Page 67 of Left on Read

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“What if I used my hand? Not to choke you or cut off your air, but to show you who was in charge?”

My breathing hitched and my dick throbbed in my briefs.

“Yeah, you like that.” He chuckled, but both it and his grin were teasing and sensual without a hint of mocking. “Can you take off your shirt for me?”

I put the phone down and whipped off my t-shirt. Nerves exploded in my stomach, but I pushed through them and picked up my phone.

“So hot.” He bit his lip, his intense look chasing away my fears. “Want me to tell you what I’d do if I was there with you?”

“Yeah. Please.”

“First, I’d kiss you. But I’d keep it soft and slow. Tease you until you can’t take it anymore. Then I’d go deep and hard.”

He paused.

“And then?” I asked breathlessly, my stomach tight with desire now.

“Then I’d lay you down. I’d kiss every part of you, but I’d pay special attention to your neck and stomach. I’d tease those spots until you were begging for more.”

“More,” I whispered, not caring how needy or wrecked I sounded. I just wanted him to keep talking.

“Yes, exactly like that. When you were nice and ready for me, I’d take off your pants. Do you want to do that for me now?”

Eagerly, I shimmied out of my sweats. “Then what?”

“Show me what you’re wearing.”

I angled the phone down, some of my arousal disappearing as my plain green briefs, which weren’t exactly sexy but were comfy, filled the little square in the corner of my screen.

“Mmmmmm. Love that color on you. Love how tight they are. How I can see your cock through them. Do me a favor and touch the wet spot.”

I pressed my finger against the damp material, biting back a moan as I brushed my oversensitive cockhead.

“Show me your gorgeous face. Yeah, there you are. Now taste yourself.”

I slipped my finger between my lips and sucked.

“Jesus.” He shifted on the bed. “That’s so fucking sexy. Touch your cock for me. Pretend it’s my hand touching you exactly the way you need.”

I angled the phone down.

“Let me see you.”

Hesitantly, I moved the phone up so my face and torso were framed in the shot.

“That’s it.” He blew out a shuddering breath. “I’m so turned on right now my dick actually hurts.”

Pride and something akin to confidence filled me, knowing this was affecting him as much as it was me.

“Tease yourself for me, but keep the camera on your face. I want to see how good it feels.”

Moaning, I stroked my palm over my shaft.

“Now imagine that’s my tongue moving over you. Do you like that?”

I nodded, stifling another moan.

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