Page 77 of To Catch a Firefly

“Are you alone now?” I ask.

A hum.

“El, have you…” I don’t even know where to start. Ellis was a virgin before me, and those times we did talk about sex, he didn’t express an interest. “Have you watched porn?”

There’s a curious hum, followed by, “No.”

Oh, God.

It’s me. I’m the one who’s going to corrupt him.

I blow out a slow breath. “Have you thought about what you’d like to do? With me?”

There’s only a beat of silence. “Yes.”

My pulse spikes.

“Will you show me when I get back?” I ask. “Will you show me what you’ve thought about?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

Heat pools low in my stomach.

“I’ve thought about you so much, El. Even before we…” I lower my voice again, but Danil seems dead to the world. “Even before I knew how you tasted, even before I felt your lips wrapped around my cock, I thought about you. All the time.”

“Luck,” he croaks.

“I can’t wait to kiss you again. I miss that most,” I admit.

His sound is an adamant yes.

“Would you stroke yourself for me?” I ask quietly, shifting as my cock plumps. I’m not about to jerk off with Danil in the room, and certainly not in a common space, but that doesn’t mean Ellis couldn’t.

He groans.

“Is that a yes?” I check.

A hum.

Danil was right; I shouldn’t have assumed Ellis wouldn’t want this.

“Take yourself out, El.”

His bed creaks, and I close my eyes, resting my head back against the wall as my insides pop and light. A grin blossoms on my face as Ellis’s soft panting breaths come over the line.

“Are you jerking yourself?” I ask, even though it’s obvious. He’s not trying to hide his sounds.

He hums a yes.

“Are you still in your jeans?”

Another yes.

“God, that’s hot,” I breathe, adjusting myself. “I wish I could see you lying on your bed with your pants opened up and your hand around your cock.”

He grunts.

“If I were there,” I go on, “I’d give you my palm or my tongue, whichever one you wanted.” After a beat, I add, “Or my ass.”

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