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Relief is visible on my face as I glance at the bottom corner of our video call. I have never had many qualms about speaking my mind and expressing my desires, but with Alek, I find myself hanging on his every word in response.
“I have only had the desire to explore this withyou,” I admit.
The noise of a quick breath fills the empty space, though I could not tell you if the breath was mine or Alek’s.
“Well damn, let me get my explorer hat and let’s go,” Alek replies.
“Why would putting on more clothing help with this kind of exploration?” I purposely respond to his joke. One of my favorite pastimes has become teasing this man right back.
“What, you don’t want me dressed up? Don’t think the hat will go with the rest of my outfit?” Alek pouts on screen before trailing the camera down, and down, anddown.
Any quip I had planned flies out the window as I see gorgeous, olive muscled skin on my screen. His abdomen still glistens and whether it is from sweat or the copious amount ofglitter this man wears, it entrances me all the same. When the camera reaches his waist, I observe silvery straps of a costume across his torso, overlapping and connecting in intricate patterns astride his defined muscles. It comes to a conclusion worthy of applause, the lower straps of this godforsaken costume tracing the v—shape of his hips like a beacon leading to his cock.
“You are certainly lucky that I am not there.”
“Uh, I think that makes me the opposite of lucky, angel.”
“No. The costume would meet its demise in my hands, Aleksander. What I wouldn’t do to peel the bejeweled straps off of you. While I am a patient man, I promise that anything keeping me from your beautiful body would be torn to shreds. Do you understand, baby?”
The camera is still angled down so I get an eye full of Alek’s abdomen, but the man’s face is nowhere to be seen. Though, I don’t need to see his face to gauge his reaction. I note that his muscles are rippling quicker, his breathing sounding more rushed through the speaker of his phone.
“Fuck,I understand,” he groans as his hips shift upwards slightly, revealing the waistband of his black sweats, which graciously settles below the bulge of his covered cock.
“Now…” Moving behind my desk, I make a show of pausing as I sit down on my office chair. My phone rests on the bottom side of my briefcase, angling the camera so that Alek can see my leisurely recline. My thighs spread wide in invitation.
“Show me the rest of your pretty lingerie, baby,” I demand. Alek makes it easy for me to demand such things when he is so wanton and willing. The simple fact makes my head dizzy in the same magnitude that my cock grows heavy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ALEK
Torn.
Aching.It’s the word that comes to mind but I’m not sure that it describes exactly how I’m feeling right now.Desperatemight be more accurate.
For someone so new to this, Ezekiel is a fast learner. Smartypants has been fucking edging me this whole phone call. Not only did he pick up the call wearing the hottest professor wet dream outfit ever, but he also had to start talking about some of the sexiest shit I’ve ever heard.
‘dominant seemed to further awaken something in me’
He wants to dominate me and fuck I am more than game. If that wasn’t already obvious from the way my lingerie stretches against my crotch.
My hands fly to the front of my pants, quickly undoing the loose tie of my sweats after he asked me to show him the rest of my lingerie. Without much struggle, I manage to loosen the waistband and slide the sweats down my legs.
“Show me.” Ezekiel’s deep and gravelly voice has me looking back at the screen just in time to see him open up the buttons of his collared shirt.Damn.
Obeying, I lean back against my pillows and angle my phone to where I can still see him, but he’s getting a full frontal of my abs and silver—clad cock.
“It’s truly disarming how perfect your body is, Alek.”
I groan, my hand instinctively trailing across my hip and palming at my dick.
“Alek.” Ez chastises me.
“What? You expect me to keep my hands to myself when you’re telling me about the characters in your book fucking each other?” I reply, my hand still applying delicious pressure to my straining cock.
“I expect you to keep your hands still until I tell you what to do. And I certainly did not say you could start touching yourself.”
I whine in response but move my hand to settle back down on my hip. Instead, I anxiously toy with the straps of my lingerie.
