2. Luka
2
LUKA
I closed the door to my apartment a little too hard, the dull thud echoing in the dark hallway. I’d forgotten to leave a light on again.
Blindly, I ran my hand over the wall next to the door, searching for the switch. When I finally found it, I flipped it on.
The hallway lit up, the brightness jarring after being in the near dark. I blinked a few times to clear the spots dancing in my vision and dropped my bag on the floor.
Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz .
Ignoring my phone, I bent to undo the laces of my work boots. When they were off, I left my bag where I’d dropped it and trudged into my apartment, pulling my phone out as I did.
I had five texts. Four were from Dean, my best friend. Three of them had been there when I’d checked my phone after work, but I hadn’t bothered to answer him because I knew exactly what they were about.
The other was from my sister.
Flopping down on my couch, I kicked my feet up on my coffee table and opened the text from my sister first.
Jade : I just walked in on mom and eddie sucking face and I’ll never be okay again
The mental image of our mother kissing her boyfriend made me grimace.
I had nothing against Eddie, and he made Mom happy, but it was weird to see her with someone other than our dad.
Luka : gross
Thank god the odds of me catching Mom and her new beau in any sort of compromising position were slim. Jade didn’t have that luxury since she’d moved back in with our mom after being laid off six months ago.
Luka : maybe you can get him a bell to wear in the house so you know what rooms to avoid
She read my texts before my screen went dark.
Jade : something tells me mom isn’t going to go for that
Jade : are you home?
Luka : yeah just got in
Jade : Do you have plans? I’m meeting up with some of the girls at Prism in a bit. You should come. Danielle’s been asking about you
Luka : I’m going to stay in tonight. I’m bushed
Luka : and stop trying to fix me up with your friends
Jade : I’m just being a good sister and helping my big bro get laid
I grimaced again. My sister and I were close, and she was only two years younger than me, but talking to her about my sex life still gave me the ick. So did the thought of hooking up with any of her friends.
I’d prefer if the people I slept with didn’t gossip with my baby sister about the men they’d been with, thank you very much.
Just to emphasize my point, I sent her the unimpressed emoji, the one with straight lines for its mouth and eyes.
Luka : no, just no to all of that
Jade : prude
Luka : have fun
Jade : you know where we’ll be if you change your mind
Luka : I won’t
Jade : boring
Chuckling, I exited out of our text thread and opened the one with Dean.
Dean : where are you?
Dean : we’re at glenns
Dean : Elle brought some new friends and they’re looking for a good night
Dean : do I need to send out a search party? Where the fuck are you?
The last message had come in while I was driving home. I didn’t have much time before Dean started calling, which was his go-to when he was drinking and I didn’t answer his texts.
And I wasn’t in the mood to talk to Drunk Dean.
Luka : just got home from work
I went to put my phone on the coffee table when it lit up with another text.
Dean : so why are you there and not here if your off?
Luka : I’m gonna just chill tonight
Dean : what? Why?
Dean : did I mention that Elle brought some friends? Hot friends in case you didn’t get that
Elle was Dean’s girlfriend, or at least she was right now. They’d been going out for almost two years, but they were one of those couples who seemed to thrive on drama and were constantly breaking up, only to get back together after a few days or weeks. Then they started the cycle all over again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
They’d been broken up for almost a week when I’d talked to Dean yesterday, looked like they were back at it. For now, at least.
Luka : tempting but I’m gonna pass. I have to work in the morning
Dean : lame
Dean : have fun being an old man
I waited to see if he’d say more, then tossed my phone onto my lap when my screen went dark.
I’d known Dean since I was eighteen, when we worked on the same road crew. He still worked in construction, which was one of the reasons he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around my new schedule.
His days started at dawn and finished before dinner. At my old shop I’d worked mostly early shifts and had been off every day by five. Now I didn’t get off until after nine on weekdays, and I worked Saturdays, which he always had off.
That was one of the hardest parts of adjusting to my new job. The later hours were so far off from everyone else’s schedules that my friends were always out and having fun when I was just getting off work.
They had time to go home, shower, eat, and decompress, whereas I barely had enough time to get my ass in the door and sit down before they were at the bar or club or wherever else they decided to go.
