Page 12 of Perfect Matcha
“Yes.” Camden’s voice had worked wonders, a fact Theo wasn’t going to think too hard about.
“Did you put lube in the Fleshstroker?”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Well then, put the opening of the toy on the top of your cock and slide it down.”
Theo’s brain record scratched. “This is weird, right? We’re being weird.”
“Why is it weird?”
“Because you’reyou. And I’mme. And we’re best friends. And I need help, but—”
“I can help you, Theo. Just pretend it’s not me on the phone. I can be someone else for ten minutes.”
“Oh my God, how am I supposed to pretend it’s not you?”
“Umm. How about this?” Camden sucked in a long breath and let it out slowly, the sound reverberating through the line. When he spoke, his voice was even deeper and sultrier. It went straight to Theo’s dick. That was, until the words registered. “Thank you for calling Fantasy Sex Phone Line Incorporated. What can I do for you, stud?”
To be fair, the words went to Theo’s dick too, after he laughed.
“Stop laughing. You want to come, Theo?” Camden snapped.
“Of course.”
“Then put your cock in that little hole right now,” Camden growled, his voice mad and domineering, which pinged all kinds of confusing feel-good sensors in Theo’s brain.
“Okay, bossy,” Theo yelped. He shoved his dick into the Fleshstroker and barely managed to stifle a gratified groan.
“Sounds like the bossiness worked. That what you need? A boss?”
“Uh-huh.” Stars were bursting behind Theo’s eyelids as he moved the toy over his dick. It was wet and warm and tight in there. He twisted the Fleshstroker when only his head was encased, and a shot of adrenaline pumped through him.
“You better come quickly, Mr. Punch. You need to get back to work. You’re way behind on this dataset, and you don’t want to disappoint me.”
“Oh my God.” Theo threw his head back and fucked into the toy, lifting his hips off the bed. No one knew that Theo thought his grumpy boss, Mr. Sauveterre, was a total fox … No one except for the man on the other end of this phone line. “Y-y-yes, Mr. Sauveterre.”
“And do a good job, because if you don’t, Iwillmake you do it over.”
“Okay … Fuck.” Theo peeked down. He moved the toy faster, his dick disappearing into the heavenly sleeve again and again.
“You watch that dirty mouth with me, Theodore.” Each word was bitten off and mean, a true scolding coming from a voice that sounded almost alien to him but was also so familiar and dear.
Theo’s balls drew up. He tried to hide his shocked moan, but he definitely failed. A burst of sensation flooded his dick, and he came inside his newest, most prized possession.
Once his ears stopped ringing, he stared up at his ceiling fan. Awkwardness threatened to choke him, but he felt too marvelous to let it. They had undoubtedly crossed a line somewhere along the way, like when Camden had pretended to be a phone-sex operator, which was obviously a job Camden would beamazingat. Or maybe they’d crossed the line when Camden had imitatedTheo’s boss.
There was a line. And they’d perhaps … tripped it.
“So maybe sex toys are nice after all,” Theo said brightly and breathlessly.
Camden’s laugh was gruff and deep and shaky. “Yeah. And you’ve only touched the tip of the iceberg, Mr. Punch.”
Even though they were through with the, uh, role-play schtick, Camden calling him Mr. Punch sent a startling, albeit pleasing, prickle over his shoulders.
To distract himself, Theo carefully pulled the Fleshstroker off his cock. He needed to clean it, which, according to the helpful literature, was pretty easy. But it required an end to this conversation.
“I should probably go?” Theo said, his voice rising at the end as if he’d asked a question. He honestly had no idea how to navigate this situation. What did one do when one got off to one’s best friend pretending to be one’s bossy boss man over the phone? And why in the goddamn world was he referring to himself as “one” now?
