of getting carried away with Devin sounded amazing. I didn’t even care how I felt when I laced up my skates the next night. Something told me it would be worth it.
“I, um…” I cleared my throat. “That sounds like it might be worth being tired the next day.”
“If that night in your car is anything to go by, it’ll be worth nodding off at my desk.”
I laughed nervously as my cock hardened. “So no pressure, right?”
“None at all.” Devin shifted a little, discomfort flickering across his face.
“You all right?”
“Oh, yeah.” He sounded breathless. “At the risk of sounding incredibly crude, I know what I’ll be doing as soon as we’re done with this call.”
Oh my God. As if I wasn’t already getting painfully hard.
Before I could stop myself, I said, “Why wait until we’re done?” My heart went wild. Holy shit. Had I just said that out loud? Oh, damn, now things were going to get weird, and—
“You want to watch me jerk off?” The way he said it was laced with surprise, not disgust, and it sounded a hell of a lot like an invitation. The way his arm was moving, he may have already been halfway there, touching himself just off-camera as if he needed relief as much as I did.
“I, um…” I licked my lips. “Yeah. I do.”
His grin made my spine tingle. The camera blurred with rapid motion, then stilled as he—I thought—propped it up on his nightstand. He paused to peel off his T-shirt, which didn’t do a damn thing to calm me down, especially when he lay back against the pillows. His hair was light enough it was almost invisible on camera, giving his chest and flat abs a smooth look.
With one knee canted to the side, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I held my breath, blood pounding so hard in my ears I almost missed the subtle groan as he touched himself. After a couple of slow strokes, he looked right at me. “Like the view?”
I nodded, completely mute. I was surprised he wasn’t enormous like some of the guys I’d seen in porn. In fact, he was about the same size as me. Sweet—one less thing to be self-conscious about. Just knocking something out of the shit to work myself up over category let me breathe easier and get even more into this.
Not that I needed help getting into it. No porno I’d ever watched could come close to watching Devin lounging on the bed, stroking his own dick. He was hot, but he was also someone I knew. Someone I’d kissed, and exchanged racy texts with, and actually had a chance in hell of touching for real. If I could keep myself from screwing this up somehow, that could be my hand sliding up and down his thick shaft. That could be my cock, hard as fuck while he stroked it like that.
This wasn’t just a fantasy—it was a preview.
“I’m not gonna lie, Jase,” he whispered. “This is not the first time I’ve done this thinking about you.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah?”
He nodded slowly as his hand kept moving. I rubbed my own cock through my jeans. Not enough to make myself come, but enough to take the edge off before I lost my mind. I seriously couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. Maybe it was a good thing we were doing this on-camera—if we were in the same room, I’d probably go up in flames or something.
“Goddamn…” He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head fall back, and my God, I was fascinated by his throat. I wanted to taste every inch of his neck, run my lips over his collarbones, maybe bite his shoulder and see what kinds of sounds he made. Eyes still closed, he moaned, “Ungh. Jase. I want this to be your hand so bad.”
I couldn’t speak. I’d run out of air.
He furrowed his brow as he pushed out a ragged breath, and the muscles on his forearm stood out as he stroked himself faster. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah?” I managed.
“Uh-huh.” He was out of breath, and when he met my gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, I swear I almost came in my pants even before he whispered, “You want me to?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I do.”
God, yes, baby. Let me see you come.
Devin bit his lip and closed his eyes again, tilting his head back as he pumped himself a little harder. Then he arched his back, thrusting into his