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“Are you kidding?” He sounded as breathless as I was, and he shifted again. “Fuck, Tanner…”

“Let me see,” I pleaded.

“You want—” Something like panic registered across his expression, but it was gone flicker fast. “Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

Before I could insist he didn’t have to unless he wanted to, the screen blurred with motion. When it stilled, he’d propped it up on something, same as I had, and—

Oh, fuck yeah.

He was still dressed, just his shorts pushed down a little and his hard dick in his hand. My mouth watered at the sight. I hadn’t gone down on someone in ages, and I’d been craving that since the first night we’d fooled around. Watching him pump himself, I was almost surprised I didn’t start getting hard all over again. Was it Tuesday yet? Were we in the same damn place yet? Because I wanted to lick every inch of that impressive cock before he buried it in my ass.

And from the flush of his skin and the way he was already breathing in short, sharp gasps, he wasn’t far from losing it.

“God, that’s hot,” I whispered, surprised I managed to get the words out clearly. “Let me see you come.”

Isaiah squeezed his eyes shut, and his lips moved, but I couldn’t hear what he said. Probably cursing. The muscles on his forearm stood out as his hand blurred up and down his cock, and the tension building in his body was so plain to see I could feel it. He was getting close. So close. Now he was holding his breath. So was I, completely mesmerized by the sight of Isaiah nearing the precipice.

Jesus Christ, what I wouldn’t have done to be there with him now. Stroking him to that edge. Maybe nudging his hand out of the way and finishing him with my mouth.

Or lubing him up, getting on top, and riding him until he screamed.

I couldn’t stop myself, and I murmured, “I can’t wait until I’m home so you can fuck me.”

Isaiah’s eyes flew open, meeting mine on the camera, and then he was coming, thrusting into his own fist as his cum rolled down his hand. As he relaxed against the pillows, he panted, “Wow.”

I laughed softly, suddenly out of breath again myself.

Licking his lips, he met my gaze, and he sounded both dazed and winded as he asked, “Are you serious about that? Me fucking you?”

“You know I am. I haven’t been dicked down in way too long, and I have a feeling you’ll do itgood.”

His eyelids fluttered shut, and I thought he moaned. “You’ll be home soon, right? I didn’t lose track of the dates and it’s actually still two weeks away?”

“No. Two more games, and then I’m on my way home.”

“Thank God.”

Yeah, I agreed.

We ended the call not long after that. We were both shaky and desperately needed to clean ourselves off, not to mention get some sleep, so we really couldn’t linger much longer. I wanted to, even though I probably would’ve passed out after another few minutes.

“Get some sleep,” he’d told me. “You’re gonna need it. And I don’t mean for tomorrow night’s game.”

Not arguing with that logic.

By the time I got out of the shower, I was still wobbly on my feet. My head was still light. I was still grinning like an absolute idiot.

I put my phone on the nightstand again, this time facedown and dormant, and I settled into bed.

And I was out cold in no time.

Chapter 13

Isaiah

“Hey, Mr. Cole?”Oliver, one of my eighth graders, approached my desk as his classmates filed out. “Can I talk to you?”

I put down my pen and met his gaze. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

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