Page 39 of Burning Ember

I opened the top drawer of his nightstand to see a bottle of lube, a silver cock ring, and a thing I’ve never seen before. “Uh, Thatcher, what is this black thing? I know the cock ring and the lube. What’s the other thing?”

He laughed, low and dirty. “That’s my boyfriend, Will—as in, he will get the job done if you relax. He’s gotten me through lonely nights, and I wanna share him with you, baby boy, so let him take care of you now. I’ll do it myself when you’re ready.”

I swallowed. “What is it? How do I use it?”

“It’s a Fleshlight. You coat the inside with the lube, and you use it to suck you like I’m going to do when I get my hands on you. I’d love to go out with you on Sunday. We’ll make a day of it, okay?

“Now, will you do me the favor of recording your voice while you use my toy and then send the audio clip to me? I mean, only if you’re too embarrassed to do it now so I can hear you. God, you turn me on to the point I want to bust a nut when I hear your voice. Have wanted to since I found you at the beach.”

Holy fuck! “You don’t mean that.”

There was that low chuckle I loved to hear. “Oh, honey, I mean it with everything inside me. Now, will you please grant me this one favor?”

My body was on fire. How the fuck could I refuse him? “Fine. I’ll do it and send the clip to you.”

“In my bed?”

I giggled. “Yes, you horny bastard. In your bed.”

“And don’t change the fucking sheets, okay?”

God, the man was persistent and kinky as fuck. “Fine. Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sweet dreams, honey.”

Thatcher ended the call, and I took a deep breath before I dove into his king-sized bed. The sheets smelled like his addictive balsam-and-spice scent.

Once I got over fanboying Thatcher’s bed, I picked up the toy he’d offered me. I found the on-off switch, then turned it on and put my dry finger inside to feel the sensation. God, it was unbelievable.

After a gulp of air, I coated the inside of the toy with the lube from the bottle in Thatcher’s nightstand. Suddenly, a sexy song started playing over the speakers in the bedroom.

My breath hitched, and I turned on the recording app on my phone. “Thatcher, if you’re recording video, I’ll kill you.” I could imagine him laughing at me in that deep chuckle.

I closed my eyes and pictured Thatcher’s handsome face. He was above me, sucking my cock into his mouth as I sank into the toy. I moaned. I twisted the device, more than happy with the vibration and suction, and I nearly shot off the bed at the sensation.

“Oh fuck, Thatcher. You bastard. This is fucking unbelievable. I want you to suck my cock the way this thing, uh, Will is sucking it. You’re too goddamn sexy for my own good.”

I continued to stroke into the toy and mumbled until I exploded into the device. It wasn’t anything I’d ever imagined doing, but knowing Thatcher would hear my moans and groans while he was at work had me flying while that fucking toy escorted me to heaven.

My heaving as I tried to catch my breath was caught on that audio clip, and I had nothing to lose. “Can’t wait for you to get home. I’ll be in your bed waiting for you.”

I turned off the audio and sent it to Thatcher before I slid out of his bed and went to his bathroom to wash the toy and clean myself up. I tried my best not to fall in love with that miraculous, toe-curling device. Why I hadn’t bought one for myself was a fucking mystery.

One thing that wasn’t a mystery was that my love was saved for Thatcher Emberly. I’d already confessed it when I was half-asleep.

I listened to the clip again, and my cock picked up steam at my moans and groans even though it was exhausted. I turned off the audio and rolled over in bed.

I hugged Thatcher’s pillow tight and drifted into a dreamless sleep. It had been an amazing night, but the morning would likely bring new truths.

The question of the day… Was I ready for them?

Chapter Fourteen

Thatcher

The obnoxious activity outside my closed office door caught my attention, so I paused the audio clip of Jordan getting off with my Fleshlight so I could assess whether I needed to intervene. I never should’ve started listening to the clip at work, even if I was using headphones.

I was anxious to hear him in the throes of passion, and with paperwork being a boring-as-fuck task, I thought it would give me incentive to get through it faster so I could get home sooner.