I liked my new job, and I really liked the shop, but the hours sucked, and I was always being left out of plans now.
But that wasn’t always a bad thing. Especially when Dean and Elle were in matchmaking mode, which they constantly were.
I’d learned my lesson about hooking up with someone in my friend circle last year when I had a casual thing with one of Elle’s friends. Things were fine for a while, but she started to catch feelings, and she was less than pleased when I ended things. That had created tension between me and Elle, and also between Elle and Dean, which spilled over into my relationship with Dean.
Even though over six months had passed and Beth was with someone else, things were still strained. We barely spoke when we were out with everyone, and her boyfriend spent most of the time glaring daggers at me and making sure I kept as far away from her as possible.
It had gotten so bad that I dreaded going out if they were going to be there, and I’d been excluded from group plans more than once because the tension made everyone uncomfortable.
I had no clue if they were out with the group now. I assumed they were, but at least I wouldn’t have to find out tonight.
Letting out another sigh, I closed my eyes and leaned back against my couch. It had been a long-ass day, and I had to be back at the shop before ten.
A mental image of Zander leaning against the wall while he chatted with Devon flashed in my mind.
Dev and Zander were close to the same age, but they were opposites in pretty much every way. Zander was quiet and reserved, while Dev was outgoing and always had a smile or joke for everyone he met.
Seeing them chatting and laughing had been weird. Not because they were friendly, I already knew they were close friends, but because it was the first time in the three weeks since I started at the garage that I’d seen Zander laugh.
He wasn’t some buzzkill who walked around sucking the fun out of the room or anything. It was more that his reactions were always…tempered.
He smiled and chuckled, and I’d heard him huff out a few soft laughs at some of our coworkers, especially Jesse and Isaac’s antics, but those were a far cry from the unreserved belly laughs I’d seen today.
Zander was hot when he was just existing, but seeing him throw back his head and let out a booming laugh, his eyes crinkled and his smile wide, brought his hotness to a level I hadn’t been prepared to deal with today.
With a weary sigh, I tossed my phone on the coffee table and got to my feet. I needed to shower and get the lingering scents of the shop off me. Then I could figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my night.
And hopefully not think about my coworker and how much I wanted to climb him like a tree.
The shower didn’t help, not in the way I hoped it would. Instead of relaxing and enjoying the hot water, I’d spent the time trying not to think about Zander and ignoring my hard dick.
I was not going to jerk off to my coworker, but my damn dick wouldn’t go down, not even now that I was back on my couch and staring at the wall.
Zander was one of the most interesting people I’d ever met. He had a presence about him that commanded attention, but he was shy and quiet and an obvious introvert.
He was also gorgeous. Like, devastatingly so.
His features were strong and rugged with a straight nose and sharp jawline that was perpetually covered in a blanket of dark stubble. His eyes were the most incredible shade I’d ever seen, not quite brown but not quite amber, and his skin was golden, like he maybe had some Mediterranean ancestry or he spent a ton of time in the sun.
He was about my height, maybe a quarter inch taller, with wide shoulders, strong arms, and a trim waist. He always wore loose-fitting pants when we went out with the other guys from work, so it was hard to tell what his legs looked like, but I’d guess they were as long and lean as the rest of him.
Beyond his model-perfect looks, his most striking feature was his hair. At work he put it in a low ponytail or a messy bun, but when he was in street clothes, it fell in a long sheet that brushed his shoulders.
I’d never seen such thick, luscious hair on a man, and I’d spent more time than I was comfortable with thinking about how the strands would feel slipping through my fingers or trailing over my skin.
With another sigh, I let my head fall against the back of my couch.
I didn’t know what it was about Zander that affected me so much. I realized I was into guys around the same time I discovered girls, and I spent most of my life surrounded by hot, fit guys.
But something about Zander was different. Maybe it was because he was so different. I wasn’t used to quiet and reserved, and Zander had an intensity to him that was unlike anyone I’d ever met.
He hardly ever smiled, but he wasn’t grumpy or pessimistic. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, his quiet confidence was impossible to ignore. And when he spoke to you, he gave you his full attention and made you feel like the only person in the room.
He was also kind and empathetic, and he truly cared about people. I’d overheard him talking with both Isaac and Asa from work about their personal problems in the break room, and he had a knack for helping them come to their own conclusions about things and seeing multiple sides of the issue.
