“That’s hot,” I sent back.
A winking emoji.“He likes to see me take big dicks.”
It was, I figured, an invitation to share.Unlike a lot of people, I didn’t proclaim inches on my profile.
“I haven’t had any complaints,” I sent back.Opening my camera roll, I added the shot I’d taken in the bathroom mirror.Sure, I had the towel around my waist, but it didn’t exactly hide what was underneath.
“Perfect,” popped up.
“You hosting?”
No reply, just an address.It was the sort of efficiency I could see Catherine being delighted by.
Chapter Seven
Less than five minutesin a cab and I was there.Feeling that familiar shiver of anticipation in my belly as we pulled up outside the identikit apartment building.Excitement blended with the sense that I was doing something wrong, but which nobody was going to call me out on.
I’d pulled on a t-shirt, jeans, and a hoodie, figuring I wasn’t going to be judged for my sartorial performance.I’d brought a nicer shirt, and mildly fancier jeans, on the assumption that Conner might want to go out for dinner.Instead, some guy was apparently going to watch me nail his boyfriend.
I thumbed the buzzer; pulled the door when the lock hummed.
From the sound of it, and the photo he’d sent, this wasn’t a new arrangement for them.Frankly, while I knew about the whole cucking scene, I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to be the guy watching rather than on the bed, or wherever the action was happening.Conversely, though, the idea of someone watching me fuck another guy had clearly been enough to get me hard on the ride over.
I squeezed myself through the denim, as I waited at the apartment door.
He was cute.Slightly older than me, but shorter, twinkier.Lean muscle in a sleeveless shirt and shorts; his hair pulled back, and a smirk that fell just on the suggestive side of lascivious.It didn’t feel rude to look him over.After all, the way he was staring was like he half-wanted to eat me.
“Hey.”He stood aside, letting me into the hallway.
“Oli,” I supplied, toeing off my shoes.I turned, to shake the hand presented.
“William.”
I stiffened, his hand still in mine, as he stroked with the other across my crotch.Watching his smile spread wider, while his fingers outlined the shape of my erection.
“Nice to meet you, Oli.”The amusement was clear in his voice, along with the lust.“I’m glad you could come.”
