Chapter Eight #2
“Gods, Rodney,” I say, my voice breaking. “You sound so hot right now. I wish I could see you.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we should do that. Turn on your camera, Gayle.”
“What? Really? Isn’t this too fast?”
“Do you feel like it’s too fast?”
I pause, thinking. It’s fast but is it too fast? I don’t think so. It feels right, to be sharing this with Rodney. Plus, I’m horny as fuck and want to get off with him.
“No. I think it feels right.”
“Me too. Only you and I can decide what feels too fast and what feels right. Right now, I want to see you and get off together. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” I murmur, clicking a few buttons that will turn our voice call into a video call. The picture connects only a moment later, Rodney’s face showing up on my screen.
Fuck.
Rodney looks so fucking hot. He’s sitting back in his computer chair, his thighs spread like he was just palming himself through his pants. His cheeks are red, his eyes glassy, and his hair is a mess, like he can’t stop running his hands through the strands.
“I really wanna start barking right now but I’m holding it in,” Rodney says, leaning forward to better look at me on the screen. “Fuck, Gayle. Do you have any idea how hot you are? I wanna get on my knees between your legs so badly it’s making me throb just to think about.”
I groan, pushing my hand against my dick. Then, feeling bold, I open my thighs. “I would love that. You’d look so good for me, wouldn’t you?”
Rodney almost chokes on his own saliva, his eyes widening. “Fuck. Can I touch myself? Is that okay? Please say that’s okay, Gayle. I’m dying over here.”
“Take your shirt off first.”
“Only if you do too.”
Instead of answering, I set my headphones down in order to pull my shirt off, tossing it behind me.
I run my hands down my chest, down to my belly.
My fingers stop at the waistband of my jeans.
His eyes are glued to my body, taking in my chest and the tattoo that spans across it, covering my top surgery scars.
I smile when I notice we have the same type of top surgery scars, both of us forgoing nipples when we had it done. We match.
I love that.
“I’m taking my pants off too. Fuck it,” Rodney says, shimmying out of his pajama pants, leaving himself in just his boxers. I unzip my jeans, pulling them open but keeping them on for now.
“You look incredible,” I tell him, watching as a shiver runs down his spine. Gods, if my praise makes him react like that, I’m never going to stop showering him with it. “So good, Rodney. How do you like to touch yourself?”
Rodney groans and the sound makes me throb hard against my palm. I watch as Rodney presses his palm between his legs, pressing the heel of his hand against his dick.
“I love being touched,” Rodney says softly, his voice strained. “I know every trans guy is different but I like what I have going on. I like playing with my dick. I like touching my front hole. I like it all. Just don’t call it anything feminine.”
“Got it,” I say softly, watching as he humps his own hand. That’s so fucking hot.
“I hope this isn’t too weird but I did some research online about your anatomy. You’ll tell me what you like and don’t like, yeah?”
I nod my head. With red cheeks, I pull my jeans and boxers down. Then I scoot my chair back so the camera hits my torso and groin, showing off my cock for Rodney.
“Fuck,” he says, the noise punched out of him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Gayle. Holy shit. Your cock is so fucking perfect,” he says with a groan of pleasure. “I want that inside me like yesterday. I’m so jealous and so turned on at the same time.”
“I like my cock touched,” I tell him, my voice shaking. I wrap my palm around myself, slowly stroking my dick. Then I let my fingers wander down the shaft until I touch either side of my sheath, pressing my fingers just barely into it.
Being an ftm alpha means I have a cock that sits within a sheath when I’m not aroused or in rut. I’m not as big as a cis male alpha but my cock is still long and thick with a knot at the base when I come.
My breath stutters in my chest, a gasp escaping. “The sheath is very sensitive. My testicles are inside my body so you can’t see them. I have a front hole under that but I pretend it’s not there and don’t want it to be brought up or touched.”
“Understood,” Rodney says, nodding his head. “Gods, keep touching yourself. I could come just like this.”
“I want to see you. Please, Rodney?”
“Fuck yes,” he says, shimmying out of his boxers. Rodney places his foot on the desk, spreading himself wide for me to see.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss out, my breath stolen from me at the wanton display. I wish I could press my face against the screen just so I could take all of him in. Rodney is so gorgeous. My hand tightens around the base of my cock where my knot will pop. “Rodney!”
