Page 68 of Untouchable Player

Swallow. Pause. “Yes.”

I rub my hand over my cock through my sweats and heat rushes through me.

“And I want to do it to you too.”

I slide my hand under the waistband and stroke my cock, thinking about Nate’s head between my legs. My hand in his hair. His big eyes looking up at me.

“Are you touching yourself?” He asks.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

I pull my waistband down, my bare ass cold against the pull-out bed, but I don’t give a fuck. I imagine Nate here in it with me, his pyjamas pulled down to his knees.

“I am too.”

Fuck.

“Want me to get you off?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I’ve had plenty of practise doing shit like this with guys I meet on apps, but this is Nate. Every dirty thing I’ve said to guys to get them off dies on the tip of my tongue.

“Tell me what you want.”

He freezes like I knew he would.

“Don’t be shy Nate, trust me. Tell me what you want, and when I get back home, I’ll do it.”

“I want you to… take all my clothes off and kiss my chest and stomach and thighs..."

"yeah?"

"and then I want you to lick me...”

“where?”

“Everywhere.”

A groan escapes me as I rub my thumb over the head of my cock.

“What else?”

“I want to suck you. I want to know what you taste like. I want to make you feel good, like you make me feel good.”

Every time he pauses too long, I encourage him.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I have to stop moving my hand, because that nearly tips me over the edge.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ve watched it in porn and it looks like it feels amazing and I want you to do it to me.”

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

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