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)
“Damn it.” He breathes hard.
My gaze finds his, and his hand has stopped. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“About to come.”
“Can I touch myself yet?” I hope my voice isn’t as tortured as I feel.
“Prep that ass. I want to watch.”
I grip my cock and throw my head back.
“Nuh-uh. Just your ass.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
I reach for the lube on my bedside table. “No, I don’t.”
Noah’s eyes intensify as they watch me lube up my fingers and raise my legs, but then his brow scrunches. “I can’t see anything at this angle.”
Shuffling around so I’m lying horizontally across my bed, I hang my head off the edge and give Noah direct line of sight. It’s probably not the best camera angle, and vulnerability of being on display makes me pause, but all that goes away when Noah moans. Loudly.
A sharp intake of breath comes out of the small speaker on my phone when my fingers breach my hole and slowly work my ass. I palm my balls as my fingers move in and out of me, but I remember not to touch my cock. It leaks precum onto my stomach, and I have to resist the urge to give in to temptation to stroke myself. A few tugs and I’d be done.
“Pretend they’re my fingers,” Noah says. “I’m right there with you. On top of you. Inside you.”
I close my eyes, picturing Noah next to me. I can’t see him through the screen anymore, but in my head he’s right here. He watches over me as he continues to stretch my ass.
“If I were there, I’d suck you into my mouth while my fingers fucked you.”
The moan that escapes me is deep and guttural.
“I’d keep you on the edge of coming until you begged me to take that virgin ass.”
“I want you to,” I croak.
“Fit another finger in. You need to be ready.”
While I do as he says, I use my free hand to find the vibrator and slick it up with lube.
“You’re going to be feeling this for days,” Noah says.
“I’m counting on it.”
“Are you ready?” Noah’s voice is strained now, so I know he’s gotta be close. I lift my head and catch a glimpse of his frantic hand, and I wish he wasn’t so far away. I want skin on skin. I want contact. I don’t want to be doing this through a screen. “Do it now, Matt.”
When I line up the giant head of the toy with my ass, Noah’s breathing stops completely. I stroke myself with one hand, while pushing the vibrator in with my other. The coolness of the lube and sleek silicone makes my ass clench around it. The tight grip on my cock distracts from the stretching pain of the ridiculously large toy. I close my eyes again and pretend it’s Noah inching his way in.
“So tight,” Noah says, and it’s as if he’s here.
I can even smell his expensive cologne. Wait, that could be a sign of a stroke, right? My eyes fly open, but at the same time, I reach that glorious spot inside me my fingers can’t quite get to, and my dick leaks so much I wonder if I’ve actually orgasmed.
But no, the pressure in my ass and the hardness of my dick only makes me want more. When I turn the vibrating function on, blood rushes to my head, and not the one hanging off the edge of the bed. The constant pushing against my prostate has me breaking a sweat and gritting my teeth as pleasure tries to overtake my entire body.
“You look so hot.” Noah’s whispered words encourage me to hold off.
I want to come more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life, and I want to do it with Noah’s name on my lips, but I want this to last.
“I’m going to come,” Noah says.
There goes my plan of making it last. I lift my head in time to see Noah come all over his stomach and chest.
It takes less than three seconds for me to join him.
Breathing heavy and limbless, I can barely bring myself to right my balance. My head is heavy, and I have to move so it’s not hanging off the end of the bed anymore.
When I finally do and catch sight of Noah, he’s grinning from ear to ear.
“Think that’ll hold you until Saturday?” I ask. I nervously chew on my lip, because we were supposed to end this already. We probably shouldn’t have done that, but I don’t exactly have control over my actions when it comes to Noah.
“We might need a real-life repeat.”
“Count on it.” I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. “I should, uh, go get cleaned up.”
Noah laughs. “Later.”
Chapter Twelve
Noah
Noah: What’s your address?
Matt: Why?
Noah: So I can send you a fucking gift basket. Just give me the address.