Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
I try to think of an appropriate response, aside from the stirring of my cock. I text a reply, a string of fire emojis.
I consider for a moment unbuttoning my shirt further after a gulp of my drink. I teasingly run a hand up my chest to the back of my neck, biting my lower lip, and take a short video clip of the action for Stef’s benefit. Then, with a certain resolve, I hit Send.
That’ll give Stef something to consider.
Flipping on the television, I aimlessly go through channels, restless. Late-night comedy reruns. Sports highlights. Films. Meanwhile, I try not to do mental calculations about what time it might be in New York through the champagne haze. Or what Stef might be doing right now.
Then my phone buzzes to life five minutes later. I reach for it.
Hot
You wanna see more? Cause I’ve got more x
Exhibitionist
You don’t know the half of it. Is that a no?
It’s a yes please
Right, then. I hate to delay giving the people what they want, so I video call Stef. It rings a few times before he answers, looking flustered. He’s in my black camp collar shirt from the night we first met.
“Excellent wardrobe choice.” I run my eyes appreciatively over him.
“I was out earlier, and I still had it and—”
“No complaints here, believe me. Shirts are meant to be worn. Except when you take them off,” I drawl teasingly. “I’d love to see that even more.”
Stef smiles, a little coy, the corners of his mouth flickering in a way I’m totally into. Obligingly, he unbuttons the top two buttons of my borrowed shirt. “I wanted to wear this because I think it still smells like you. Your laundry soap or whatever’s going on in your closet.”
“Mm, go on…”
“…and I guess I miss you. Even though I shouldn’t.”
A grin spreads across my face, basking in his attention. “Oh yeah? Tell me more.”
In return, I casually unfasten the rest of my shirt with one hand, holding the phone. Then, I pause long enough to lean the phone against my drink glass.
Stef stares, his attention rapt on me in a way I’m well into.
“I’m waiting,” I tell him.
“I… this is a bad idea.”
I lift my eyebrows at him in scorn. “What—you don’t like what you see?”
“No! I mean—yes! Oh God—”
Laughing, I thrill at his response as he goes a brilliant pink. “For the record, being called a god never gets old.”
Stef runs a hand over his face, struggling to regain his composure. He goes back to staring.
I run a hand from my cheek slowly along my jaw, down my throat, and lightly over my shirt, which falls off a shoulder. I run my fingers along my toned abs. An audible sigh escapes my lips as I imagine the taste of Stefanos hot against my tongue. I shiver.
His gaze is fixed. “Please. Don’t stop.”
I chuckle, low in my throat, and run my hands down along the front of my tuxedo trousers, where my cock presses firmly against the fabric. “Mm…”
Even over the video call, it’s a total turn-on to see him so riveted on me. “Go on,” I encourage, “take your shirt off.”
Stef fumbles with the buttons, hesitating a moment before sliding the shirt off his shoulders onto the sofa where he sits, wriggling out of one short sleeve, then shifting the phone to his other hand to free himself from the other sleeve. I’m rewarded with the sight of his sculpted chest.
“That’s the spirit,” I murmur. “Now. Everything else off.”
“Everything?”
“Yes. Everything.”
Stefanos licks his lips. He’s blushing.
I lift my eyebrows again, looking intently at him. “I’m not a patient man.”
He grins. “I’ve got to put the phone down. Just wait.”
“Put it down somewhere so I can watch. God, I love to watch.”
“Is that right?” Stef asks archly, putting the phone on a side table, leaning it against something as he rises. “And did I say this is a bad idea?”
“You did. Also: you’re wrong. It’s an excellent idea.”
At last, he unfastens his jeans, stepping out of them, then hesitates. He looks incredible in his boxer briefs, and he’ll look even more incredible out of them. I give a nod of encouragement.
“Keep going.”
I’m acutely aware he’s hardening in his underwear, and it’s a fantastic sight.
Meanwhile, I rub my cock through my trousers while he gawps at me.
I wink. After shaking his head, I’m transfixed by his cotton boxer briefs sliding along his muscled thighs, then disappearing from view as they fall onto the floor.
His erection is magnificent. I take in the sight of him: the pink head of his cock, the way he gazes at me, his lips parted ever so slightly.
“Touch yourself,” I command.
“And you?”
“I might join in. If I like what I see.” I give him a meaningful glance, and his blush deepens. Shifting back in my sofa, I part my thighs further to show off the strain of my erection as some inspiration.
“Jesus,” Stef manages, staring appreciatively at me in a way I could totally get used to if I’m not careful. And tonight, I’m fucking cautious too. He’s probably right—this is probably a terrible idea.
