Page 114 of Kismet

After I get out of the shower, I tug on some black briefs, towel drying my hair, while grabbing my phone off the nightstand to send a quick goodnight text to Stone. A grin so big it makes my cheeks hurt slides onto my face when I see a message from him already waiting for me. It came in about five minutes ago. Hmm… didn’t think he’d still be awake. Instead of texting him back, I hit the FaceTime button, preferring to see his face.

It only rings a few times before it connects, showing me his sleepy, smiling face and bare-naked chest. He’s lying in his bed, and it looks like only his bedside lamp is on.

“Hey, Cash. Thought you might’ve been asleep.” His deep, gruff voice sends a shiver through me. I wonder if my body will ever not be so responsive to every single thing he does.

“Nah. We only got home about twenty minutes ago. I was in the shower when you sent your text.”

I toss the towel in the hamper next to the desk before climbing into bed. The bedding is white, fluffy, and definitely expensive.

“Did you guys have fun?”

“We did! Weston’s brother ended up coming out too. It was nice to see him. And Weston’s friend, Enzo, came. Although, I think the termfriendisn’t quite right. They were sucking face most of the night.”

“Really?” He quirks a brow and grins. He’s so fucking handsome.

“Wish you were here,” I admit, my hand automatically traveling under my waistband until my palm wraps around my steadily growing erection. Even his fucking voice and seeing his face are enough to get me going.

“I wish you were here.” Stone’s sleepy voice is so fucking hot, it should be illegal. All gravel and sex. Take that, along with his sexy as fuck five o’clock shadow and disheveled black hair. Sex on a fucking stick.

“Yeah? What would you do if I was there, sir?”

His gaze heats, pupils dilating, as he chews his bottom lip. “Hmm… think I’d start with you between my legs. Nuzzling and lapping up my cock and balls like a good boy.”

Fuck.“Does that make you hard thinking about it?”

“You know it does.”

“Show me,” I moan, squeezing my now rock-solid length.

He slowly drags the phone down his toned torso until his bare cock comes into view. It’s standing proud and weeping.Jesus Christ, this man.

“Dean Philips, you’re lying in your bed completely naked, talking to one of your professors? What a naughty boss you are,” I flirtingly chastise.

His large baseball mitt of a hand fists his cock, gliding from the base all the way to the tip, where he squeezes. “You have no idea how horny I get talking to my dirty professor. Always willing to please. Go the extra mile. Put in thework.” Each sentence is emphasized by his hand stroking himself skillfully.

“Prop your phone up,” I growl. “I want to watch you get yourself off for me.”

Doing as he’s told, the phone stands against the lamp he has on his bedside table, and he sits up so his back is flat against the headboard. He’s gloriously naked, hand wrapped around his cock, tip glistening with his arousal in the dim lighting.

“Is this what you want, Bambi?” The dark glimmer in his eyes and the sinful smirk plastered on his face as he unabashedly works himself over heats my entire body. I can do nothing more than watch him in rapt silence, nodding my head. His arm is thick and corded as he strokes up and down, and his abs jump from the pleasure. His breathing is shallow, and his eyes can barely stay open, they’re so heavy with need.

My tongue dips out to wet my lips. “Fuck, I wish it was me wrapped around you instead of your hand. Feeling you slide in and out of me, filling me up so good.”

Unable to take it any longer, my free hand grips my aching cock, working it in long, languid strokes. I exhale shakily as my heart pounds behind my ribs. Watching him come undone sends a jolt of lust through me, and I’m already so close to the edge.

He watches me with hungry eyes as he uses his pre-cum as lubricant, easily gliding up and down his fat, veiny cock. “You fucking your hand, baby?”

Nodding my head, I put the phone at an angle so he can watch me, but I can still see him too. Neither of us says anything as we watch each other, our heavy breaths and soft moans filling the space. My body’s on fire, pulse racing, and I can feel my release creeping up on me. Watching him is too much. Too sexy.

My hand slows down, my back arching into my grip. “You’re so… fucking perfect, Stone.” My voice comes out ragged, my head feeling light.

“You want me to come, Bambi?” he asks, and I nod my head. A devilish grin slides onto his face as his tongue pokes out, wetting his lips. “I want you to ask nicely for it. Beg for my cum.”

“Fuckkk, Stone.” My hand picks up the pace. Tightening my grip, damn near strangling my cock, as I stroke with fervor. “Please come for me, Stone.Please. Let me see you come all over yourself for me. Fuck… I’m… gonna come too.”

A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, seconds before his cock explodes. Hot ropes of cum cover his hand and chest. His head throws back, a look of pure bliss painting his features, and I lose it. My dick pulses before my release takes hold of me, coating my abs. We stay quiet as we catch our breaths. My pulse is hammering in my ears, my body molding to the bed like Jell-O.

Somehow, I muster up the energy to climb out of bed, shuffling over to the hamper and pulling my towel out. I wipe up my mess before throwing it back in and walking back over to the bed, climbing in. Rolling onto my side, I prop my phone up on the pillow beside me. Stone’s lying on his side too. Sleepy, sated eyes watch me, a satisfied smile sliding on his face.

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