Page 58 of Playing With Fire
Shannon
I miss you too. Greg came home early.
It’s been a shitshow ever since.
When can I see you again?
I put my phone back in my pocket. Knowing he’s at dinner with his sister, I don’t expect a response, so when it pings almost immediately, I smile even though no one is watching.
Hudson
You and Serafina are welcome at my house anytime.
Shannon
Tomorrow then? Call me when you get off?
Hudson
Wait, I’m confused. Did you want me to call you tomorrow or when I get off?
*picture message*
A picture comes through of Hudson’s hand wrapped around his beautiful cock. I memorize every aspect of this picture before asking my next question.
Shannon
Aren’t you at your sister’s?
Hudson
Yes. I’m in the bathroom.
Necessary break from cleaning the dishes while Mon is upstairs finishing Ally’s bath.
Cam and I are quick because he likes to play with his blocks before bed.
Shannon
Let me watch?
If only he knew how desperate I am to be involved in this moment with him.
A second later, a robotic ring alerts me to an incoming FaceTime call.
I flip my phone to silent before pressing the button on the side of my phone to turn my volume all the way down and watch in awe as Hudson strokes his thick shaft. I send a paranoid glance at Serafina to make sure she can’t see my screen—not that she would understand what was happening, but still, live porn as an infant probably isn’t great—before returning my full attention back to Hudson.
I want to hear him.
I want to hear what it sounds like when he strokes himself. Is he panting? Moaning? Is he talking?
I push up from the floor and quietly shut the door to Serafina’s room and then turn the volume up as much as I dare, placing the speaker directly against my ear. Hudson’s voice filters through the speaker mid-sentence.
“…inside you. Every time I jerk off, it’s your face I see, Shannon. The way those decadent lips looked locked around my cock in the back of my truck today. You’re so fucking beautiful on your knees for me. And the way you swallowed every last drop…oh fuck, I’m close.”
I watch with rapt attention at how he pulls on himself, trying to learn the strokes he likes, if he flicks his wrist or keeps it straight, does he focus more on his shaft or the tip? As I’m watching, the need to get him over the edge fills every cell of my body.
“Come for me, Hudson. Will you let me see how much you want me? Please? I need to see it. I need to see you milk that perfect co?—”
