Page 18 of Just Watch Me

“No, it’s Jesse.”

Skylar laughed, and it made the sex more fun. “Your hole is begging for my tongue. Give it a finger and pretend it’s me.” He seemed to carefully avoid saying things like “wish I were there too.” Like even in the height of arousal, he was thoughtful about not putting pressure on me.

I dribbled lube on my middle finger then traced it around my hole.

“Tease it. Don’t go in yet.”

I heard a bottle cap close. “What are you doing?” The urge to turn around and eye fuck him tugged at me, but I wanted him to just watch me.

“Touching myself and warming up some lube. It feels amazing. You’ve got me so turned on.” His voice was almost hoarse.

I wanted to push my fingertip inside for some relief but waited for Skylar’s direction. I lost myself to not thinking for once, to simply feeling and enjoying without fretting over the repercussions.

“Push your finger in. Slowly. Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good for me.”

Each word of praise was like a verbal stroke of my dick.

He talked me from one finger into two. By the time I had three fingers in me, my head hung forward between my shoulders, and I was panting so hard I couldn’t form sentences. I’d never been intentionally edged before. A few times my last ex had edged me by accident when he’d changed positions and stopped nailing my prostate. I hadn’t been bold enough to tell him to go back. But Skylar knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to me because I’d somehow found the ability to tell him. When I could still speak coherently, anyway.

“You ready to come for me?” Skylar sounded as gone as I did.

“Wanna see you.” I’d been too shy to masturbate in front of people I’d dated, but Skylar had busted through my walls like a battering ram.

“Yeah? Turn around.”

I heard his smile.

“Rub the lube from your fingers over your cock and show me how you like to touch yourself. Make yourself come.” Skylar’s strokes sped up. He was too far away for me to see his face in detail, but it was enough.

I showed him exactly how I liked to make myself come.

“When you’re ready, J, I’m going to touch you all over. I’m going to lick you and fuck you. I’ll treat you so good.”

When I’m ready.Not if, but when. My balls squeezed, and my eyes closed as come spurted against my stomach in the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Once the spots in my eyes faded, I looked at Skylar. When he had my complete attention, he came. The primal grunt he let out sent a shiver through me.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I said, breathless.

Skylar grinned as he panted. “You, too, J. You are too. Damn. I’m gonna sleep well tonight.”

I bit my lip and shifted uncomfortably on my bed as the nerves kicked in.What happens now? Do we pretend like this didn’t happen? Did I just lose my friend?“Me too.”

“Hey,” he said softly. “We still on for playing tourist and tour guide tomorrow?”

I exhaled and smiled. Not the kind of role-play I wanted but exactly the kind I could handle. “Absolutely. Night, Skylar.”

“Night, J.”

CHAPTER10

“You’re distracted today.” Ben glanced over at me from his desk.

He wasn’t wrong. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Not a lie. I’d barely slept Friday after jerking off with Skylar, then Saturday I’d lain awake much of the night thinking about the great day we’d had. Things were so easy with him. The conversation flowed, and the banter was nonstop as we visited breweries, stopped at Powell’s to pick out a book for each other, caught dinner at theDoctor Who-themed restaurant, then spent the rest of the night trying to kick each other’s asses at Portland’s arcade bar. Skylar was alarmingly good atDonkey Kong, which was ridiculously hot. I had to stop myself three times from grabbing his dick as a distraction maneuver.

It was the best day I’d had in years. Maybe ever, which was sad as hell. I was staring down thirty, and the highlight of my life was a day spent with a guy I’d known for little more than two weeks. It didn’t feel like just half a month, though. I was usually slow to warm to people, but not with Skylar. We swapped stories like we’d known each other for years. He was easy to tease, and when he teased me, I didn’t feel self-conscious about it like I did with others.

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