Page 34 of Dear Mr. Brody

Smiling, I relaxed some.

@MeAndMyShadow33:What would you do next?

@TheL0stB0y:I run my hand across your chest, and you pull me in. I have to straddle your thighs to kiss you. I start with your lips and work my way down your jaw to your neck.

Feeling unsure of myself, I typed without thinking.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I want you to touch me.

@TheL0stB0y:I’m here for whatever you want. This is all for you.

His assurance lifted away my hesitation, and with one hand, I pulled down my briefs. A rough, uneven breath parted my lips as I stroked myself, circling the head of my cock with the pad of my thumb. I shuddered, closing my eyes for a few seconds, and pretended it was his hand, his heat surrounding me, his tight grip drawing me closer to the line I’d been dying to cross.

@MeAndMyShadow33:This feels too real.

@TheL0stB0y:Please tell me you’re touching yourself right now.

Swallowing my self-doubt, I told him the truth.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I am.

@TheL0stB0y:Fuck, me too.

My entire body burned with need, knowing I’d made him just as hot as he’d made me.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I wish you were here. I wish I could feel you.

My head tipped back as I cupped my balls, wishing it was his mouth, his fingers, anything besides my own hand. I was wound up, my cheeks and neck blazing with a mixture of arousal and uncertainty. I wanted to come. I wanted to be like the men in that video, lying side by side, my hips aligned with Michael’s while he jacked us at the same time.

@TheL0stB0y:I’m here, James. You’re so close, so fucking hard for me. Can you feel me, feel how hard I am for you?

“Yes,” I grunted, my climax already trying to surface.

I forced myself to slow down, my hand finding a lazy rhythm, up and down the steeled length of my shaft. I wanted to draw this out, I wanted to see how far I’d let myself go.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I feel you.

@TheL0stB0y:Yeah… what am I doing?

@MeAndMyShadow33:Stroking me.

@TheL0stB0y:Fast or slow.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Slow.

@TheL0stB0y:I want to taste you. Fuck, I bet you taste good.

God.

@TheL0stB0y:I lean down for a taste, but it’s not enough. I love the way the head of your cock stretches my lips, the weight of it on my tongue. I want to feel you in my throat, suck and swallow you until you’re shaking. I want your fingers in my hair, James. Use my mouth, make yourself come.

I was lost in this fantasy, to this faceless man. My legs spread open, I imagined him kneeling between them. Imagined my fist in his hair as I raised my hips and fucked my hand until I couldn’t hold back any longer, until my climax barreled through me. I clenched my jaw to subdue my loud groan, shooting my load all over my chest and stomach. A calm sleepiness loosened every muscle in my body with every heavy breath I pulled into my lungs. It took a minute for the initial high to start to fade and for me to realize I’d dropped my phone. Feeling lightheaded, I reached for it and unlocked the screen.

“Holy shit.”

He’d sent a picture of his incredible, chiseled chest and stomach covered in his come. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I thought about taking a picture of my own mess and almost chickened out. But I had nothing to lose at this point, and admittedly, I wanted him to have it, wanted him to have this piece of me, this first. I snapped a shot, exactly like his, and after I sent it, I went to the bathroom to clean up. It only took me a few minutes, but by the time I crawled back into bed, all the post-orgasmic adrenaline had dissipated, and my exhaustion hit me like a truck. My insecurities made me reluctant to open our message thread, to see the proof of what had happened. Half smiling, half cringing, I lay back on my pillow and swiped my thumb across the screen.

@TheL0stB0y:If I was there, I’d lick you clean.

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