Page 38 of In Plain Sight

“I’ll come.”

“Let go of your dick.”

He let out a disgruntledharrumph.

“Now spit into your right hand.” I wished I’d had the forethought to get him to have lube handy, but spit would work for what I was planning.

He must have pulled the phone away because the next thing I heard was his soft “I did it.”

“Rub your hole. Get yourself nice and slick.”

“Nice,” he groaned.

“How do you like to be fucked?” I asked to distract him. “What’s your favorite position?” I tried again when he didn’t answer.

“I’m not sure.” His voice was hesitant. “I’ve only ever done it a few ways.”

“Which ways?”

“From behind. Standing or doggy.”

That was it?

“I don’t get to bottom often,” he said, sounding more alert than he had a minute ago.

“Do you like the idea of being on top?” I asked. “Riding my cock so I can look up at you?”

“Yeah. I like that,” he said on a sigh, slipping back into his happy place.

“What about with me on top? Laying on you so I can feel and see all of you?”

“I want that so bad,” he moaned. “Please let me come.”

“Not yet,” I soothed. “Soon. You’re doing so good. You just need to hold off a little longer.”

“Are you stroking?” he asked.

I slid my hand under my sweats and gave myself a long, slow stroke. “I am.”

“I wish I was there, or you were here. I wanna feel you so bad, want your cock so bad,” he babbled.

I’d planned to edge him. To bring him right to the brink of pleasure before making him stop, only to start the cycle until he couldn’t take it anymore, but I was too close.

I’d only given myself a single stroke, and I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, building like a storm and ready to hit when I least expected it.

“I’m moving faster,” I said, my voice harsh with lust and the effort of not rushing this next part so we could both find release. “I’m fucking you for real now, pounding into your perfect ass. Do you like that? Do you like to be fucked hard?”

“Yes. I love it. I need it.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Please,” he begged.

“Touch your hole.”

He gasped.

“Are you touching it?” I barely recognized my voice with how rough and raspy it was.

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