Chapter 11 #3
Yes
Fuck thats scarey
I will tho
Anything you ask
I’ll tell you
I like drunk Miles. Sober Miles is fun too, but this honest, confident side? I like it. It makes me feel good in a different way than his sober sunshine does. They touch on two different parts of me. My ego and my heart, I think.
Me:
Would you let me fuck you again?
I slide my pants down, freeing my dick and spitting into my palm to use as lube to stroke myself lazily as I stare at my phone, waiting for a response.
Miles:
You should come here and find out
Me:
So I can bend you over the sink and fuck your pretty little hole?
Miles:
Holy shit
Yes. Plese do that
I want you to do that right now
Come heere. Meet me
If I were home, I’d meet him, and I’d fuck him in that bathroom until he came all over that mirror.
I’d make him come so good he’d never be able to push me out of his mind, because that’s what I want.
I just want someone to remember me, and if it’ll take fucking him good, I can do it. I can do that well, I know I can.
Me:
I’m not in town.
Miles:
Tease!!!!!!!
I take another photo, this one of my hand wrapped around my cock, the bead of precum resting at the tip. I send it to him, no shame of who sees it. It’s just a dick. His friends can look if they want.
Miles:
????????????
I want that in my ass
Me:
Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll give it to you when I get back
Miles:
I want it now
Me:
How badly?
Miles:
I’m desprate and on the verge of coming.
Alcohol aslo makes me horny
And come reallyfast
Me:
Show me
Miles:
What???? How?
Me:
I’m going to video call you, but don’t say anything. I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers and let me see your dick erupt.
This is so stupid, but so hot. I’m sitting on my husband’s couch, sexting with a man thousands of miles away.
Something deep within me wants to keep doing it for that reason alone.
Like maybe if Franklin knew I was doing this in his house, it would get a rise out of him.
But there’s a much bigger reason as to why I want Miles to do this…
and it’s simply that I just want him to do it for me.
Because I enjoy seeing him submit to me in this way, doing what I want, begging for it.
I like knowing he wants me and that he’s not ashamed of showing it.
Miles:
Fuck okay
Yes
Me:
Tell me when you’re ready
The text comes in instantly, like he was waiting. I shut off the TV so I can focus. I don’t want to miss a second of this.
Miles:
Redy
I hit the button to video chat. The camera is already pointed at his hard dick when he answers.
I groan, biting my bottom lip as I see the string of precum dripping from the tip.
I hear his heavy breathing, watch his dick bouncing from the movement of his fingers in his ass.
Without me having to ask, he moves the camera to give me a not-so-great angle of that too, but I see enough to know he’s doing exactly what I told him to.
And it’s so fucking hot.
The camera shakes, his dick pouring more precum until it erupts, cum landing all over the sink. A whimper escapes him, and I squeeze my dick in response.
He switches the camera to his face. He’s so drunk, but so beautiful.
He mouths the words, “Let me watch you come.”
I move the camera to a downward angle.
“No,” he whispers, just loud enough that I hear it. “I want to see your face. Please.”
I switch the camera view. His eyes are dazed, but still bright.
There’s something in his soft tone that has my chest aching, and me doing exactly as he says.
I stare into his eyes as I jerk my dick, and it takes only a few pumps before I’m coming, too.
My lips part, brows furrow, and I groan deeply, trying to see the excitement in his eyes at watching me, but the pleasure overtakes me and it’s hard to focus.
I don’t miss Miles’ lips parting, his pupils dilating as he watches me in the most intimate situation one can be in.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says quietly and slowly.
“Yeah,” I agree, wiping the cum from my hand on my pants.
“Where are you?” he asks, his voice still quiet but not quite a whisper anymore.
“California.”
“For what?”
I blink, not sure how to answer that.
“Just visiting someone,” is what I say, not wanting to ruin this moment with mention of anything to do with Franklin.
Which is so fucked up.
But I shouldn’t feel bad for it. All Franklin does is hide me.
“Can we meet up when you get back?”
“I’d like that,” I say.
He smiles, biting his bottom lip. The way he looks right now… it’s making my chest tight. He’s so fucking gorgeous. There’s a bang on the door, and his head whips in the direction of it.
“Miles, come on out, baby!”
He rolls his eyes, bringing his attention back to the camera. “That’s Rudy. He’s my best friend, but he’s annoying as hell.”
“I can hear you in there, sweet cheeks. Open up!” Rudy calls.
“I should go.”
I should laugh. His friend sounds fun and sweet, much like him, only I don’t like the fact they’re there together and I’m here… alone.