That’s because I go at night. Cam works one till nine two days out of the week and is always bothering me. “I work out late. Before I go to bed.”
“Are you getting ready for bed now?” he asks softly.
“Yeah.”
“Have you thought about the other night?”
It’s all I’ve been thinking about. “Yeah.”
Sawyer makes a sound over the phone, almost like a groan. Heat strokes my stomach, those things I’ve been trying to avoid now growing louder. I can’t shut it off. “Don’t do that.”
“What, Aiden?”
“Those sounds.”
“What sounds?” Again. Slow heat pools in my core.
“You know what sounds.”
Sawyer does it again. A soft hum, then he laughs a little. “What’s the matter, Aiden? Thinking about the other night?”
“I haven’t stopped.”
“Where are you now?”
“In bed,” I say too quickly.
“In bed thinking about the other night, huh?” Sawyer sighs. I wonder if he’s in bed too. “I haven’t stopped either,” he confesses.
A thick pause settles between us. “Tell me,” I say softly.
“Tell you what, Aiden?” He waits. “Tell you about how good you felt and tasted?” I reach down, grabbing my growing cock. “I wish I had you here, spread out on my bed and mine to do whatever I wanted with.”
“Y-yeah.” I squeeze then slip my hand under the band. “What would you do?”
“We wouldn’t rush,” he whispers. “I’d touch you slow. Kiss you. Make you feel crazy with the need to come. I haven’tstopped thinking about how you taste. How you felt against me. In my mouth.”
“You liked it?”
“I loved it,” he whispers. “When you came, your lips parted.” I stroke my cock, listening to his voice, and pleasure curls through my stomach. I think back to that night with him between my thighs. I close my eyes, making the memories brighter, his soft pants through the phone adding to the intense rush of heat I’m feeling. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“I want to see,” he moans.
Freeze. “I uh... I can’t. Not right now.”
I think he’s going to press further, but instead he lets out a moan. “Don’t stop.”
“Are you naked?” I ask. Fuck, I want to see so bad, but I don’t want him asking why I’m in my car doing this. The tiny breaths on the other end push me toward the edge. “Touch yourself for me.”
“Yeah. Fuck, Aiden. It’s not as good without your hands on me.” He moans. “I like to take my time, kiss every inch of you.”
My breaths pick up the faster my hand moves. “Feels so good,” I breathe.
“I’m going to come.”
“Me too.” Warmth spills over my fist as I groan, and once I’m spent, I sag back onto the seat then roll to grab a shirt from the floor and wipe my hand. I get up and reach through the middle, grabbing the wet wipes in my glove compartment to clean my hands properly.
