"Shit, Duncan, did you just spit in your hand?"
"No, I spit right down on my dick."
Oh god, my head pushes back into the pillow. "I’m not going to last."
"I hate that I’m not there to stop you from coming." Duncan grunts out. "If I were there I’d pull you back from the edge, maybe spend some time eating your ass to slow things down."
"Shit, shit, no don’t talk."
"You like that, Charming? The idea of my tongue worshiping you? Fuck Rhys, I’d pin your knees up and devour your sweet ass."
"Dunnn-can." I whine.
"Maybe I’d let you touch your cock at the same time, maybe I wouldn’t." He pauses for a moment and I can hear his hand moving along his cock from his side of the phone. "Have you been a good boy?"
"Yes, yes, so good." I chant as everything in me spirals to my core.
"But, if you’re good does that mean you can touch yourself? Or not?"
"Touching, yes touching." I pant.
He chuckles darkly. "That’s it, I’m changing my flight and stopping in Nashville on my way back from Colorado."
"What?" My mind fractures with his change of subject.
"The plan we just made Charming, I’m going to make it happen."
"So you’re coming?" My hand continues to jerk up and down because the idea of stopping to have a conversation is painful.
He huffs again. "Not yet, but if you keep being a good boy for me I’ll be coming very soon."
"Oh god." I groan. His praise is teasing but it sets every cell in my body alight. "Duncan, fuck, I’m so close."
"Then go get it Rhys, pump that thick cock for me until I can be there to do it myself."
My hand tightens and my other grips the muscle over my heart like I need to fight to keep it in my chest.
And my body might know something my mind doesn’t yet because when our breathing syncs and his grunt confirms his release matched mine, everything in my chest loosens and I melt.
"Shit Charming, that was hot." Duncan sounds relaxed and boneless.
"Yeah Duncan, it was." My eyes flutter open as I can’t believe I’m in the same place.
And my body craves the warmth of his. The gentle caresses that follow orgasms, the warm water of showering together, the total vulnerability of sharing this experience with someone else.
"So, it’s cool for me to come and visit right?" He sounds a little unsure and I blush thinking he might be flustered over me.
"Oh yeah, you’re definitely coming."
"Shut up." He laughs.
I take the phone off speaker and bring it to my ear. "I’ll text you my address and if you send me your flight info I can get you a car at the airport."
"Oooh, Daddy Energy. Should I wear myDaddy’s Favoritetank?"
I chuckle. And file that information away for later. My Alpha Hockey Boy might like being told what to do from time to time. "Sure, but it’s more that I don’t want a random Uber Driver to have my address."
"Shit I didn’t even think of that." He sounds like he’s moving but I still don’t have enough feeling back in my legs to think about getting up.
