Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Damon’s hopeful, but getting the finance side of things straightened out makes me feel better about it if it doesn’t happen.”
“When can you get to New York?” Noah asks.
“Not until the benefit. Can you come here?”
“I guess I can blow off work again.”
“Don’t do that,” I say.
“If I don’t, I won’t be able to get out there until Friday night, and the benefit is Saturday so there’d be no point.”
“You mean other than fucking for twenty-four hours straight before a dull, black-tie event where we can’t be all over each other in fear of someone taking photos?”
“I like how you think.”
An idea forms. “Hold on a sec. I’ll call you back.”
Shucking off my shirt and pants, I climb into my bed naked and then video call Noah. Nerves form in the pit of my stomach as I wait for him to answer. I’ve never done this with a guy. Well, there’s still a lot I haven’t done with a guy. I shouldn’t worry about this though, because it’s Noah. The nervous pain in my stomach turns to arousal when he answers the call with a wide grin.
“Why do I get the feeling my night just got a whole lot better?”
“Probably has something to do with my abs.” I pan my phone down my body.
“I’m thinking I want what’s under the sheet-covered portion.” Noah licks his lips. “Hold up, I’m running to my room.”
The image on my phone bounces with every step Noah takes until the point I almost suffer motion sickness by the time he gets to the third floor.
All I see is the ceiling of Noah’s room when he throws his phone on the bed, but then it moves again, and I’m rewarded with Noah’s naked body filling my screen. My eyes move over his hard torso and long limbs and rest on something else that’s long and hard.
My mouth dries.
“Are we really doing this?” Noah asks.
“Looks like it.” Pretty sure I’ve left the point of no return. Even if he was to cut the phone call off right now, there’s no way I’m stopping. My hand reaches for my aching cock.
“I can’t see what your hand is doing,” Noah says. “I mean, your face is pretty and all, but it’s not what I want right now.”
I grab a pillow and set it up on the other side of the bed from me so my phone rests against it, giving Noah the full view. “What do you want me to do?”
Noah bites his lip. “Where’s your famous toy collection?”
With a smirk, I lean over the side of my bed and feel around for the box I have stashed under there.
“Damn, that ass,” Noah whispers.
“Could be all yours if you want it.”
He moans. “You’re going to break me one day.”
“Was kinda hoping you’d be the one to break me.”
Something unintelligible comes outta Noah’s mouth, and by the time I find the biggest toy I own and roll back over, he’s stroking himself hard and fast.
“Haven’t even got to the good part yet,” I say.
“The thought is enough to get me there.”
Yet, he refused to top me when I stayed with him. I shake that thought away; otherwise, I’m going to be distracted, and distraction is the last thing I need while watching Noah get off.
His eyes land on the vibrator with the thick head. I purposefully chose the biggest one so he knows I’m not scared of having sex with him. He won’t have to be gentle with me. I may’ve never been fucked before, but I’ve found plenty of ways to get myself off over the years.
“Dude, even my ass is clenching at the sight of that thing,” Noah says.
I should come back with a funny retort, but my eyes are glued to his hand wrapped around his dick.
Noah breathes heavy. “Regretting not blowing off work and driving to Philly right now.”
“Regretting trying to sell my apartment.”
“I’ll buy your apartment.”
“Even then you’d have to wait two more hours to see me. Can you hold out that long?”
“God no. We’re doing this now. Pinch your nipple for me.”
One hand goes to my chest while the other makes its way back to my aching dick.
“Did I say you were allowed to touch your cock?” Noah asks.
“Oh, getting bossy now, are we? What are you gonna do if I touch it?”
“I could think of a few things. Maybe turn the camera away while I come so you don’t get to see it.” He slows jerking himself, and I don’t reckon he’s bluffing.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
“Fuck.” My hand stills on my stomach.
“Pinch. Your. Nipple.”
I still don’t know how it’s possible for someone to piss me off and turn me on at the same time. It’s a gift Noah has, and I can’t tell if I like it or hate it. I follow his instructions and get that shooting sensation down into my groin that I’m addicted to. It elicits a gasp from me, and a moan from Noah.