Page 45 of Devoted

“You don’t mind that idea?”

“Nope.” My cock was stiffening rapidly. “So long as you don’t mind that I’ll be doing the same with yours.”

Zeke’s deep groan sent tingles down my spine. “I’ll be offended if you don’t.”

I whimpered at the prospect. “Why are you so perfect?”

He chuckled. “Baby, trust me, perfect isn’t an adjective that’s ever used in the same sentence as my name. Now, do you have lube?”

“Yes.” I picked up the bottle I’d placed there earlier. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“Get both hands nice and slick, Sam.”

I raised my brows in question before remembering he couldn’t see me. “Both?”

There was a click on his end of the line. Was he opening lube too? “Oh yes. They’rebothgoing to be busy. Believe me, if I was there, I’d be touching you in all possible ways.”

I was so hard it was almost painful. I didn’t know if it was that this was happening over the phone, him telling me what to do, or if it was justhim. Whatever it was, it was working for me. I was positively drooling for it.

“Okay, done.” My voice trembled slightly, the desire coursing through me impacting all my faculties.

Zeke instantly picked up on it. “You doing okay there, baby?”

“More than okay. I’m so wired that I think I’m only a few touches away from this being over embarrassingly fast.”

“Don’t worry, Sam. We’ve got all night.”

“All night?”

No one had ever taken time with me before. Not like this. Every time Zeke called me ‘baby,’ every time he said dirty things in his gravelly voice, I was taken a little higher.

I hadn’t even touched myself yet.

Usually, blokes just wanted to get in, get the job done, and get out. That obviously wasn’t how Zeke liked to play.

“Well, as often as you’d like to go,” Zeke replied with a bite of amusement. “Sleep can wait until you’re satisfied.”

I dropped my head back against the chair with a whimper. “Can I touch myself? Please?”

“Yes. Not your cock though. I want you to reach down and cup your balls. Roll them in your hands. Give them a little tug.”

I did as he instructed, feeling a zing of pleasure pulse through me. He kept speaking as I played with my balls, his filthy words guiding my hands. I didn’t usually bother paying much attention to them when masturbating, just going straight in for the main event, but with Zeke gently talking me through it, I was questioning why I didn’t do this more often.

“How do they feel, baby?”

“Heavy,” I panted. “And tight.”

“Fuck yes,” Zeke purred. “I want you to slide that hand lower along your taint. Can you reach in that position?”

I had a feeling I knew where Zeke was going, and I was so here for it. I’d make sure I could reach—anything to not miss out.

Lifting one leg, I propped my heel on the edge of my desk. The position left me wide open. I didn’t feel vulnerable though, why should I? No one could see me. No one knew what I was doing right now.

No one other than Zeke, of course. But weirdly, itdidn’tfeel weird to be doing this with him. I didn’t feel vulnerable.

I felt safe.

“Okay, I’m there.”

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