Page 41 of Devoted

“Good. Now, what are you wearing?”

“Nothing on my top half. Just…underwear on my bottom half.”

I latched on to that pause like a wolf going after a rabbit. “What kind of underwear?”

“A jockstrap.” His breaths were coming quicker now. “A bright red one.”

My cock twitched in my shorts. “I bet you look so sexy in it. If I was there, I’d make you bend over the desk while still wearing it. I’d spread your legs and hold your cheeks open so I could look at your beautiful hole for as long as I liked.”

“Fuck, Zeke,” he whimpered. “I want that.”

I groaned, shoving my shorts down. There was no way this was going to last as long as I wanted it to. I was desperate for him.

“Me too. Tell me, do you like to bottom?”

“Yes, I prefer it.” He paused for a moment before continuing hesitantly. “Do you…I mean, are you…”

“A top?” My laugh was low and filthy. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be. But nothing would make me happier than pinning you under me while you take my cock.”

“Zeke.” He was begging already. “Can I touch myself?”

Fuck me, could Sam be any more perfect? I’d always had a touch of a dominant streak in the bedroom, and Sam asking for permission?

It was like fate had smiled down on me, giving me the one I’d been waiting for.

Please let Sam be the one I’ve been waiting for.

“In a second,” I said. Sam huffed but didn’t argue. “Take your underwear off first. As sexy as I’m sure they are, I want you to be comfortable.”

“Okay.” There was a shuffling noise before he paused. “Actually, can I send you a photo?”

I choked on my own saliva in my haste to answer, resulting in a coughing fit. Fortunately I recovered faster than a human would have. Unfortunately though, not fast enough for Sam to have missed it.

“Oh dear, did I accidentally almost kill you?” His tone was a blend of smugness and amusement.

I swigged some water from the glass on my bedside table before answering. “Don’t worry, it’d take more than a bit of choking to take me out. But yes, in case you didn’t get that from me almost dying in excitement, of course you can send me a picture. You can send me whatever you like, anytime you like.”

“Okay, hang on.”

A few beats passed before there was a beep in my ear, notifying me of the incoming message.

Lifting my phone, I groaned as the photo filled the screen. It was a shot of his body, his face cut off. He was sprawled in his chair, leaning backwards. His legs were spread, a hot red jock barely containing his bulge. My mouth watered as I studied it, wondering how much I’d be able to fit into my mouth. He wasn’t muscled, which I fucking loved. He was built to cuddle. There was a small smattering of hair on his chest surrounding his dusky nipples. He was tall, but I guessed shorter than I was.

He was all of my fantasies given life. Everything except for his face, which I couldn’t fucking see.

I memorised every detail, wanting to know everything that went with the voice I’d grown to…care for.

“You like it?” His question was almost shy.

“I love it.” I stroked my fingers over the photo, like I might somehow be able to feel his skin through the screen. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him to send a shot of his face.

No, you’re already obsessing. Don’t make it harder on yourself.

I swallowed the question back. “You’re stunning, Sam. Absolute perfection.”

“I bet you say that to everyone you’re about to have phone sex with.”

I laughed. “Actually, you’d be the first there.”

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