Disappointment sunk into my gut. It made sense that he would need a minute to process this. There wasn’t anything wrong with needing a minute.
But I really, really wanted him to come over.
And I really, really didn’t need a minute. Or even a second, to be honest.
I looked down at the skeleton costume, which clung to my skin. “I’ve never let anyone I know see me in one of these costumes before,” I said, then blinked. “Or I guess, I let someone I know see me in a costume about a million times, but I didn’t know it.”
“You’re so hot,” he said. “And I’m sorry. I don’t not want to come over—I’m just kind of freaking over here, Izzy.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, my hands dancing by my side. “I get it. Me, too.”
And it was true. I was kind of freaking.
It’s just that I was freaking about how much I wanted to touch him.
This was like the best surprise ever. I might get to have everything I ever wanted because everything I ever wanted ended up being Kai.
An image filled my imagination, of his serious, earnest face poking out of my kitty costume, and I almost jumped off the bed.
“You don’t have to come over,” I finally said, pushing the thought away. “This is supremely weird. I understand if you need time to process.”
He nodded. That exact steady expression was on his face, like he was thinking very carefully. “What about tomorrow?” he asked. “I have the day free. You could come over, and we could talk.”
“Definitely,” I agreed quickly. “Tomorrow sounds great.”
We kept staring, and I realized that I was hard, my cock throbbing in my costume.
Of course I was hard. Slipping into a costume always turned me on, like Pavlov’s boner, and I was already worked up after the date. Now my body was waiting for the thing to happen that always happened when OK and I chatted.
Except this time, I could see him and hear that sexy Kai voice, and that made everything different.
Torn between what I wanted and my fear of going too far and making Kai uncomfortable, I sucked my lip between my teeth and bit down softly. My hands danced at my hips, and my desire for him flared.
He stared back, emotions swirling in his steady gaze. “Izzy,” he said simply, my name slipping between his lips.
“Kai,” I breathed.
Countless times, I’d flirted with him just like this. It was one of the most natural things in the world for me at this point. And I guess that’s why I kicked my legs and arched my back then, my chest rising and falling with my shaky breath.
Kai gently spread his legs. Neither of us spoke; we just stared at each other. My hand drifted down over my cock, and I pressed my palm along my hard length, and when I did, Kai sucked in a sharp breath.
Just like I’d imagined the anonymous man on the other side of the screen doing, only somehow so much hotter, too.
“Do you want me to touch myself?” I asked.
He nodded quickly. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” I answered firmly. “I want that so, so bad.”
I pulled the zipper down past my crotch. It felt strange to have my face exposed and to finally see someone on the other side of the screen, but as Kai gripped his cock through his trousers, his attention fed me.
We each pulled our cocks out. His was just like I remembered from the cabin, thick and full, with a purple crown that flared as he tugged his foreskin back. The camera was a little blurry, but as he worked his hand slowly, his grip showed me his throbbing length.
I whimpered and rose up on my knees. Our rhythms matched, my hand pumping at the same speed as his, just like I’d always imagined.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned.
“I want to see you,” I begged, pleasure burning at my core. “Show me, please.”
