Fake Friends - Saxon James Page 0,31
voice goes husky as I wrap my hand around my erection and give it a solid stroke.
“Yes.”
“I’m holding my cock.”
“Fuck …” There’s movement on the other side. “What else?”
“You really want to know?”
He hesitates, but only for a second. “Yes, please, keep going.”
Well, phone sex isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but who am I to say no to it?
“Grab your cock.”
“Already have.”
Ooh, that’s a hot image. Tatted hands wrapped around his long dick. “Good, squeeze it tight for me.” I give myself a good few pumps. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”
His breathing is getting deeper, and if I had to guess, I’d say his phone is right next to his ear. It makes sense, not wanting this conversation overheard.
“It feels good,” I tell him. “So good. Are you still stroking yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I … I’m hard too. It’s … nrg, it’s been so long.”
“Are you leaking?”
He grunts.
“Tell me.”
“Yes …” His voice is so shaky it makes me wonder if I’m pushing this thing too far. We were just supposed to mutually jerk off, and then I was going to talk him down from a freak-out afterward. This is … screw it, I’m all in.
I slide my thumb over the tip. “God, I’m leaking so much. Hearing your voice, knowing you’re touching yourself, it’s such a fucking turn-on. Cup your balls. Squeeze them.”
He grunts again and I’m sure he’s following through.
I reach down and do the same. “Mine are so tight. My dick is throbbing.”
His breath hitches and I’d put money down that he’s close. I start to stroke myself in earnest, imagining him here, lying next to me. Watching those tattooed arms flex while he strokes himself. I can just picture his parted lips, his screwed-up eyes … running my tongue over his abs.
“Faster. Stroke faster.”
I can hear him. The slick of his hand moving over his cock starts to fill the phone, and I speed up to match the rhythm. I slam my eyes closed and picture him rolling over and covering my body, hand closing over my dick as he beats me off.
Fuck …
“I’m coming.” The words have barely left my mouth before my balls tighten and unleash. My cock throbs with each spurt of cum that hits my stomach and chest, and I stroke myself through the high.
Rhythmic panting fills my ear, and then Rowan lets out a low groan. It’s possibly the hottest sound I’ve heard in a long time, until …
He sniffs, breath hitching on an inhale, and this time when he starts to pant, it’s not the sexy kind.
That snaps me out of my orgasm high.
“Shit, are you okay?” I hurry to sit up, ignoring the sticky mess all down the front of me.
There’s no answer, but he hasn’t hung up.
I have no idea what’s happening in his head, but I can tell by the way he’s breathing that he’s holding back tears.
“This was nothing out of the ordinary,” I tell him. “You didn’t touch me, I didn’t touch you. We’re just two friends who jerked off completely separately.” Still no answer. And shit, I’m not qualified for this. Do I suggest he talks to someone? Will that make his issues worse?
And it’s not like he can have that kind of conversation in his tiny house anyway.
“Okay, here’s the plan,” I say, talking out of my ass. “Right now, you’re going to answer me. Anything. Just one word. I don’t care if you’re crying or whatever.”
“I’m not fucking crying.”
“Perfect, good talk. Next, you’re going to grab some tissues and clean up.”
“I don’t have tissues.”
“A shirt, then.”
He sniffs loudly. “Gran does the laundry. I don’t want—”
“Not for this, she doesn’t. Now listen. You’re going to grab a shirt, wipe yourself down, then pack a bag. You’re coming over, and we’ll watch a movie or some shit, I don’t know. We’re going to do something completely normal and basic that you’d do with anyone, and I’m going to prove to you that this doesn’t have to be weird.”
“Circus, I—”
“Nope. I don’t want to hear excuses. I’ve told you what to do. Now repeat it back. What’s first?”
I have no clue if getting my bossy on will help anything, but I figure he’s been listening to others for so long, maybe he needs a positive voice to take over until he can do it for himself.
“I’m grabbing a shirt. And wiping myself off.”
“Perfect. Just like after any old jerk-off. You haven’t done anything special. Now what’s next?”
“Umm …” His voice is starting to sound normal again. “A