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Me: I can’t. I’m not ready to meet yet. And how do you know I’m sexy?

GameOn057: I just do. Who said anything about meeting? We’ll do it here.

Me: I’m not ready to show my face yet.

That’s all I need, for him to realize he’s talking to Oakley Manning.

GameOn057: We can make it work if you want, but if it’s too much, we don’t have to, either.

My skin prickles, eagerness making me feel warm and antsy. I do want this, want whatever he’s offering, even if the whole thing feels weird and confusing.

Me: How would we do it?

GameOn057: We can start out with just jerking off at the same time. You’ll know I’m here with you and I’ll know you’re here with me. I can type some dirty words to you if you want. I can send you a photo if you want, too. If you’d like to send one back, you can, but if you don’t want to, I can wait.

I shift on the bed, my blood already rushing toward my groin. It’s wild to get hard just thinking that this is something we might do, just having GameOn057 explain it to me. That shouldn’t get my dick throbbing, but it really fucking does.

There’s no denying how much my body wants this, though. No denying my brain is saying, Fuck yes, do it, Oak. Have some fucking fun with him.

I get up, walk over, and lock my bedroom door, then grab some lotion from my bathroom.

I tug my underwear off, get back on the mattress, and pick up my phone again.

My dick is rock hard. I grab it by the base, hold it, and aim my camera.

Do it. You can fucking do this.

I want to do it. And I want to surprise GameOn057 too. I want to turn him on as wildly as he already has me. I’ve never even seen the man, don’t know what he looks like, but I want him, and I want him to want me too.

I snap a photo…and hit send.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Oakley

I just sent the first dick pic of my life.

Ree and I never did that. There was never really a point—even when I was on the road. While we talked daily, we never sexted or had any kind of sex over video call. I’m not sure why, if there was a specific reason or if it’s just not something we ever thought to do.

It’s not that I didn’t use to want Serena because I did; we just…weren’t like that.

I wasn’t like that.

Yet, clearly, I am with him.

GameOn057: Damn, man. That’s a nice dick. You’re really fucking thick. I’d like to know what it tastes like.

My dick pulses in my hand just looking at his words.

GameOn057: Get that precum on the tip for me. Taste it.

I stare at what he said, pulse accelerating. That’s hot as hell, him telling me what to do that way, GameOn057 wanting me to taste myself. It’s not something a lover has ever asked me to do, but then, I’ve only had one…one and a half? I don’t even know what to call Desmond.

I shut those thoughts down, not willing to allow myself to think about Desmond right now—Des and that deep, sexy voice that made me feel so comfortable during our one night together.

I rub my thumb over the head of my dick, collecting the pearl of liquid there. I hesitate for just one second, then two, before I’m sucking my thumb into my mouth, the taste of my arousal making my dick throb even harder.

GameOn057: You do it?