Page 11 of Choosing Me

Calvin: I’ve met very few alphas who can make me lose my composure but you’re one of them. Fucking hell that video was so hot.

A mixture of lust and pride fill my chest, making a smirk play at my lips. It’s so fucking sexy knowing I’m making Calvin all hot and bothered. He might be the one in control but that doesn’t mean I’m powerless to push his buttons just as much as he pushes mine. I’m glad I found a sliver of confidence and decided on that little video instead of a picture.

Calvin: All I wanna do right now is pin down your hips and take that big, beautiful cock back into my mouth.

Me: Oh my god. Yes, please. You’re so good with your mouth. Someday I wanna return the favor.

Calvin: You will. I wanna see if that mouth feels as delicious as it looks. Maybe I’ll even tie you down and ride your tongue. Would you like that, Wilson? If I made you eat me out?

A whine leaves my throat, my face heating up as desire floods me. The hand not holding my phone moves back to my dick, stroking myselfachinglyslow, wanting to tease myself just as much as Calvin would if he were here. Anticipation thrums under my skin, making all my nerves stand on edge. Every touch is heightened, every touch feels like too much and not enough at the same time.

Me: I would love that. Just thinking about tasting you on my tongue has my cock rock hard and dripping.

Calvin: Are you touching yourself?

Me: Is that allowed?

Calvin: Do you have any idea what you do to me? How sexy I find it when you ask permission? Fuck.

I wait a moment in suspense, my hand going still as I wait for permission. Calvin drives me wild and there’s something so hot knowing I’m doing the same to him, how our reactions play off each other and drive us higher and higher without even trying. A little voice inside my head wants to whisper about this making us just as compatible as our scents, but I ignore that, focusing on the new text that’s just come through.

Calvin: Touch your cock. Stroke yourself nice and slow while thinking about the way I’m doing the same.

Me: God I wish I could see that.

Calvin: Maybe I’ll show you tonight.

Fuck, I hope I’ll see that tonight. The idea of seeing Calvin touch himself has embers of desire roaring inside my belly. I do as I’m asked, stroking my dick nice and slow. My toes curl in pleasure, already so far gone. Calvin has me hook, line, and sinker and I’m finding that I don’t mind. Especially not when he makes me come harder than I’ve ever come before.

Me: I would pay to see that. I bet you look so hot.

Calvin: Funny you should say that because you literally can pay to see that ;p

Me: Pffft

Calvin: Lucky for you I think you’re cute and will show you for free. And even better I’ll show you in person instead of on screen.

Me: You’re teasing me.

Calvin: Of course I am. And you like it.

Me: I hate that I do.

Calvin: I think you like it. Love it even. You’re a slut for my teasing.

A high pitched whine leaves my throat at Calvin’s words. He’s right. I’m a slut for his teasing. Needing it just as much as I need the air in my lungs, just as much as I need to come.

“Fuck,” I grit out, sweat beginning to dot my brow. I’m jerking myself off quickly, probably quicker than Calvin would like but I can’t seem to stop myself, losing every ounce of self-control.

Me: I’ll be your slut.

Calvin: Keep that up and you’re gonna make me come.

Me: Shit. I wanna make you come. I love being able to help you come.

Calvin: You do it so well. Just talking like this has me soaking wet. I’m gonna have to take another shower.

Me: I wanna taste that so bad. I’d let you use my tongue however you want.

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