, a thousand emotions running riot in my chest, Oliver sits forward, bringing the phone closer to his face. His brow is furrowed and there’s a hint of concern in his brown eyes. “Are you okay? Talk to me. I’m sorry if I overstepped. God, I want to hold you so badly right now.”
I chuckle, fall back, and cover my face with my arm. “I’m okay. Give me a sec.” Grinning widely, I take a few seconds for my pulse to steady, then I get up and collect my phone, bringing it back to the bed.
