Page 77 of Must Love Christmas

No sooner had Garen got into bed then his phone screen lit up with a text from Simon:

Come to me

Garen shivered at the direct order, and it took all his self-control not to gallop down the hall. Instead he replied,Why?followed by a winking emoji.

A few moments later he heard the distant beep of Simon’s dictation mic.

Simon: Why not?

Garen: Hey that’s my line

Simon: Then I guess it’s time to put your money where your mouth is

Garen: And where shall I put my mouth?

It was nearly a minute before Simon’s reply arrived, in the form of a photo. Garen typed his response, his whole body tingling with desire. A wicked part of him considered pretending he was Simon’s boss, threatening to sack him for sending a late-night dick pic. But that would’ve been cruel—and probably would’ve deflated the very thing Simon was promising.

Garen: Are you sure?

Simon: I want you

Garen: I want you too. And I miss you. These long distance relationships are so hard :(

His phone rang. He answered the call. “Hiya.”

“Get over here,” Simon said.

“I would do, but I’m afraid I’ve just missed the last train.” He started stroking himself through his sleep trousers. “I guess the phone will have to suffice.”

“God, you’re ridiculous,” Simon said with another laugh that made Garen’s skin shimmy.

“Ooh, tell me more.” He reached inside his boxers. “Tell me the ridiculous things you want to do to ridiculous me.”

“So we’re having phone sex from twenty meters away. Interesting.” Simon paused for a moment. “I want to finally taste your cock.”

A promising start. “Go on.”

“I want you to sit on my chest and fuck my mouth, put it all the way in.”

“That sounds good.” Garen grasped the base of his shaft as he stiffened. “Feels good too.”

“And while you’re doing that, I think I might fuck you with my fingers.”

Garen’s cock jerked in his hand. “Mmm. You definitely should do. What else?”

“You’re gonna feel my tongue all over you while you go in and out. And your knees are gonna shake, and you’re gonna think you can’t keep going, but you will, cos it feels so good.”

Whimpering, Garen closed his eyes and began to stroke. “What else?”

“And you’ll think, ‘I’m gonna come down his throat.’”

“Yes,” Garen hissed, his grip tightening reflexively at the description.

“But that’s not what’s gonna happen.”

Garen stopped. “Sorry?”

“You know what I’m doing right now, Garen?”

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