Page 115 of Trigger

“Why?” he said hoarsely. “Don’t you want to get off?”

Fuck me.

On the other end of the line, I could hear the bed squeaking underhis weight.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m in a pretty desperate state, Dom.Like, I’m—I’m hard all the fucking time. I don’t… I don’t know how much longerI can take this. Um… are you there?”

“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat because I sounded funny. And Isounded funny because I just pulled my dick out of my sweats.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m rushing this. Feel free to tell me to fuckoff. But I miss you. And I keep thinking about what we would be doing if I werethere with you.” He drew a shaky breath. “Would… would we be fucking, Dom?Would we be in my bed, fucking?”

Fuck.

Fuck!

I moved my phone further away so he wouldn’t hear me spitting intomy palm. When I fisted my dick, my toes curled.

“Say something,” he said, sounding breathless. “Carter, please,just tell me. Tell me if you’re jerking off. I won’t say another word if youdon’t want me to, but if you’re doing what I think you’re doing, I want toknow.”

On the other end of the line, I heard a bottle cap pop and a softsquirt.

“I have to lube myself,” Tye bit out. “Fuck, I’m… I’m in pain,Dom. My dick hurts. Ah, fucking hell.”

After a few moments of silence, a wet, slick, rhythmic soundreached me.

“F-fuck,” Tye whimpered, sounding breathless. “This feels so goodwith you being there… Dom? C-can you hear me? Can you hear what I’m doing,baby?”

Oh, I heard him, but I was too busy slapping my dick to stopmyself from coming. When the pain reached my brain cells, I bit into my fistedhand.

“Are you c-close, Dom?” Tye stuttered. ”‘Cause I’m going toemb-barrass myself, baby…”

The doorbell stopped him from finishing his sentence, as my eyessnapped open in shock.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” Tye roared. “Not now, damn it!”

I let go of my aching dick and rolled over onto my stomach,shaking. On the other end of the line, I heard him stomping across the room,cursing like a sailor.

“Bazooka, if that’s you, I’m going to kill you. I swear to God!”

I could hear muffled sounds and hushed voices before Tye spoke,sounding frustrated.

“I… erm… I have to go. Asshole arrived early. I’m... I’m so sorry.You okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, burying my face in a pillow to smother agroan of anguish.

“Okay. I’ll... I’ll go have that drink, and then I’ll call youwhen I get back, okay? Will you answer?”

“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat because I sounded like someoneelse. “I will.”

I could hear him opening a pack of gum.

“My hands are shaking,” he said, sounding winded. “Fuck… I’ll callyou, okay? You just… don’t think too much. It usually ruins things. Shit, I’mrambling. Are you still there?”

“I’m here.”

He drew a shaky breath as if he was trying to compose himself.“Okay. Where’s my wallet?”

I could almost see him looking around, searching for it.

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