Chapter Sixteen #2
Sorry it’s so late! I got chatting with some mates from the gym and then got distracted when I got home. I had so much fun with you at lunch today. Wished it could have lasted longer =(
Noah
Me too, but maybe we’ll meet up again soon? Hang out just the two of us with no hovering friends or nosy brothers.
Spencer
That would be awesome! How about tomorrow? You can come over about six. I’m closing, and we have book club in the afternoon, so I’ll definitely be there until later!
Noah
I’ll be there x
Spencer
Awesome! Maybe we can have dinner? And then maybe watch a film? Or pretend to watch one ;)
Noah
I think that can be arranged. Maybe this time I’ll finally be able to kiss you.
Spencer
I hope you’ll do more than kiss me.
I let out a little sigh of anticipation, thoughts of what I could do to Spencer swirling through my imagination and dismissing my earlier worries.
I rolled onto my stomach, slowly grinding my hips into the bed as my cock started to fill.
The friction was just enough to make me want more.
I wondered what Spencer would do if he saw me like this.
If he walked into my bedroom and saw me facedown on the bed, humping the mattress while I thought of him, making myself desperate for more.
Noah
I hope so too. I don’t want to rush you, though. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or do something you’ll regret.
Spencer
I’m uncomfortable now ;) mostly because I’m thinking about you. Also because I saw this hot as fuck clip on Twitter earlier, and I can’t stop thinking about you doing the same thing to me.
I groaned, thrusting my hips harder against the bed as my mind went wild with ideas. I needed to know what Spencer had been thinking about.
Noah
Was this the distraction you mentioned?
Spencer
Yeah, it was.
Noah
Show me.
I waited, forcing my body to slow the roll of my hips until the friction was barely there. It was sheer torture, and the temptation to just give in to my desires and get myself off as hard and fast as possible was barrelling towards me at speed.
I groaned as two more messages came through—one with a link to Twitter and the second with a picture attached to it.
Spencer
This is what thinking about you does to me.
I clicked on it, knowing what it was going to be before it opened. I wasn’t disappointed.
“Shit,” I muttered to myself as I stared at Spencer’s erection. It wasn’t the best picture ever taken, but I didn’t care. It was as good as the fucking Mona Lisa to me.
Spencer’s cock was thick and slightly curved, a drop of precum glinting in the low light as it dribbled from his slit onto the swollen, red head. My nose was so close to the screen it was as if I thought enough willpower would make me magically fall through it and into Spencer’s lap.
Noah
Fuck! You have a really nice cock.
Spencer
Thanks! Can I see yours?
My hips bucked forward again at the request. I rolled over and scooted across to the edge of my bed to adjust my bedside lamp, shining the bright bulb onto the mattress.
Awkwardly, I slid my boxers down my thighs with one hand, letting my cock spring free and slap against my stomach.
I wrapped my hand around it before realising that wasn’t going to work for a photo.
I felt nerves starting to bubble in my stomach, but I pushed them away.
Spencer wanted to see my dick, and he’d already said he thought I was sexy.
Seeing my soft belly or my wide thighs wasn’t going to put him off.
Twisting my phone in my hand, I pointed it at my dick, taking a couple of shots from a variety of angles. They didn’t look as bad as I thought, and I dropped one into the message thread before I lost my nerve.
I stared at the screen, waiting for it to show me that Spencer had read the message.
His name appeared at the bottom of the screen, telling me he was typing.
I reached for my cock while I waited, trying to imagine what he was going to say.
But my brain couldn’t focus on anything other than watching his name. He was typing for a very long time.
A voice note appeared on the screen, and my curiosity swelled.
I grabbed my earbuds off my bedside table and slotted them into my ears before I hit Play, just in case Alex was somehow listening through the door.
The note opened with a deep groan that made my cock jump and sent shivers running through me.
“Mmm, fuck, Noah. That picture is just… Fuck, it’s really hot.
” Spencer’s voice had a low, breathless, needy note running through it.
The slap of skin on skin accompanied his words, and I moaned at the realisation that Spencer was jerking off to my cock.
“I’m so hard,” he continued. “I wish you were here. I’m so fucking hard for you.
I, ugh, I want to kiss you so bad. And I want to know what your cock feels like in my hand.
I wanna suck you too. Fuck, I wanna suck your cock so much.
I bet you taste so fucking good, Noah. I’ve never done it before, but I want to make you feel good.
Want you to show me what you like so I can make you shoot.
And I… Fuck… I want to know what it’s like when you blow your load in my mouth.
Would you like that? Would you let me suck you? ”
“Shit,” I groaned, my head rolling back onto the pillow as I arched into my hand, heat shooting down my spine.
I wished there was a way just to teleport myself into Spencer’s bed so I could make all his words come true.
I tapped a button on the bottom of the screen, turning the camera on and pointing my phone at my cock.
I held the button down, starting to film myself as I slowly stroked my cock.
“Fuck, Spencer,” I said, hoping either my earbuds or my phone would pick up my words.
“This is how hard you make me. I want you so fucking much. I bet your mouth would feel so good on me, and you’d look so hot with your lips stretched around my shaft, taking as much as you can.
God, I love how fucking enthusiastic you are.
It’s so… mmm, it’s so hot knowing how much you want me.
And yes, I’ll show you how to make me come.
Then I’ll lick my cum off your tongue, slide down your body, and suck you until you shoot.
I know you’ll taste so good in my mouth, Spencer.
Fuck, just thinking about it is getting me so close. ”
I panted and groaned, releasing my cock. It twitched, desperate for friction, and I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to hold off.
Letting go of the Record button, I hit Send.