Page 30 of American Love Story

I would never admit it, but I was hooked on the way hemade metell him what I wanted. He never let me hide behind my mask.

I had to tear it off for Easton.

Name each and every one of the things I wanted from him. I could drown in the things Easton made me feel. I could barely keep my head above water now.

Still holding the phone up to his face, he took the toy out of the bag. It was a black curved silicone vibrator, the head a lot thicker than the base. I could already picture the look of ecstasy when he worked it inside of himself.

“I want to watch your face when you fuck yourself with it.” I stroked my cock again as a shiver ran up my spine.

He sucked his teeth in response, while a flush worked itself up his neck, his eyes fixed on what I was doing. “Let me see it.” I didn’t have to ask what he meant. “I’ve been dreaming about it for months.”

The way his breath caught on the last word told me that like me, he was touching himself, too turned on to stay still.

The wickedness that only showed up when Easton was in the picture bubbled up and suddenly I wanted to play. “What? This?” I moved the phone up so he could only see my chest, and over the speaker I heard a frustrated groan.

“Two can play at this game, Professor Denis.” That last word was more a gasp, and just the sound of him getting revved up made my balls tighten. I tipped the phone up so I could see what he was doing. His face was totally out of the frame. I heard him though, and with the way he was humming, my own breathing started coming faster. By the time I raised the phone to my eyes, all I saw was Easton’s ceiling.

“I thought you were waiting to see something?” I asked, feigning confusion, and after a moment, he was back on the screen.

“Show me.” His voice was tight, like he wasn’t sure he’d get what he was asking for. What he didn’t know, what I wasn’t sure I could ever say, was that in that moment, I would have given him anything.

I licked my lips as I lowered the phone to where my other hand was busy stroking my dick. For a second, I felt foolish, my dick in my hand while I FaceTimed a guy I should probably stay away from. But the flames fanning this fire were more than I could contain. The pained groan from my tortured audience of one made me grin as I lifted the phone back up to my face.

“I cannot tell you to the degree that my mouth waters whenever I see your cock.” He sounded just a little resentful. “It’s Pavlovian at this point.”

I laughed as he winked and started moving his hand down his chest until I couldn’t see it anymore. He jerked after a moment, a moan escaping his lips.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked, just so that I could do something if I couldn’t be there to touch him. He nodded frantically and looked up at me.

“Yeah, I just brushed my finger over my hole. It feels so good.” He closed his eyes like the feeling was too intense, and I had to pull on my balls to get myself under control again, and practically barked the next words out. “Get some lube.”

He moved so fast he dropped the phone, but within seconds, his face was back on the screen. Those green eyes barely visible around his blown out pupils. That flush of red kept creeping further up his neck, and I wanted to be there. Run my teeth over that blushing skin and make him fall apart.

I must’ve been showing a lot more than I thought I was because for a moment, he closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. He shook his head once and a smile crept over his face. When he spoke, it was so low I could barely hear him.

“When you look at me like that, I can’t breathe.”

I heard myself say it before I had a chance to think about my words. “Look at you how?”

“Like that.” He lifted his finger and pointed in the direction of his phone, his eyes still closed.

“Open your eyes, Easton, I want you to look at me when I tell you what I want.”

He snapped them open and the hunger there matched mine exactly.

Ravenous.

“Get the lube on the vibrator.”

“But I’ll need both hands for that.” His chest was moving up and down like he’d been running.

“Do it.” I growled again, just to keep from laughing at how conflicted he looked.

“God, why do I find your toppy bullshit so hot?” he said flustered, as I lay there grinning.

That was the thing about Easton, I was different with him. Careless and careful at the same time. More focused on all the things that were going right, and not so worried about what could go wrong. It could be like that for hours, lost in Easton. He put the phone on speaker and set it down somewhere.

He came back, his face still flushed. “What do I do?