Page 7 of Ronan
Yeah, that was worth it. My thighs clench as I nod, keeping my expression playful. “You had the whole wide world of words at your fingertips and you went with Nightbreed. Do you breed people in the night?”
“It’s my favorite hobby,” he admits, his body leaning back like he’s making himselfcomfortable. “Nah, a guy can dream though, right?”
My stomach flips violently for reasons I don’t quite understand. “So it’s literal then, or at least would be. You’re not seeing anyone?”
“It would be if someone like you became my girl, but unfortunately for me that’s a dream too. I wouldn’t make these videos if I was seeing someone, my body would be all hers.”
That’s weirdly refreshing to hear, except for the part where it has me spiraling. If someone like me became his girl? Is that possible? What—
Blinking, I grin a little bit. “Funny, you didn’t strike me as a gentleman.”
“Oh, I’m not.” Something about the chuckle that leaves him makes me smile. It’s warm, inviting and familiar in a way I don’t understand. “Just loyal to the things I commit to. What about you? You got a man I should be worried about?”
“If I had someone in real life, I’d probably have better things to do than make necrophilia comments on a stranger’s thirst trap. I’d be making them to his face.”
He laughs a little harder this time. “Fair point. Oh, about that comment. I’m not intofucking corpses, but we can compromise with some somno. I have just the drug for it.”
Someone somewhere is going to watch this part of my documentary and call me a stupid bitch for not hanging up. I know that. I’d do the same thing. But this is just a fantasy, just a phone call, and something I’m almost too interested in.
Thank god Ronan can’t hear this.
“I’m not into it either,” I admit. “I was just trying to get your attention.”
“Well, it worked. You have it all, pretty girl. You’d be surprised at how many recycled comments were in that thread. All of them wanted it raw with eye contact, yet none of them have even seen my eyes.”
“To be fair, I brought up your cock and I’ve never seen that.”
I can’t see his mouth, but I know he’s smiling. “A girl can dream too, huh?”
“Who says they have to be dreams?” My heart beats a little harder as I slip off the couch, turn to face it, and prop my phone against the back. Slowly, I grip the bottom of my soaked shirt and lift up.
“Fuck,” he growls, sitting up straighter. “Those are perfect. I didn’t know you were pierced.”
How could he?
“I just got them a couple of years ago as a present to myself.” Blushing, I sit back on my heels, realizing I can’t see his eyes at all. For the first time, that actually bothers me.
“That’s it, though. I don’t even have my ears pierced.”
“No? Want me to show you my piercing?”
No matter where it’s at, it’s a part of his body he doesn’t show online. I’d be an idiot to say no. “Please?”
“That word sounds good on your lips, Atley. Say it one more time for me.”
He props his phone up across from him and leans back in his chair, his beautifully tattooed torso on display for me in crystal clear HD.
I take a slow breath as I watch him spread his legs, and decide that reality doesn’t matter right now. Nothing does but this. “Please.”
There’s already a bulge in his grey sweats, his wide palm sliding along it teasingly. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
He reaches inside and pulls himself out, stealing my breath for a moment. It’s long, thick, and curves to the right, but it’s the piercing that throws me off. It’s not on his cock like I expected, it’s just above it on his pelvis.
I don’t need to ask why. I can already picture myself grinding my clit on it as I ride him, taking that gorgeous cock so deep inside me I can’t feel anything but him.
“Is this what you imagined?”
He wraps his fingers around the base and slides up, snapping me out of my daydream.
