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“Well, holy shit,” I said under my breath, noting the time. At least we now knew when and where the brake line had been cut. Feeling as though I’d accomplished a breakthrough, I called it a day.

On my way home, I texted Craig and told him I’d be giving him a video call. I needed to see him; a phone call alone wouldn’t do it for me. He agreed and said he’d be at his hotel.

Once home, I shucked my clothes and put on some lounge pants and a loose-fitting T-shirt. I cracked open a beer and opened my laptop on the coffee table, dialing his number. I needed to talk to him about my day, but first I needed some attention to tame my horniness.

“Hello, handsome,” he said when it connected, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose.

I chuckled. “Hey there. You look sexy in those glasses, mister.”

“Ugh. No, I don’t. I’m finishing up some stuff that Chloe needed me to look at in an email, and you interrupted me.” He took his readers off.

“Consider my interruption a small favor,” I replied. “I miss you.”

“Aww…feeling lonely tonight?”

“I won’t if you take your clothes off,” I said, stroking my thickening cock through my lounge pants.

“Ahhh…not really lonely, but it seems you’re hornier,” he snickered.

“Okay. Horny then. I need to relieve some stress, and only you can help me out.” I continued to rub my length, but not free it from my pants.

Craig sat back and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, moving his hand at a snail’s pace. It was killing me. He licked his lips seductively as I took in his defined chest and abs. My pulse quickened, and I stripped off my T-shirt, dropping it on the floor.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice raspy and deep, rubbing his chest and pinching his nipples once his shirt was open. He bit his lower lip to taunt me.

“I want you naked. Strip for me,” I ordered.

He stood so I could see only part of his body on the screen, from his stomach to his thighs. His shirt dropped behind him, and he ran a hand down to caress his impressive bulge, squeezing and kneading it. I saw the outline of his cock through the straining fabric of his slacks. He unbuckled his belt with one hand and yanked it free from its waistband. I heard the leather crack before he dropped it on the floor.

His breath was steady and heavy, almost sinister, as he popped the button on his pants. “Is this what you want to see?” he growled. “Tell me, babe. Tell me what to do.”

Staring at the sight on my laptop screen for a few beats, I realized I hadn’t answered him because I was so focused on his striptease. “Go slow. Show me…everything, and take your time,” I finally said.

I’d shucked my lounge pants and was naked, reclined into the cushions of the sofa. My cock stood tall and veiny as I gripped the base, making it painfully harder. Pre-cum had seeped from my slit.

“Drop your pants, but keep your underwear on,” I commanded. He let his slacks slide down his thighs, and although I couldn’t see how far they’d fallen, I watched as he stepped out of them. He slowly lowered his briefs to rest under his tightly drawn-up balls, giving me a complete view of them and his erect cock. “Turn around, I wanna see your ass.”

He took a slow turn, running both hands under his ass cheeks, giving them a little jiggle, his bubble butt filling my laptop screen. I let out a snort at his teasing. “Pull them down…slowly,” I hissed. I loved his muscled cheeks, and getting that voyeuristic view only made me wish he were here to let my cock dive between the mounds of flesh.

Craig hooked his thumbs in his boxer briefs, shimmying them down as he shifted his hips from side to side, first exposing his butt cleft and then a little more, inch by inch. When he got about halfway down, he let go, letting the fabric snap back and cover him up.

“Oh…you’re such a cock tease!” I exclaimed. “Damn you.”

I heard a low rumbling chuckle come from my speakers as he smacked one cheek with a whack. The sound was like a gunshot, and the anticipation was beyond what I expected from a sexy video chat with him. We’d teased each other in the past with calls, but had never gone that far.

I was horny drunk as he slipped his underwear down past his knees slowly and with care. His ass cheeks spread apart when he bent over to remove the last of his clothing. It revealed his pink pucker that almost seemed to wink at me. I stroked myself from base to tip, picking up speed at the sight.

“Fucking hell,” I growled. “Stay bent over, babe. You’ve got me so fucking hard. I could come at any moment.”

“Mmmhmm,” he groaned, bringing his hands up to both cheeks again, spreading them to give me a clearer view. He looked back at the camera with a smirk. “You wanna fuck this, babe, so I can feel that big cock of yours fill me up? Or would you prefer to feast on it, as if you want to tongue-fuck me?”

He clenched his hole a couple of times, beckoning me. It was too much. “Baby…I-I’m gonna come,” I called out.

“Do it, baby. I wanna see your load.”

And that’s what I did. I brought myself to the edge of the sofa as ropes of cum shot toward my laptop, just missing its trackpad. More hit the table as some coated my fingers. He continued to tease me, wiggling his ass and encouraging my orgasm to keep going. The rest of my release hit the T-shirt I’d thrown on the floor earlier. I was surprised I’d come so quickly.

“Holy fucking hell,” I breathed out, crashing back into the sofa, my cock still twitching as it softened, leaving a sticky trail of cum across my shaved pubic area. I reached down to smear it into my skin and up my cock, and shivered at the sensitivity.