Page 54 of Edging Coach
No gay porn. If there had been, I would’ve turned it on next. In fact, I threatened to. I’m now blessedly alone.
For how long?
I rolled my eyes.
Who the fuck knows? I think they’re watching something in Saffron’s room. Porn in Russian?
Interesting choice.
Which is why I don’t trust Hairs not to return at any moment. He’s got the attention span of a goldfish.
On behalf of goldfish everywhere, I’m offended.
I waited.
Shit. That was out of line?
But totally true.
I got up and moved to the window. I gazed at the falling snow for another few seconds. The dark of night with the pink of the halogen light cast an eerie glow in the night. Then I shut the drapes.
I normally love snow. It reminds me of my mom.
Shit. Are you okay? Do you need me to come over?
Jesus. More than you’ll ever know. More than I’ll allow myself to tell you. I shouldn’t be thinking of Mom. Or maybe I should. Maybe she’ll help me stay focused on what’s important.And that wasn’t forcing Jack to his knees and having him suck my cock.
Thanks for the offer. I’m okay. And, uh, Hairs.
A long moment passed.
I’d risk it. We’d have a legitimate reason. You’re having a rough time. I’m holding your hand. We could.
No, Jack, we couldn’t. We can’t.
I considered for a long moment. What wecoulddo. Oh, fuck it. Old school would work fine. I hit the button to call him on FaceTime.
His face filled the screen. “Is it wrong to say I wish I could giveyou a big hug?”
I blinked. “Don’t fucking make me cry. This is about me and what I’m going to do to you.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. But we don’t have much time. Strip. Then put your phone on the desk. Angle it so I can see the whole bed. You have earbuds?”
He nodded.
“Bluetooth?”
Another nod.
“Great. Put them in. I don’t want to be yelling.” And it had the added benefit of me literally being inside his head. No escaping me.
As he took time to get set up, I did a run to the bathroom. I pissed, washed my hands, threw cold water on my face, then brushed my teeth. So I wouldn’t have to fight Hairs for time to do those things later. Given that we were nearly at eleven o’clock, I just had no idea when he’d be back.
I slid under my covers, connected my earbuds, and snatched up my phone. To myself, I grinned. To Jack, I scowled. “Why are you not stroking yourself?”
“Because you didn’t tell me to?”