Also: I love terrible ideas.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I breathe. “I wish your mouth was here to suck me off.”
Stef’s starting to breathe heavier now. At last, he runs his hands along his stomach and down to cup his balls, and then his fingers find his cock. He shivers and chews his lower lip. “Mm.”
“Fuck.” I lean forward, fascinated. “Yeah, babe. Like that. Keep going.”
My fingers press harder along my trousers, tracing the outline of my erection, and I let out a sigh of unrestrained pleasure.
“Oh God, Theo…” Stef murmurs, starting to stroke himself more rhythmically. He shudders.
“Mm, we’re only getting started,” I tell him. “You like what you see?”
“A lot…” Stef confesses.
“You want more? You like watching me?”
“Yes. Oh yes.”
I unfasten my trousers, sliding the zipper down and pushing the cotton of my boxers aside to release my cock. My fingers run the length of me. With a languid groan, I arch my back. “Yeah…”
Stef stops and goes to full-on staring. “You should be illegal.”
“I am.”
It’s a thrill to see him so turned on, and my balls are tight, craving the release.
But I’m definitely not ready for this to be over so quickly.
All the tension of the last few weeks is taut in my body.
I close my eyes, leaning my head against the leather of the wingback chair, my dress shirt sliding down against the pull of my biceps.
Losing myself in the thrill of putting on a show for Stef, I imagine he kneels in front of me, ready to take me in his mouth.
Ready for me to do very bad things to him.
When I open my eyes, Stef watches me in frank admiration, cock in hand. A perfect sight. His hair is slightly messed up, pink-cheeked under his tan olive skin.
“Keep going,” I urge him.
He resumes playing with himself. “I’m not going to last long, Theo—I’m not used to—”
I lift my eyebrows at him. “Go hands-free, then.”
“What?”
“Don’t touch your cock. Touch anything else.”
He rubs his jaw, his lips parted in a way I’m definitely into.
“Suck your fingers. Pretend it’s me.”
“So fucking bossy,” Stef gasps.
“Keep going.”
He pushes his thumb into his mouth, putting on a teasing show of sucking his thumb, then his forefinger.
I nod my approval. “Yeah. Like that.”
He goes to reach for his cock again.
“I didn’t say you could do that.”
In response, Stef rubs his chest and abdomen, skimming his thighs and back up again while his erection strains to the sky. “You’re going to make me come anyway…”
“Fuck yeah.” I stroke myself harder, sitting up, spreading my thighs after I push my underwear and trousers down a little further. I lean my head back against the chair. “God, you’re hot.”
“I wish you were here…” Stef moans.
I groan in response, absolutely fucking riveted. He’s trembling, and I’m covered in goose bumps, and I don’t ever want this moment to stop. This thrill of having him greedily all to myself, doing my bidding.
“How bad do you want me?” I ask.
“Real bad.”
“Yeah… you’re so fucking hot, Stef… and don’t you dare touch that cock. It’s fucking mine.”
He whimpers in a broken way deep in his throat, and his body tenses in a way I’m fascinated by, watching the curve of his stomach as he sucks back a ragged breath.
“I’m going to—”
“Come, gorgeous. Fucking come for me right now.”
He sucks his fingers, while gripping his thigh tightly with his other hand.
Then, he spasms with his release, gasping hard.
His cum splatters against his belly, and I’m so into the fact that he came just like that for me, like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, hungry and seeking and wanting him.
“Theo,” he begs, touching his cock as it twitches. He shudders.
“Yeah—fuck—” With a strangled groan, I erupt all over my belly, track my fingers through it all, and then lick them lingeringly as he gawps at me.
“Uhhh, wow…” Stef gasps, collapsing back into his sofa. He keeps staring at me.
At last, I fold my arms behind my head, gripping the nape of my neck. I watch as he finds a tissue to clean himself up. My sides still rise and fall with effort as I continue to gaze at him.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I murmur. “You have absolutely no idea.”
“So are you. God, I wish you were here. Or I was there. Or something.” Then he screws up his face. “What’ve you done to me?”
I just laugh softly. “If you were here, I’d keep you up all fucking night, believe me… Consider yourself lucky.”
We gaze at each other.
I lick my lips, hungry for Stef and to continue where we left off. We’ve officially made our situation much more difficult. Well done, us.
When we hang up, I don’t know what to do with myself, and I spend a mostly sleepless night in a very comfortable, luxurious bed all alone—without him.