Page 29 of Numbers Boy
“How do we feel about pizza for dinner?” I call out, wanting to get them fed before Amy gets off work so it’s one less thing for her to worry about tonight.
“Yes, please!” comes both of their voices, followed by a tired “Woof!” from Stacy.
“Sorry, girly,” I chuckle. “No pizza for the pupper.”
“But she could have pupperoni,” Isabella giggles, sinking deeper into the couch so Stacy can rest her head in her lap.
I grin over at her, glimpsing a bit of the silly sense of humor she’s always had. I’m glad that she seemed to have fun today. I’llhave to remember to thank Steve for helping create a great day, even though he wasn’t here.
THE WEEKEND AFTERSteve gets home from his trip, I get a text from him. That’s nothing new. Even though we haven’t had a chance to hang out outside of business hours again yet, we’ve been texting every day and have met up at the dog park a few times. What is new is the fact that there’s a dick pic attached.
Okay, so it’s a picture of Steve sipping a drink through a penis-shaped straw, but still. Even though the proportions are way off, the sight of his plush lips, painted bright red today, wrapped around a dick of any kind makes my own dick swell in my pants.
Steve: Happy Penis Day! *eggplant emoji* *image attached*
Me: Is that really a thing?
Steve: Apparently lol
Steve: I think most of us thought Henry was joking at first, but nope!
Me: Well, it got you to send me a dick pic, so I fully approve of this celebration *winky face emoji*
My gut churns as I see the message marked as read and then wait for a response. Was that too much? We’ve been flirting more and more, and after that night on my couch, I thought we were on the same page, but maybe I read too much into it.
I’m just about to type out an apology when my phone rings in my hand, Steve’s name and contact photo – a picture of him and Stacy – popping up on the screen. I quickly answer it, and before I can even get out a greeting, Steve’s voice comes across the line, a little breathy and hushed.
“Is that something you’d want?”
“Um…” Is it something I’d want? Hell yeah. But not if he’s not on board with it. “Only if you’re comfortable with that. Iknow some people don’t like sending photos, and if that’s the case, forget I said anything.”
“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable,” Steve says, voice husky and sweet all at once. The sound sends a cascade of lust rolling down my spine, settling deep in my stomach. He huffs out a quiet laugh before continuing. “Well, not with the idea of sending you photos. The hard-on you’ve caused in the middle of my friend’s get-together though. That’s a bit uncomfortable.”
Now that I know he’s okay, I can’t help but tease him. “Aw, poor Princess.”
“I know,” he says, and I swear I can hear his pout through the phone. “I’m hiding in Henry’s bathroom right now. Just look what you’ve done to me.”
A few seconds later, my phone pings with a text. I carefully tap on the message so I don’t accidentally hang up on Steve when I open it.
Steve: *image attached*
Filling my screen is a selfie of Steve, clearly taken in the mirror of his friend’s bathroom, red lips in a pout, plush and just begging to be kissed. But when I finally tear my eyes away from his mouth, my own drops open as I see his outfit. He’s wearing a cropped green hoodie, midriff bare and his reddish, barely there hint of a treasure trail leading to gray sweatpants that are slung low on his slim hips. And there, outline clearly visible through the soft material, is his cock.
He’s obviously hard, and my breath leaves me in a soft huff as my own cock hardens more fully. I press the heel of my palm against the bulge growing in my jeans, eyes tracing over the entire photo again before I reply.
“Fuck, Princess,” I finally manage. “I wish I was there to help you with that.”
“Yeah?” Steve asks. His voice is still low, but there’s an almost pleading quality to it now. “What would you do if you were?”
Oh, Princess wants to play.
“I would get on my knees and pull that pretty cock out.” I close my eyes, imagining how Steve would look from below, his cock jutting out and green eyes blazing as he watches me from above. “Will you do that for me, Steve? Get your cock out and let me talk you through it?”
A soft whimper comes over the line, followed by a muffled shuffling sound. “D-done.”
“Good job, Princess,” I croon as I unzip my fly and do the same, tracing along my length with my fingertips. “I can’t wait to see you up close. Feel you again. Taste you. Lick one hand for me and wrap it around yourself.”
I follow my own instructions, wanting it to be Steve’s taste in my mouth instead. Wanting my hands on him, caressing him, and showing him without words just how lovely he is. But my own wants can hold off. My Princess is waiting.
