Page 18 of Midsummer Phoenixes
Nice. Now your cock. Touch it. Just the tip tho.
I bit my lip and looked down into the sink. Texting one-handed was not my strength.
Amory
Yes.
Soyer
That good?
I paused, just so I could text.
Amory
Yes, it’s good.
Soyer
Good. Do you want to know what I’ve been doing?
Amory
Yes.
Soyer
I’ve been fucking my hand all this time.
I think you have some catching up to do.
Touch yourself, all of your cock.
And don’t be fucking delicate about it. I want us to cum together.
I’d been starting to masturbate halfway through reading his text. One of the things not being with anyone before Soyer had taught me was how to get myself off, and as it turned out, it wasn’t something you forgot.
I bit down on my lip harder, almost until it hurt.
Amory
Wish you were here.
Soyer
Wish you were here too. No, wish I were there.
To put my scent inside of you, all over you.
To kiss you. Rtghmmmn,.
Right now.
Those two words made me cum.
Halfway through, I threw my hand up, slick with my own precum, to cover my mouth and keep quiet. I shuddered. I saw colors, lights flashing and sounds going quiet until reality dared flood back in.
Soyer