Rodney’s tdick is hard and pink, standing up stiff and proud, surrounded by silver hair.
I’ve never been someone who had a preference for what someone does with their pubic hair but suddenly, I’m a little in love with Rodney’s bush.
I want to press my face against his groin and breathe him in, right at the source.
Below his dick, he’s glistening with slick. My mouth waters.
“You like what you see?”
“Yes,” I say, stroking myself a little faster. “Gods, Rodney. You look so fucking good. I want to get my mouth on you so badly. Would you like that?”
“Gods, yes. I’d love to sit on your face and ride your tongue.”
I wrap one hand around the base of my cock, squeezing where my knot will pop, the other stroking the head, swirling precum against the shaft to make my movements more smooth.
I’m so turned on. Sex has never felt like this before.
It feels like I can’t breathe. I’m overwhelmed but somehow, I can keep going, keep chasing my pleasure.
“I want to taste you,” I admit with a whimper. “I bet you taste so good.”
I watch with wide eyes as Rodney brings his fingers to his hole, pushing two inside without any resistance.
My stomach twists with pleasure. He brings his wet fingers to his dick, swiping them back and forth over the hard nub.
His little whimper of pleasure goes straight down my spine. I’m already so close.
“I can’t decide what I want more,” Rodney says breathlessly. His cheeks are so red, sweat making his bangs fall against his forehead. “Which I want first. Your cock in my mouth or feeling it splitting me open.”
“Fuck,” I cry out, my orgasm rushing towards me. My knot pops against my palm and I whimper, slamming my hand as tight as I can. I tip my head back against my seat, feeling my cock twist as I cover my stomach with cum.
I hear a whimper and quickly look up, watching Rodney’s hand between his legs. He’s rubbing himself so quickly it’s practically a blur.
“I want to see you come,” I tell him, my voice coming out slurred. “Please, Rodney. You’re so good. You’re so fucking hot. I can’t get enough of you. I want to see you come so badly. Please.”
“Gayle,” Rodney murmurs as he comes, his thighs quivering as he does. His face morphs with pleasure and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. He closes his knees together, pressing his palm against himself as he twitches with aftershocks.
Fuck, that was so hot. I can’t wait to do that in person.
I grab a tissue from beside my computer, quickly wiping the cum off my stomach and tossing it into the bin. I’ll have to make sure to use some scent neutralizing spray in here before Calloway wakes up in the morning but for now, I focus on enjoying the afterglow with Rodney.
“That was intense,” I admit softly, smiling at the camera.
“Not too much?” I shake my head. “Good. It was really good for me too. Wow.”
“Yeah,” I say with a smile. “Not to ruin the mood by talking about my ex but umm, it was never like that. With him.”
“Really?”
“It was very mechanical. It felt good but it wasn’t overwhelming, not like it just was with you. Things with you, they feel so incredible, Rodney. I don’t know how else to describe it other than admitting everything just feels right. You know?”
Rodney’s face morphs into something achingly soft. He nods his head. “Yeah, I know what you mean, Gayle. I feel the same way.”
“Okay. Good. Awesome. Good.” Rodney chuckles softly. “I just,” I stumble over my words, “didn’t know it would feel like that.”
“That’s okay,” Rodney tells me. “I’m glad it was as good for you as it was for me. It’s nice, knowing we’re feeling the same, you know?”
“Yeah.” My knot goes down and slowly, my dick shrinks, pulling itself back into its sheath. “We should move to bed. I’m exhausted after that.”
Rodney grins at me. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Text me when you get to bed, okay?”
“Worried I’ll get lost?”
“No, I just wanna keep talking until I fall asleep.”
My heart skips a beat. We just had video sex but somehow, his soft words are what make me blush.
“Okay, that sounds nice. I’ll talk to you in a second, okay?”
“Good night, Gayle. Talk to you soon.”
I hang up the call and sit back in my chair. I stare up at my ceiling, unable to keep the grin off my face. If cyber sex with Rodney is good, what is it gonna be like when we’re finally naked, together, in person?
I can’t wait to find out.