Page 10 of Choosing Me

I swallow thickly, trying desperately to find my wits. A harder feat than one would imagine when the picture of Calvin is still visible on my screen.

Me: Yes.

Well, I tried. No one ever said I was an eloquent man.

Calvin: Oh wow, you flatter me.

Me: Sorry, I was a little stunned. I had to pick my jaw up off the floor before I could respond.

Calvin: There’s my charmer.

My.My stomach flutters at the words in front of me. I know Calvin is just being playful but my inner alphalikesthe idea of being Calvin’s. There’s something so thrilling about imagining Calvin being possessive, something that tickles my inner alpha on a primal level. Fuck, I need to get a grip on my emotions and push them down before I get myself into trouble. We’re supposed to be having no strings attachedfun.

Me: What’s got you in such a good mood that you’re sending me such lovely gifts?

Calvin: I’m excited for tonight.

Me: Me too. I hope you like chicken parm.

Calvin: Love it. But I wasn’t really thinking about the food if I’m being honest.

I bite my bottom lip, tightening my thighs together as I think about last time we were together. I’d never been fucked that brain-melting good before. Anticipation makes my stomach clench. I cannot wait to see what else Calvin has in store for me.

Me: What WERE you thinking about then?

Calvin: I think you and I both know the answer to that.

Me: Tell me anyway? Pretty please?

My cock begins to perk up at the direction this conversation ishopefullygoing, plumping up in my boxers. I run my fingers over it, sucking in a sharp breath as pleasure zings through me. I squeeze around the sensitive head, the tiniest whimper leaving my throat, my cock hardening further. God, this omega drives me absolutely wild with nothing more than a thought.

Calvin: Naughty alpha, wanting to know all my dirty plans. I’ll tell you because you asked so nicely.

Calvin: I was just thinking about what you’d look like with ropes wrapped around your wrists as I ride you.

My cock, which was only mildly interested before, jumps to full hardness at Calvin’s comment. “Fuck,” I whisper, letting the word stretch out as my brain conjures image after image of what Calvin described. Does he already have ropes at home we could use? Does he have a color in mind that would look delicious against my skin? Would they leave barely there marks for me to look at the next day? I want that. All of it.

Me: I’ve never had someone tie me up before. I trust you.

I wince, wondering if that’s coming on a little too strong. I do trust him. I’m not sure if it’s because of the one night we had together and the way he treated me, or if it’s some sort of instinct that’s pushing me to trust him. Either way, I get the sense any sort of commitment would spook Calvin away and that’s the last thing I want.

Me: You’re making me so hard right now.

Calvin: Show me, alpha.

I swallow thickly. I’ve never sent a dick pic before. Fuck. Am I really doing this? I guess I’m really doing this.

I pull my boxers down in the front, wrapping my left hand around my cock. I stroke it a few times, smirking to myself when a bead of precum gathers at the tip. I turn my camera on but instead of snapping a shot, I hit record. The video is short, just me touching my dick before my thumb swirls around the tip, showing off the way I’m wet with how horny Calvin is making me. The video ends with the sound of my breathy gasp. It’s perfect.

Me: [Video]

I wait withheld breath, just barely keeping myself from squirming.

Calvin: Jesus Christ.

Calvin: Fuck.

Calvin: I was gonna wait til tonight but now I don’t wanna wait.

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