All cleaned up now, though. I always make sure toclean up my messes.
Me
Of course. I’ve been told you’re the total package.
Sunshine
Oh, I am. It’s why I was extremely thorough and even documented it for you.
A video pops up on my screen, and my breath stalls. My thumb hovers over the arrow. All I can see are Shane’s bare feet. Bare feet that are very obviously in a shower. My pulse skyrockets. I swallow and press play.
“Ohmyfuck.”
The muffled stream of water and Shane’s heavy breathing fill my apartment. His soapy fist shuttles over his dick, the ruddy tip peeking out after every upstroke. And would you look at that…I’m hard again. My whimper slices through the room. I didn’t get to touch him tonight, and right now that fact ispainful. It’s right there. I want it. I need it.Fuck.
I pause the video and stride into my room. I prop the phone on my nightstand and resume the video while I strip out of my clothes. I half-groan, half-cry. Such a pretty dick. He’s perfectly straight and flushed reddish-purple. I can almost feel it. The weight. The taste. My stare locks on my bed. Exactly where he was the last time I had him in my mouth.
I toss my lube onto my bed and flop onto my back. I allow myself a couple dry strokes while I watch. His breaths are heavier now, mixing with grunts. Then the most beautiful sound comes through my phone’s speaker. It’s rich and rough and lands straight in my cock. Need. Now.
I fumble with my phone and turn it on selfie mode, make sure my face isn’t in the picture, then hit record. Isquirt lube in my hand and strangle my dick. A hiss of relief passes through my teeth.
Yes.
I thrust into my fist and squeeze tighter, giving the underside of my head extra pressure.
“Fuck, the things you do to me, Sunshine,” I groan as I shuttle over myself in deep, long strokes. My muscles clench tight, and the pressure builds. And builds. Bliss surges forward, and I can’t take my time. I can’t draw this out. It’s too close to the surface. I twist my hand over my dick in quick half-strokes, my hips bucking. The ache in my balls pulls tighter, pulses harder.
I squeeze my eyes shut and re-live earlier tonight, re-live that video just now. Shane’s head bobbing in my lap, lips stretched wide around my dick. Shane’s pretty cock covered in soap suds?—
I throw my head back, neck straining as bliss boils over. A hoarse moan rips from me as I come all over my hand. I milk every last wave of pleasure until my body goes limp. I slide my thumb across my cum-covered tip and shiver at the oversensitive feeling. I lean over to my nightstand and press the red square on my phone with my clean hand.
I quickly wipe up my mess with some tissues. Then I head to the bathroom and wash up, before falling back into bed with my phone. My eyebrows fly up. There are ten messages from Shane. I open our chat. And then I laugh. Poor Sunshine.
Sunshine
Okay, is it a bad sign you stopped responding after that video?
I hope it means you’re rubbing one out.
But now it’s been like ten minutes.
Nobody jerks off for ten minutes unless they’re, like, really into edging themselves.
All right. Officially freaking out.
Was that too much?
Shit, I crossed a line, didn’t I?
HOW DO I RETRACT THE VIDEO?
You want to know what? That wasn’t actually me. My phone was stolen. Totally someone else sending you jerk-off videos.
I unsent it. But I think you already watched it. So, am I screwed?
I blow out a breath, trying to get my laughter under control. I brush a tear from the corner of my eye and quickly tap out a message.
Me
