Page 23 of Sicken of the Calm
“Ok. Can I get off the bed totake them off?” I ask, and it’s a strange question, but –
“No,” Ezra says, almost harshly,and I nod blindly. I fumble with the phone, putting it on speaker and leavingit on the bed. I do as I’m told, twisting and arching until all my clothes areon the floor. I imagine Ezra watching me all the while, imagine him doing ithimself and – God. God.
“Ok,” I pant. “Done.”
“Good,” he says, soft as silk.“Are you hard?”
“Half.”
“Ok. Let’s get you the whole waythere,” he says. I move my hand toward my dick, but he cuts me off. “No. Yournipples first,” he says like he’s here watching me.
I use both my hands, one on eachnipple, using my thumb to stroke them before he tells me to squeeze them. I doit, hard, and a grunt escapes me.
“Good. Fuck. Use one hand totouch your neck. That’s where I’d start, with my mouth. Soft and slow, kissingyou with my lips before I use my tongue. You’d taste so good…” I can hear himbreathe. He must have the phone off speakerphone, pressed against his face.“But you like teeth, don’t you, Joaquin? Dig your nails in for me, baby,” hesays. Never in a million years would I have guessed that the word “baby” wouldmake me feel like I do right now.
I dig my nails into my skin,pinching my nipple with my other hand, and I moan, arching off the bed, almostdislodging the phone I’d rested on my chest.
“Good, fuck, you look so good,”Ezra’s saying like he can see me, and that’s the whole point, isn’t it? That’swhy it’s so good with him, because heknows.
“Trail that hand down, use yournails. I want you to feel me from your neck to your hip, want to see you allred and marked up for me. Do it hard.” That last order comes out in almost agrowl.
My nails leave a trail ofthrobbing heat as I rake them down.
“Do it again,” he says. “Becareful not to break the skin. Again. Again.” Each time it hurts more, it feelsbetter. I do it five times before he tells me to stop. “Rub the skin with yourfingers. How does it feel?”
“Hot,” I say, voice all chokedup. “Sore.”
“Bad sore?”
“No, no, good. It feels good.”
“Good,” he echoes. “Open yourlegs wide,” he orders. I do, and I must make one of those pictures Ezra wouldlike to take, all open and waiting for him. “Stroke the inside of your thigh,nice and soft. Just like that.”
After the pain of my nails, theiraftermath still stinging a low heat on my skin, this light contact is anunbearable tease.
“Stroke your balls, now. Squeezethem. Play with them like I would, Joaquin,” he says, and this touch is betterand worse at the same time. “I bet you’re hard now, huh?”
“Yes,” I say immediately. My cockis hard and leaking against my stomach.
“Do you still have lube?”
“Yeah.”
“Stop doing what you’re doing andget it. Put it on the bed beside you.”
The moment I let go of my nippleI notice how hard I’d been squeezing and rolling it. It’s red and sore andalmost inflamed. I don’t linger, however, setting the phone down whilst I leanover, yanking my bedside table drawer open with both hands and pulling the lubeout. I almost drop it in my eagerness, but eventually, I lay back down, lubebeside me and phone back on my bare chest.
“Ok, it’s – done,” I say breathlesslyas if I had to run around the room to get it.
“Good. Leave it there for now.Use your left hand to touch your balls. I want you to stroke your asshole witha finger from your right, just around the rim. Can you do that for me?” hesays. Heat goes through me. “Put a pillow underneath your hips first.”
I adjust the pillow and thenlower my left hand to my balls. My right hand is more tentative. It’s shaking.This feels more intimate, somehow. Something we haven’t done before.
“Go slow, Joaquin. I want you tofeel the pad of your finger against your rim.” Even through the distortion ofthe speakerphone, I can tell how turned on he is, and it feeds the heat in thepit of my stomach.
It’s such a simple touch, evenwithout penetration, but it’s electric. I hadn’t realized how sensitive Ireally am there, sending little shocks through me. I know the situation ishypersensitizing me, but it still feels like I’ve discovered something.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
