Page 22 of True for You

Every place he mentions I gently caress with my fingertips, my skin pebbling with goosebumps. The touch is borderline ticklish, making my stomach tense with pleasure. I suck in a shaky breath, all of my nerves standing on edge.

“I’d love to kiss your stomach,” I confess softly. “It’s so soft and round right now. And your skin is so pale. I love the idea of leaving such pretty marks on your skin, baby.”

“I’d let you. I’d run my fingers through your hair while you do and when it starts to get too much I’d use your hair to tug you away.”

A whine leaves my throat as I follow exactly as Christopher describes, pulling my own hair and making prickles of pain explode across my scalp. My cock is throbbing as precum dews the tip.

“Oh,” Christopher breathes from the other side of the phone. “That noise you just made. It was so pretty.”

“Jesus Christ, Christopher. I’m so turned on right now. Can I touch myself? Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Go ahead and stroke your cock for me.”

There’s something about the way Christopher saysfor methat makes me wanna whine with how much I fuckingloveit. I’m touching myself knowing he’s on the phone listening in, knowing hewantsme to touch myself. God, why is this so fucking sexy?

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I hiss out, wrapping my hand around my cock and slowly stroking myself. “Feels so good, baby. It’s really not gonna take long before I’m coming. Your voice is really turning me on.”

“Good,” he says and I can hear the smile in his voice, he’s loving this. “That’s the point.” There’s a brief pause and I close my eyes, savoring the pleasure I’m giving myself with my hand, the way growing slick as precum leaks from my tip. “Would you like to hear what I’d do with you if I was there?”

“Yes. Tell me. Please.”

“I would crawl on my hands and knees between your legs, looking up at you laid out for me, like my own personal buffet.” My heart pounds against my ribs as I listen to Christopher’s fantasy, hanging on every single word coming from his lips. “I would slide my hands over your stomach and your chest just so I can feel how strong you are. I love how strong you are, Parker.”

“Strong enough to carry you around.”

“Exactly,” Christopher says, “I just wanna slide my hands over those muscles, especially because it’ll make you squirm.” My hand picks up speed, my mind latching onto Christopher’s voice. “And then once you’re so squirmy you can barely take it, I’d finally wrap my hand around your cock.”

A moan leaves my throat without my permission, bursting out and echoing in my otherwise quiet room. “Oh god.”

“You might have to show me what you like. I’ve only ever touched the one I have between my own legs but I’m happy to learn. You’d teach me, right Parker?”

“Yes. I’d teach you, baby. If you wanted to touch my dick I’d give you free reign.”

“Such a nice alpha,” he murmurs and that little bit of praise has my cock twitching in my grip. “I’ve never had a cock in my mouth but yours is very pretty, Parker, and I wouldn’t mind trying. I bet you’d taste just as good as you smell.”

“Fuck,” I hiss out, imagining Christopher between my legs with my dick in his mouth. He’d be inexperienced and sloppy but sometimes those are the best blow jobs. It would be so fucking good because it’sChristophertouching me like that. And through the whole thing our eyes would meet and be filled with love and affection. “I’m close, baby,” I murmur through clenched teeth.

“I know you are. I can tell by your breathing. It’s kinda hot, Parker, the way you’re losing control.”

“Only for you, Christopher. God, I’m gonna come.”

“I’m touching myself too,” he confesses and oh my god, I’m completely losing it. My mind is picturing Christopher stroking himself and the visual is almost enough to have me coming. His blond hair a sweaty mess, his pale skin pink, his hand wrapped around his cock. Fuck. I wonder how he smells right now. Is his scent sweeter? Is the smell of his slick heavy in the air? God, my imagination is running wild and I tighten my grip around my cock as pleasure overwhelms me.

Now that I know he’s touching himself, I can hear the way his breathing is choppy, coming out in harsh pants. His voice is barely there, like he’s clenching his jaw. Fuck, knowing he’s enjoying this as much as I am is somehow making this even hotter. My knot is filling with blood, tingling with pleasure as I squeeze it even tighter.

“Someday I’ll make you come with my hand while we’re kissing. I like the way your tongue tastes, Parker. I like the way your hands feel on my skin. Are you going to come? Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Shit.” Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I would be able to hold my orgasm back. My cock throbs in my fist before cum is spurting from the tip, splattering against my belly. A whine leaves my throat as pleasure courses through me, made better by the fact that it was my mate walking me through my pleasure. My palm wraps around my knot, squeezing tight to prolong my pleasure. Knowing Christopher did this, that heenjoyedgetting me off and thinks about the things he wants to do to me in the future only serves to turn me on further.

And then, to make matters even better, I hear the moment that Christopher comes. My cock jerks again, my knot tingling under my palm. I wish this sound would be imprinted onto my brain so I could relisten to it over and over and over again. I have a feeling I’ll be replaying this soundtrack every time I take a little me time to myself in the shower.

“Wow,” I murmur, my body sinking against my sheets feeling like a pile of sated goo, a wide smile stretching across my lips. “That was amazing.”

“It was,” Christopher says back but I can hear the way he’s wincing.

“Go, baby. I know you wanna take a shower.”

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