you, I’d make a list of legit everybody I know and make Jackson run them down one by one. Besides, you just said you don’t know that many people, so how hard could it be?”
Day didn’t know how hard it could be. Could it be somebody from his gym? The laundry mat? The Chinese takeaway place? It made Day’s blood run cold to think he could be having casual conversations with somebody whose obsession with him ran deep enough to kill.
“Yeah. You’re right. How hard could it be?” he said, voice dull.
By the time Charlie and Wyatt left, Jackson was in bed, but the door was open and the lights were on, and he could hear Jackson pecking away on his laptop. Day stripped off his clothes, fully prepared to join Jackson in his bed when a much better idea occurred to him.
He went to his drawer and pulled out a pair of pale blue thigh-high stockings, a brocade corset of the same color and a pair of lace shorts that hugged his ass. He laid on the bed and grabbed his phone, opening his FaceTime app and dialing Jackson’s number.
It barely rang before Jackson’s face appeared on the screen. Day’s cock hardened the moment he saw Jackson’s gorgeous face and noted he was shirtless. “Day?”
Day bit down on his lower lip, letting his teeth slide over it before he purred, “Hi, Daddy.”
Jackson’s brown eyes widened, one brow hiking up. “Hi, baby. What are you doing?”
“Thinking about you,” he said, turning the screen so Jackson could see Day rubbing his semi-hard cock through his lace panties. “See?”
Jackson’s response was a low rumble. “I do see. What is it you’re thinking about me doing to you?”
Day sank into the pillows, pulling the phone back enough for Jackson to see the corset that stopped just below his chest, before pinching one of his nipples and moaning. “Touching me here…and here,” he said, giving his other nipple the same treatment.
“Lick your fingers and do it again,” Jackson ordered, his voice sliding over Day like silk. God, what Jackson did to him…it shouldn’t be legal.
Day did as Jackson asked, sucking in a breath as his nipples tightened into stiff peaks. “That feels so good, Daddy.”
“I bet you’d feel better if you slid those panties down just enough for you to show Daddy how hard you are for him.”
Day wiggled the lace panties down and his cock sprang free, already rock hard and throbbing just from Jackson’s few commands. “Now what, Daddy?” Day asked, holding his phone near his thigh so Jackson could see his erection and his face.
“I want you to jerk yourself off. Nice and slow. You’re not allowed to come. This is all for me.”
Day whined, his hips arching before his hand even closed around his cock. He bet Jackson could make him come untouched with only his words. Day fucked up into his fist, playing his thumb over his slit and rubbing it over the head of his cock, teasing the notch just underneath before coming back down. He could hear Jackson’s breaths and knew instinctively Jackson’s thick cock was already hard just from watching Day play with himself.
“That’s good, baby. So good. I want you to go get a toy from your toy box and get it all nice and wet. Then I want you to get on all fours and set your phone on the bed between your legs so I can watch you open yourself up for me. Can you do that, baby?”
Day bit back a moan. He’d started a game that Jackson was fully prepared to finish. “Yes, Daddy.”
Day found his favorite toy, a bright pink plug with a pink jewel on the base. He slicked it up with lube before sticking his ass in the air, his head on his pillow and his phone between his knees.
When Day pressed the tip against his hole, Jackson made a noise that went straight to Day’s balls, a low hum of appreciation. “That’s it, baby. Put it in nice and slow.”
Day pressed the toy in until it was about a quarter of the way inside before his body protested, and he slipped it back out before trying again.
“That’s it. You can take a little more for Daddy, can’t you?” Jackson asked.
Day moaned, pushing the toy a little deeper. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy.”
Day’s eyes rolled in pleasure, the combination of Jackson’s voice and the toy pressing against his prostate almost too much to take. “It’s so big, Daddy,” Day