Page 69 of Icing the Play

“I’m guessing the text was from Cooper?” Zoma stood, walked to the couch, and dropped into a corner.

“It was.” I set the glass into the dishwasher. “I’m going to go talk to him in my room.” My face heated. Hopefully, Zoma wouldn’t hear anything, but that thought wouldn’t stop me. I hightailed past Zoma and into my room.

“Okay, I’ll just watch some television.” Zoma called out.

After shutting the door and throwing my phone on the bed, I dropped my shorts and briefs and shucked off my t-shirt.

My phone rang with a FaceTime call.

“Shit.” Climbing onto the bed, I hit the screen, answering the call.

Cooper’s gorgeous face appeared, his cheeks flushed. “Hey, babe.” He raised the edge of his lips. “You look naked.”

“I am.” With a soft snort, I laid on my back, my dick lengthening against my stomach. “Aren’t you?”

“Give me a second. I didn’t know you’d be ready.” The screen showed a white ceiling with shadows dancing across it.

Slowly palming my cock, I bit my lower lip. Tension coiledinside me. How would he control the toy and talk on a call with me?

His face and chest came into view, along with a beige upholstered headboard. “What are you doing?” His eyes darkened.

“Stroking my dick, eh.” I freed a soft laugh. I sounded a little stupid.

“Yeah?” He scraped his teeth over his lower lip. “So am I.” He glanced away for a beat. “Wanna see?” He moved his phone higher, and the screen filled with his chest, washboard abs and then his thick cock, his hand wrapped around it, gliding up and down. “Feels fucking good.”

Pleasure pulsed my dick and precum beaded on the tip. Yeah, this was turning me on. “I love your cock, Cooper.”

“You do?” He stroked faster, his breath quickening. “Where’s yours?”

“Oh.” I held the phone higher, letting the camera take in my torso. “There.” This should feel weird, shouldn’t it? But with him, nothing felt weird.

“That’s hot. Where’s the toy?” His eyelids hooded and a soft groan worked free of his throat.

“Just a minute.” I set the phone down, opened my nightstand drawer, and pulled out the sleeve. After slipping it on, I picked my phone up and hovered it over my hips.

“Fuck…” he rasped.

The toy sprang to life, vibrating over my cock.

I startled and gasped as sensation jolted all the way to my toes. This thing was a little too good. As I itched to rock my hips, I brought the camera to show my torso and face. If we would keep doing this, we should probably buy a stand. Would that make me a cam boy? I smirked.

“How’s that? Too much or not enough?” He parted his lips, his hand pumping over his swollen cock, the tip leaking a thread of precum.

“It’s perfect.” I focused on the movement of his hand over his cock, the way he squeezed at the tip and rocked his hips. Sensationheightened inside me and my balls grew tight. Shit, wouldn’t last. Maybe he should turn it down a notch. “Hey, Cooper, can you uh, turn it?—”

The toy buzzed faster.

“Oh, fuck.” With my stomach clenching, my mouth dropped open as an intense wave of pleasure surged over me. My dick pulsed and shot cum over my chest while sparks lit behind my eyes. I gasped and moaned, thrusting my hips, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Oops.” Cooper came closer to the screen. “Fuck, you’re making me come.” He set the camera on his cock as he milked it, cum spraying to paint his stomach.

As it slowed, I stripped the toy off me and brought the phone closer to my face. How I’d held the phone out through the intense orgasm was a miracle. Panting, I said, “I was going to ask you to slow it down.”

He giggled. “Yeah, well.” He grabbed a white towel from off camera and wiped off. “Guess I need more practice.”

“You can turn it off now.” I glanced at the toy, still humming on the bed. Awkward…

“Oh, yeah.” His finger came at the screen and the toy stilled. “Besides my misuse of the toy, how was it?”

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