Page 14 of Behind the Masks
“Me too, babe. I’ll grab snacks.”
She went to find food, leaving me to pick a movie, and the next time I checked my phone, I found a message from an unknown number. I opened it, finding a photo of a naked guy with a neon mask on, his cock in hand and his abs flexed.
I didn’t miss the tattoo on his neck that gave away exactly who it was.
Unknown: Miss me?
Rose: Does my brother know you’re sending me pictures of your cock?
I added his name to my contacts, waiting for his response. Maisie had passed out on the bed next to me, the movie still playing in the background.
Zack: It’s not like you told him about getting stuffed with our cum.
Rose: What am I supposed to do with a picture of it? Print it out and shove it up my pussy?
Zack: Just showing you what you’re missing right now.
Rose: Where are you guys?
Zack: At my place. Where are you?
Rose: My bestie’s house.
Zack: You should go to the bathroom and send me a photo back.
I thought about it for a second before slipping from the bed and sneaking to the bathroom, locking the door and stripping down to my panties to take a photo with my arm across my tits.
I sent it, getting a response almost instantly.
Zack: C’mon, show me those tits. Give me something good to look at while I get myself off.
He was fucking his hand right now? Over me?
Why was that so fucking hot?
I hesitated before pushing my panties off my legs and sliding a finger to my clit. It was tender, but the thought of him jerking off right now made me want to give him something really good to look at.
Once I got a foot up on the small counter, I slid two fingers inside and held the camera as best as I could, taking a short video and making sure to moan softly as I fingered myself.
I sent it and put the phone down, continuing to fuck myself and only stopping when my phone started to ring.
For a moment, I considered not answering it, but temptation got to me and I hit answer, holding it to my ear.
“Hello?”
His chuckle was deep, but his voice sounded strained as he spoke. “Don’t play cute with me as if you have no idea who this is.”
“How else does a person answer the phone?” I breathed, slipping my fingers back between my legs.
“Are you still touching yourself?”
“Are you?”
“Absolutely.” I could hear the grin in his voice, my fingers pushing a little deeper.
“Me too.”
“You felt so good on my cock last night,” he murmured, making me shiver.
