Page 32 of Edging Coach
He had not, after all, insulted me. Others, though?
Did you see that guy’s acne? I would never leave the house.
That girl’s tits were nice, but did you see the rolls of fat?
I would totally bang the chick at the front desk.
Yeah, I should’ve said something. But I didn’t want to rock the boat. I could curse him out in my mind.
Is he there? Is that why you’re being diplomatic?
Alone.
Fuck, I did not need to know that.
You can’t come over.
I know. I’m alone and you can’t come here either.
Fuck it. We shouldn’t even be texting.
I can’t let you go. I just can’t.
I hit FaceTime to call him.
He came onto the screen.
“I want you naked and in your bathroom in two minutes.”
I cut the call. Then I bolted for my bathroom. I was pretty sure his bathroom would share a wall with mine. But I wasn’t one hundred percent certain, and banging on the wall just didn’t seem like a good idea.Well, none of this is a good idea. God, I hated when my inner voice was right. I locked the door and stripped out of my pajama bottoms and distressed old T-shirt.
At two minutes to the second, he called me back. “Hey.” His gorgeous brown eyes shone in the crappy overhead lighting of the bathroom—identical to mine. Maybe the rest of his suite was more luxurious? Whatever.
“Are you hard?”
“Not yet.”
I cleared my throat.
“Not yet, Sir.”
I nodded my approval. “I want you to prop your phone on the counter and orient it so I can see your cock.”
“Yes, Sir.” With just a heartbeat, he had his phone on thecounter with the orientation so I could see the lower part of his abs, his cock, and the upper part of his thighs.
Holy fuck, that’s so yummy.
“Make yourself hard, Jack. Be a good boy and let your Sir see you get excited. You want to make Sir happy, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes.” He gritted out the words even as he stroked his cock.
I could’ve given him the option to use lube—if he had some—but I preferred a little friction for my bottoms.
Wait.
“Do you have lube handy?”
Three seconds later, a bottle appeared.
