Page 40 of In Plain Sight

His garbled cry was loud and unrestrained.

“Have you ever come without touching yourself?”

“No.” He made a high-pitched sound.

“I bet I could make you come hands-free,” I rasped. “Maybe I’ll hold you down and fuck you nice and slow. Go for hours until you’re out of your mind with need and come all over yourself.”

“Oh god!”

I squeezed my eyes closed and bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, desperately trying to stave off my orgasm.

“Or maybe I’ll bend you over and fuck you hard and fast. Take you whenever, wherever I want.”

His cry was different. He was almost there.

I had no idea how I could tell after one JOI, but I couldfeelthat he was close and just needed a little more.

“You’d look so hot like that,” I rasped. “All spread out and begging for my cock. Can you picture it? Me on top of you and fucking you so hard you’re about to come without touching yourself?”

His cry was loud and full of relief, then a string of profanities as he finally came.

That was too much, and I came in a burst of pleasure, crying out and stroking myself through it as I shot all over my shirt and even my neck.

I lay against my pillows, my hand on my spent cock and my chest heaving as my mind spun. That was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and it had been with a guy I’d never met or seen in real life.

A soft whimper knocked me back into reality.

Shaking off my stupor, I focused on Sinbin.

“Are you with me?” I asked softly.

He made a snuffling sound, seemingly unable to speak yet.

“Just relax and enjoy the pleasure,” I said. Hopefully he was coherent enough to hear me. “Sink into it and let it wash over you. You’re safe. I’m here, and I’ve got you.”

“You do?” he mumbled dreamily.

“Yes. I’m right here with you. Can you get under your covers for me?”

“My head feels funny.”

“I know, and it’s normal. It’ll pass soon, I promise. Can you get under your blankets for me?” I asked again. Getting warm and covering his nudity should help him gently ease out of the daze he’d fallen into.

“I think so.” Rustling came over the phone, then some grumbling as he presumably slid under the blankets. “Did it,” he reported, sounding a bit more alert than he had a moment ago.

“Good boy. Now keep your eyes closed and imagine I’m in bed with you. I’m holding you close. I’m kissing your cheek, your neck, even your hair. Now I’m putting my lips next to your ear so I can tell you how amazing you are. You made me so hot, and I came so hard. You were perfect.”

He mumbled something I couldn’t make out, and I kept talking. Telling him how much I’d enjoyed that and how good he’d been as he slowly shook off the fog of pleasure.

When his breathing was back to normal, he cleared his throat. “Jesus,” he mumbled.

I huffed out a laugh, unable to help it.

After a moment, he laughed too.

“I have no idea what’s funny,” he said, still laughing.

“Nothing’s funny,” I assured him. “I think my brain short-circuited for a second there.”

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