Page 81 of Outcast
Gray:
I have a little time now. How about you tell me what you’re wearing.
Emory:
Are you serious? I’m in my boxer briefs and a T-shirt. Sorry to disappoint.
I hit video call, and Emory answered, looking adorably tousled.
“Who says I’m disappointed?” I said. “Although, you could take off that shirt for me.”
His eyes widened. “Are you—” He bit his bottom lip, his eyes closing briefly as color seeped into his cheeks. He cleared his throat. “You’re not pranking me, right? You want phone sex?”
“Consider it one more sexual experience to explore,” I said. “I hate that I don’t have time for us to meet up.”
“Well, I understand. You don’t owe me anything, Gray.”
“This isn’t about owing you, sweetheart. I want to see you touch yourself while you think about me.”
He exhaled noisily. “Fuck. I guess that could be…” He swallowed hard. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
“Good. Take off your shirt.”
Emory propped his phone on a table, providing me with a nice frontal view of him, and pulled off his T-shirt. “You too. Want to see your ink.”
“Such a slut for my tattoos,” I teased.
His gaze roved over my chest and arms after I’d tossed my shirt aside. He licked his lips. “What now?”
“Hmm. Why don’t you give those perfect pink nipples a pinch for me?”
He blushed harder, but Emory took each of his nipples between his fingers and squeezed.
“Good. Do it harder.”
He twisted, gasping, then tugged them out from his body until he groaned.
“Very good.” I pushed my underwear down and grabbed my cock, giving it a slow stroke. “Now, throw back the blankets and let me see how hard you are.”
Emory played along, following my directions. He’d been so assertive our last time together, but this seemed a little out of his comfort zone. I waited until he’d complied, mouth watering at the sight of his gorgeous cock curving up over his abs, wet at the tip.
“I wish I was there to suck you,” I murmured.
He let out a breath. “Wish you were too. Your mouth is so good.”
“It sure is. Stroke yourself while you think about just how good it feels.”
He started up a slow rhythm, eyes slipping shut. I waited for a few minutes, learning what I could about the way Emory liked to be touched. The way he lifted his left hand to tweak his nipple every three tugs to his cock. The way he stopped to roll his balls. I noted each and every way he played with his body.
“Want to get more adventurous?” I asked.
“H-how?”
“Suck your finger until it’s wet, then push it inside your ass.”
His chest heaved, his nipples red from the twisting and tugging, and his lips red too from the way he’d been biting them in pleasure. Damn, but I wanted to soothe them with my tongue, taste his mouth, his cock, his ass. I wanted all of him.
I jerked my cock faster, groaning as I tormented myself with all the things I couldn’t have right then.
