Page 38 of Surrender

Ever sent a response right away:I like everything about this, especially the part where we’re going into it with clear expectations. So, when should we get started?

I shifted around, so I was sitting up and leaning against the wall.We can do that right now if you want to. Are you down for a bit of chat to set the mood and then a living room rendezvous, Sven?

He sent a smiley face emoji and the message:Hell yes.

Then he wrote:Side note, I brought up the mail the other day and you had something from the Veterans Administration, addressed to David T. Garcia. When we met online, did you give me your real name instead of a fake one, which was the assignment?

I explained:I did. That may be my actual first name, but I’ve gone by my middle name all my life—except when I was in the Army, because they insisted on using my legal name.

He replied:I assume there’s a reason you chose to go by your middle name.

Long story short, Tracy was the name my mom wanted for me, but my dad tried to override her decision by insisting on David, which is a family name. I went with that when we met online because I figured I might actually respond to it.

Ever’s next text said:I’m glad I know that about you. However, I need to point out we’re failing hard on the sexting front. Hold on, I’ll get us on track.

He texted again with:Hey baby. What are you wearing?That message included the purple devil emoji.

I chuckled at that and told him:Nothing.

Really?

No, of course not. Like I’d be sitting here all buck-ass naked in my room.

Why not? I am.

Now it was my turn to ask:Really?

No.

I grinned as I wrote:We’re still doing a terrible job sexting.

We are! Is it because we’re friends now, so we’ve lost the spark?

No, definitely not.Not if our earlier kiss was to be believed. It hadn’t been missing a damn thing. I sent another text and asked:What made our conversation so hot last time?

He responded:You opened up to me about your biggest fantasy, and it happened to align perfectly with mine. It all came down to giving me control, which is a huge turn-on.

My cock stirred just from the mention of it, but this topic made me self-conscious enough to tell him:I don’t mind goingthere now. But to be clear, I never, ever want to talk about it outside of this context.

The thought of him casually bringing this up over dinner, or at any other time when I wasn’t expecting it, made me cringe. But he obviously already knew that. He’d never even alluded to it in all the time we’d spent together over the last few weeks.

Ever’s reply was exactly what I’d expected:I promise to be discreet, Tracy. Anything you confide in me while we’re messing around will never be brought up in any other context.

To get us back on track, my next message said:Now that that’s out of the way, tell me what you’re going to do to me when we meet up in the living room in a few minutes.

I liked the fact that he was able to instantly switch gears.First I’m going to kiss you, long and hard, until you’re aching for more. Then I’m going to sit back and watch while you strip for me. You belong to me tonight, and I want to see and touch and taste every inch of you, baby.

Damn, he was off to a good start. His next text said:After that, you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock. If I feel even the slightest brush of teeth, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your cute little ass. Understood?

I replied:Yes.The idea of a spanking made my cock throb, not that I was going to do anything intentionally to make that happen. I planned to give him the best blow job humanly possible after the last time.

I waited eagerly for his next message, which was:After you swallow my load, it’ll be your turn to come, but only when I say so.

Damn, that was hot. I adjusted my hard-on through my flannel pajama pants as another text popped up:Anything you’d like to change about my game plan?

I quickly sent back:No.I almost added “sir,” but it reminded me too much of all my years in the military.

Another message popped up:Then come into the living room.

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