Page 87 of True Sight
Two days.
“Hello?”
“Hello there, love,” I coo over the line with a grin. I didn’t realize how much I missed hearing his voice until he answered. Some people say the American accent is terribly unsexy, but everything about Conrad is sexy to me. Even the way he says hello.
“Hey.” I can hear the smile on his face. “Thanks for calling.”
“You said you wanted to see me. Want to FaceTime?” I offer, sitting up in bed and looking around the hotel room I’m staying in. Ellie’s fiancé set me up in some posh hotel where one of his restaurants is. Who am I to turn down a free room? I wish more than anything that he was here to share it with me.
“Yeah, I just got home from walking Annie, hold on.” Ihear shuffling noises on the other end of the line and then my phone starts to ring with a FaceTime request. I click the button to accept his call and I’m met with the image of him lying in bed without a shirt on.
“That’show you went and walked Annie?” I challenge, raising a contemptuous brow at him.
“No, this is how I answer a FaceTime from my boyfriend who I haven’t seen in a few days. You want me to put my shirt back on? ‘Cause I will, let me just?—”
“No, no, that’s okay,” I hurry out as he leans out of frame and starts to rifle around. When he leans back into frame his lips are pulled back into an evil grin.
“Don’t look at me that way, it’s not fair.”
“I’m not allowed to look at you?” He tries to act coy but I don’t buy it.
“Not like your dick is hard and you’re getting yourself off without me, you’re not.”
“Who says I’m not doing exactly that?” He looks at me out of the corner of his eye and I hear myself gasp.He wouldn’t call me for an international booty call, would he? Only one way to find out for sure.
“Show me,” I demand, half expecting him to say no.
Instead he says nothing and flips his camera around to show me his shorts. His hand is tucked underneath them and I can tell he’s touching himself, massaging the hard bulge that’s only growing at his touch.
“Oh.” It’s the only thing I can think to say when he not so gracefully gives me a peak of his tip with the turning of his wrist. What he tries to play off as a simple mistake I know was meant to be an intentional tease.
“That’s all you have to say?Oh?” His voice comes over the line husky and low. I can’t see his face since he’s pointingthe camera away from him still but with each turn of his wrist I get another glimpse of his hard length.
“Use your words, sweets. Tell me what you want. I know what I want and it’s you. But unfortunately for me, you’re on the other side of the world right now so I’m going to have to make do.” He breathes heavily into the phone and strokes himself harder. Without meaning to, a moan escapes from my own lips at the sight of him getting himself off. “Help me make do without you.”
“Show me more,” I sigh, sliding myself down on the bed so I’m lying flat with my head leaning against the headboard. He isn’t the only one who has wants.
He does as I ask and tips the waistband of his shorts down with his hand, allowing his cock to spring free. He’s hard and standing at attention and I wish more than anything I was lying next to him in bed being the obedient bottom I love to be. I lick my lips and start to breathe a little deeper as he pushes and pulls the skin of his cock back and forth. Everytime he moans, I get a little harder on my side of the world.
“Close your eyes, pretend like I’m there with you,” I urge. If I’m not able to get on my knees in front of him like I want to, I’ll talk him through it as if I am.
“They’re closed,” he sighs. Without being able to see him, I’m going to have to take his word for it, so I continue.
“God you’re so hard for me,” I moan into the phone, bringing my hand to my dick which is stiff and needy. My hand starts to do its work while I continue to talk. “Do you know how bad I wish I could ride you right now?”
“How much?” he groans, his hand slowing down as he thinks about it to extend the pleasure as long as possible.
“More than anything. There’s nothing more I would love to be doing right now than riding you and letting you sinkyourself all the way inside of me.” His breath hitches in his throat and I know I’m giving him what he needs.
“That’s because you’re just a little slut for me, aren’t you? You like it when I spread you wide and stretch you?”
“God,yes.” It is my turn to groan. My eyes close for a brief second so I can imagine it better.
“You better be touching yourself,” his voice demands breathlessly.
“I am. Sorry I’m not taking a video of it like you asked.”
“Show me.”
