Chapter 22
Are you still there? What are you doing now? Are you fucking your hand?
It’s so hard to type.
I’m going to come just thinking about you.
Tell me how you want me to come.
I promised myself that next time we did it, he’d be in my arms. I wanted to stroke his face and kiss him while he collapsed around me, staring deep into my eyes, clinging to me, gasping for me.
Just keep thinking of me, Harry. Think of how it would feel sliding into me from behind.
I knew I was getting carried away, starting to act like this was a buildup, and we’d be meeting later to fuck. But I was too turned on, and the alcohol was drowning out any thoughts of the consequences other than both of us getting off.
I want to be inside you so badly. I wish you weren’t so far away.
I’m right here. Just close your eyes and imagine how good it would be to come inside me.
What are you doing now?
Another pause before the phone dinged again. It kept falling onto my hip every time I moved my legs. I adjusted my ass on the sofa and spread myself so I could get a better grip on my cock, but I wanted to make sure I could still see the messages as we fired them back and forth.
I’m squeezing my cock. I just want to come, but I’m holding back for you.
I nearly came the second I read the words. I had to rip my hand off my dick so I didn’t shoot all over my stomach and ruin the phone.
It buzzed again.
I feel so good. I want to be closer to you.
I wanted to come with him. I wanted to feel our bodies grinding together, releasing all over him, admiring his chest coated in me.
Fuck, I wanted to mess him up, tease him, make him beg for me. I’d give him every piece of myself and forget everything else that had happened earlier as I kissed him and tasted my name on his lips.
It was so fucking intense it felt like I'd been hypnotised.
My neck arched, pressing the back of my head into the armrest, my eyes closing to the image of Harry. Legs spread, his hand creeping past his balls to push a finger inside himself, his mouth open as he rode his own hand, trying to text me at the same time.
There was a long silence, but I was sure he was either almost there, or shuddering as he thought about how deeply he could drive his cock into me.
I imagined his face, just like it was back in uni.
We were both older, of course, but in my mind, he still had his chin tilted back as he cried out, ‘Dom, no, please,’ so beautifully for me.
I could make him come easily. I was already planning all the ways I could fuck him, or rather, get him to fuck me the next time we saw each other.
With another stroke of my cock, I continued.