Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
ZACHARY
I held my breath, waiting for Ford’s response to my dick pic. Ever since he’d said he was still up for phone sex, I’d been trying to find some time alone. And now I had thirty-three minutes until I had to be downstairs at the rehearsal dinner, and I wasn’t afraid to be late.
Ford didn’t text me back. He called me. On speaker.
“Hey, how was your day?” See, I could be considerate and not single-minded.
“Fuck my day. Are you still hard like your photo? The lube was a nice touch.”
I preened. I’d been particularly pleased with how shiny my cock had looked. “Oh, yes. I’ve been thinking about you naked.”
“Shit.” I heard sheets rustle. “Pretty sure this is gonna be fast.”
I chuckled. “I’m good with that. So tell me, did any of the women you’ve been with ever play with your hole?”
He sucked in a breath. “No. Is that what you want to do?”
“Among other things.” So many, many other things. “Have you played with it?”
He sighed. “No, just touched it a couple of times.”
“Fuck.” My hips jerked as I stroked myself. “I’d like to see you try. Maybe start with your finger. But I’d also love it if you wanted to watch me. I’ve got a huge dildo. I’d let you put it inside me. Push it in and pull it out. Then I’d get too impatient and yank it out so I could put your rock-hard cock inside me instead. I’d be so tight and hot all around you.”
He moaned. “Oh, fuck. That’s so....”
“I saw that monster you’ve got, Ford. I saw the outline of it when you wore my swim trunks. It’ll feel so good inside me one day. Every time I use my dildo from now on, I’m going to imagine it’s you filling me up.”
I was so hard it was almost painful. Damn, maybe after a few more rounds of phone sex, Ford would get comfortable enough to do this on video.
“Tell me what you’re doing, Ford.”
“I’m... I’m stroking myself. I like to give it a twist at the head.”
I did the same. “That feels amazing, Ford. I’m imagining you’re doing that to my cock right now.” My phone chimed with a text. One of the grooms no doubt. I forced myself to open one eye and check the time. I still had nineteen minutes. Excellent.
He sucked in a breath. “I’m getting close.” Perfect. Joel and Mateo would never know I’d almost been late.
“Think about how hot my body feels around you. Especially when I clench all my muscles and get so, so tight as you’re pushing?—"
He cried out, and I pictured him coming, his face fixed in wonder, and his cum spilling all over his stomach.
I followed him, my cock pulsing as I shuttled my hand up and down to prolong the orgasm. “Ford!”
We both took a minute to catch our breaths.
“Holy shit, Ford, that was incredible. How... I mean, did you enjoy it?”
He gave a short laugh. “Um, yeah, it was mind-blowing.”
I glanced at the clock, then I sat upright. “Shit! I’m so sorry, Ford, but I need to get to the rehearsal dinner. Are you okay? Will you be up late? I’d like to call you if I can.” I needed to make sure he didn’t regret what we’d done, but also, I really wanted to talk to him and get to know him better.
“Um, sure. Maybe text and I’ll respond if I’m still up.”
“Sounds good. I—I really enjoyed what we just did.” My voice got softer as I spoke. I wished he was here in person so I could make sure he wasn’t freaking out.
“Me too. Go to your dinner, Zachary. Have fun.”
I snorted. “Nothing tonight will be anywhere close to being as fun as our phone sex.”
We said our goodbyes and hung up, then I bolted out of bed and into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.