Page 8 of Chokehold
I almost snatch her hand back. Almost tell her to finish me off before she leaves.
My balls throb, and it’s all thanks to the asshole across the table, whose smirk remains in place as he picks up his phone. He types out a quick text, and then his eyes are back on me, a dark, deadly abyss I could drown in.
His mom asks him questions while I tuck my aching dick away. Blue balls are the last thing I need.
He leaves, taking his hard glares and heady scent with him, and I pick up my phone and swipe the screen.
No new messages.
My heart sinks, and I tap my thumb against the side as thoughts of my masked mystery man crowd my head.
I need a repeat of that night.
I need it like my next breath.
My phone pings, and I pick it up so fast that my stepmom throws me a startled gaze as she pours orange juice into her glass. My dad, who’s spent the last half an hour reading the newspaper, folds it up.
Unknown: Jerk that fat cock for me and send me a video.
“Are you okay, Blaise? You look flushed.”
Torn from my thoughts, I open my mouth to respond, when another message pops up on the screen.
My eyes home in on it like a missile.
Unknown: Now.
My fingers fly across the screen, and then, after hitting send, I scoot my chair back, offering Dad and my stepmom a smile.
Me: Not until you reveal your identity.
I’ve never fled a room so fast before without making it look like I’m running.
Unknown: You want to see me?
Locking myself in the downstairs bathroom, I plop down on the toilet seat as an attachment pops up on the screen. I click on it at record speed, then gulp at the photo of a veiny dick.
I honestly never thought I’d be into other guys’ dicks, but mine jerks a little as I lick my lips.
Unknown: Like what you see? Stroke your cock for me. Make it leak with precum.
“Fuck,” I whisper, unzipping my jeans with trembling hands and squeezing my hard length.
I’m so aroused it won’t take much at all.
I record a short video, then hit send before I can change my mind.
His response tingles my balls.
Unknown: Do you want to know what went through my mind while I pounded your tight throat?
Chest heaving, I reply to his text while a bead of sweat trails down my temple.
Me: Tell me.
The sound of slapping skin and my labored breaths fill the tense silence as I wait for his reply.
Unknown: Beg me.
