Page 75 of Where the River Meets the Skye

Skye?

Hard, Riv. Throbbing, aching, for you, baby.

Show me.

Skye

Three seconds later Skye’s phone rang with a facetime call and he answered, his face flushed and breathing heavily, but a smile splitting his face as well when he saw his husband’s grin.

“Hey, beautiful,” River said, his voice sultry and seductive, sapphire eyes sparkling. “You look good.” Skye was propped up against the driver seat window, trees in the background.

“Shut up,” Skye muttered. “You’re evil.”

River chuckled. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Now show me that sweet cock, baby.”

“You gonna show me yours?” Skye asked, raising an eyebrow. “Two way street here, angel.”

River smirked smugly and surprised Skye by slipping his shirt over his head first, which only made him swallow, his cock twitching and throbbing painfully, and then he watched as River leaned back on his wedge, resting one arm behind his head, and held his phone in the air, giving Skye the most beautiful full view of his face, torso, and groin, gloriously hard.

“Oh, River,” Skye breathed. He could barely stand it. He didn’t think he’d ever seen River look so beautiful before, splayed out like that, just for him. He must be using a selfie stick to get that incredible angle. Even with all the weight and muscle mass he’d lost, he was still gorgeous. He was thin, but not sickly so, and he still had some definition in his arms and chest. The same high cheek bones as always, the same full lips. And those sapphire eyes of his were sparkling mischievously, his dark hair tousled, and his cock twitched. He didn’t think he’d ever been so turned on in his life. And it was an incredible feeling to know that he could do this to River. That River could do this to him. Make him come so undone with his words, with his body. But it wasn’t just that. It was everything they were to each other. Everything they shared. Everything they had been through. It was their love and commitment and devotion and friendship and loyalty that made this so erotic on top of everything else. The sex was just the icing on the cake. But damn if Skye wasn’t going to lick that icing off and taste it for all that it was worth.

“Your turn, baby,” River murmured as he stroked himself slowly and Skye watched, making more precum leak out of Skye’s engorged cock. It was twitching like crazy now and pressing painfully against his zipper. “Show me how hard I make you. Show me what I do to you, sweetheart.”

Skye couldn’t give River the same view, but he slid his pants further off, along with his boxers, and pulled up his shirt, then angled the phone at his dick, trying so hard not to touch himself. “This what you want, Riv?” he asked, panting, his voice raspy.

River growled through the phone. “Shit, yeah, that’s what I want. Touch yourself, Skye. I want to see you come for me.”

Skye didn’t have to be told twice. He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and started stroking.

“River?” he said.

“Hmmm?”

“Are you touching yourself too?”

“Yeah, Skye, I am. I’m so fucking hard for you right now, baby.”

Skye groaned and stroked himself harder.

“That’s it, baby,” River cooed. “Fuck your fist for me. Such a pretty cock.”

Skye moaned as his body shook with pleasure. Who knew his husband had such a dirty mouth?

“Wanna get my hands all over you, baby,” River said. “You’re gonna come so hard for me, aren’t you?”

Skye nodded, panting, though River couldn’t see it. “Are you close?” he asked.

“You wanna see?”

“Yes,” Skye said, barely able to breathe as he continued to stroke himself. He was so close now.

“Okay.”

Skye took his phone away from his crotch so he could watch River, and he was not disappointed. His husband’s eyes were closed, his knees bent, his back and ass lifted slightly off the bed, legs parted. His face was flushed and he started making the most incredible sounds.

“Oh, Skye,” he moaned. “Skye, I want you.”

“Fuck, River,” Skye whimpered as he stroked himself harder, his body shuddering. Everything in him wanted to jump through the phone and shove himself against his husband, and yet it didn’t, because this was what was so erotic about it, the fact that they were having sex this way, and couldn’t touch each other. There was something about being limited, being bound, using their imaginations, and their words, that was such a turn on.

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