Page 17 of Just Watch Me

“Thank you,” he said as soon as I kicked the sweats free from my foot. “Now turn off all the lights in your place except the lamp next to your bed. Then get in your bed, facing me.”

Holy fuck.I might have groaned. Definitely. I definitely groaned.

Skylar chuckled. I didn’t think chuckles could be erotic, but somehow he managed it. “Do you like me telling you what to do?”

I really, really do.It got me out of my own head enough to participate. Often, if I managed the miracle of starting something firmly out of my comfort zone, my anxiety would come along and pull me back in like a relentless life preserver. But with Skylar directing me, my anxiety took a back seat long enough for me to really get into it.

“I do,” I said in a voice huskier than I’d heard before. Once I’d followed his directions on the lighting, I stopped at the foot of my bed. “On or off?” I pulled at the waistband of my boxers.

“Off.” Skylar removed his own. “I wanted to talk to you so badly when I watched you last week. I wanted to tell you how sexy you looked while you teased your hole. The expression on your face when you came? I picture it at least a dozen times a day.”

“Fuck, Skylar.” I scratched my thigh to avoid grabbing my dick since he hadn’t told me I could touch it yet. He hadn’t told me I couldn’t, either, but I enjoyed giving him control.

“I’d love that.” He gripped his cock and moaned. “I’d open you up with my tongue and fingers.” He slowly stroked himself, rubbing his thumb over the crown of his dick.

I dug my fingernails into my thigh, forming five crescents. “That would feel so good.”

“You want me to rim you, J? Squeeze your ass and spread your cheeks while I get you ready for me?”

“Please, Skylar.”

“Touch yourself for me. Slow strokes. Match me.”

I’d been in such a lust-filled fog, I hadn’t noticed he’d matched the lighting he’d directed me to do. His bedside lamp illuminated him like a stage spotlight, lit for my pleasure.

I climbed back on my bed and leaned against my headboard. “You’re so sexy.” I really needed to pull out a thesaurus, but my brain had officially slotted his face into my mental dictionary next to the word.

“Yeah? What do you find sexy about me?” He asked it in a way that didn’t seem like he was fishing for compliments but rather easing me into dirty talk by answering a direct question.

How does he understand me so well?“Obviously your body—your tattoos and arms, your ass. Fuck, I’ve thought about your ass a million times.” I grabbed my balls as Skylar did. “And your eyes are gorgeous. You’re so funny and smart.”

Skylar’s strokes quickened. I wished I could see his eyes up close.Do his pupils dilate when he’s turned on?

“You’re kind,” I said, immediately feeling shy. I was terrible at dirty talk.

Skylar gasped. “Oh, fuck.” He squeezed the base of his cock. “You make me feel so good.”

I copied him as I breathed hard. I was way too close to coming, embarrassingly close.

Skylar ran his hand through his hair and laughed on an exhale. “You really get me going.”

I gestured to my rock-hard dick. “Uh, same.”

He laughed.

The temptation to invite him back over so I could trace his tattoos with my tongue and tease him until he yelled my name overwhelmed me. But something was so hot about watching each other while not being able to touch, only able to hear each other pant into the phone.

“Want to put on a show for me? Show me that pretty little hole?”

Don’t come, don’t come. Don’t you fucking come yet. You’re in the boss level, and your energy stores are depleting. Don’t you fucking lose now!

The closest my exes had gotten to dirty talk had been “fuck, babe” and “suck my dick” and “gonna come.” I wasn’t exactly well-versed in the art.

I would do anything Skylar asked me to if it kept him talking to me in that sweet, gravelly voice, his words dripping with honey.

After retrieving my lube, I shifted to my knees and spread my legs.

“Jesus.”

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