Page 12 of In Plain Sight

“Describe it to me. Tell me how you like to be touched.”

“Um.” I paused, not quite sure what to say.

“Do you like a firm grip? Or maybe you prefer a soft one?”

“Firm.”

“Do you like having your balls played with?”

“Yes.”

“What about your ass? Do you ever touch your hole while you jerk off?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you like getting fucked?”

My face flamed hot. I wasn’t ashamed of my preferences, but it was a bit weird to be telling them to a stranger. “Yeah, I love it.” I paused. “Are you a…”

“Top. Does that get you excited?”

“Yeah. It does.”

“Good. Now tell me how you’d want me to touch you if I was there.”

“I’d want you to start slow.” Was that what he meant?

“What else?”

“I like when there’s extra pressure on my cockhead.”

“Mmmmmm,” he rumbled. “I like that too. Is that what you’re doing now?”

I nodded.

“I need the word,” he prompted gently.

“Yes. I’m doing that now.”

“I’m watching you stroke yourself,” he said. “Do you like putting on a show for me?”

“Yes.” I slowed my hand. I was already getting close. “Are you jerking too?”

“My dick is hard, but I’m not touching myself.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to focus on you. I’ll come when I’m ready.”

Something about the way he said that last sentence hit differently. It was darker, almost commanding. Like he was letting me know who was in charge.

“Now tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said.

“Um…”

“Do you want my mouth, or my hand?”

“Mouth. I want you to suck me.”

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