He was only three years older than me, but he had his shit together and had an air of maturity that made him seem so much older.
Scrubbing my hand over my face, I swiped my phone off the coffee table and opened an app I’d downloaded but had never used.
Kinksters was exactly what the name suggested. An app for people looking for others who are into kink. It was primarily a hookup app, and I liked that it was not only inclusive for all genders and orientations but also had extremely specific search filters so you could find exactly what you were looking for without wading through hundreds of irrelevant profiles.
It also had options for people who weren’t looking to hook up in real life and preferred to keep things online, and the built-in voice and video calls were not only encrypted but also had a filtering effect that helped distort voices. It was about as anonymous as you could get on an app, especially if you turned off the geolocation.
My thumb hovered over the screen. I’d filled out my profile and bio when I downloaded it, but other than taking a cursory glance at the search options and uploading a few pics, I hadn’t used it.
Maybe that’s what I needed tonight. I’d always wanted to explore sexting, but that was hard to do when I didn’t have anyone in my life I trusted enough to share that side of myself with. Even the few relationships I’d tried to have hadn’t gotten to the point where I’d felt comfortable enough to tell my then-girlfriend what I was truly into.
Exploring them on an app would give me a chance to dabble in a safe environment where I didn’t have to worry about who I was trusting. I could end things and block someone with the press of a button if they got weird. And if it turned out that I wasn’t as into these things as I thought, my secret would die when I deleted the app.
“Fuck it,” I said to the empty room and tapped on the search options.
My dick was still rock hard, and I wanted release. I’d had a crappy day and a shitty week. I needed to get out of my head for a while, and I really needed to come.
The first section filtered profiles by gender. I paused, my eyes zeroing in on male .
I didn’t hook up with men often, and when I did, it was either someone I picked up at Chimera, a gay club in town, or someone I found on Grindr. Those hookups were always quick, anonymous, and lacking.
Exchanging blowjobs in an alley or an impersonal fuck in a random guy’s house used to be exciting and hot. Now it was a lot of work for an orgasm that wasn’t much better than when I used my hand or toys.
Resolutely, I clicked on male. If I was going to do this, then I was going all in and searching exactly what I craved.
After clicking the no meetings filter, I scanned the massive list of kinks I could choose from. I didn’t know what half the words meant, and I didn’t bother looking them up. I could expand my kink vocabulary and wish list later. Right now I was sticking with what I knew.
I found the JOI, or jerk off instructions, option and bypassed the rest. It was probably best to keep the search simple for now.
My screen shimmered, and the first profile appeared.
I swiped left. The guy was hot as fuck with ripped abs and an impressive dick print in his low-slung sweats, but his bio was an instant turnoff. I wasn’t about to trust someone who had no issues writing that they refused to use safe words on a kink app.
The next profile appeared, and I swiped left again, then again.
After nearly a full minute of swiping left on every profile that popped up, I was ready to admit defeat and delete the damn app.
This was a stupid idea.
I was just about to exit out of it when a photo appeared on my screen, and I froze.
It was the same shirtless, headless torso pic that everyone, including me, used. But something about it was different.
The guy was in shape, but he wasn’t like the gym bros I kept seeing while I’d been swiping left. He was big with broad shoulders and strong arms, but his muscles looked like they were the result of a physical job and not a gym routine. His stomach was tight and flat, but he didn’t have visible abs, which I found incredibly hot. I liked abs, but knowing how much work they were to maintain, I preferred lean muscles over chiseled ones.
I couldn’t see his legs with how the photo was cropped, and it was missing the dick print that so many guys made sure was front and center in their pics. I liked that he kept that behind the paywall, so to speak.
The app didn’t allow nudity on your public profile. Users had to match with you before you could access their full galleries and the message option.
Tearing my eyes from his pic, I checked out his username and bio.
MrNiceGuy ~ I’m nice until you don’t want me to be. No meetups. No names. No limits.
It wasn’t the most original bio, and it didn’t really say much about him, but I kind of liked that. And I really liked that he wasn’t into meeting or exchanging details. I wasn’t sure what no limits meant in this context, but I couldn’t see it being a bad thing.
On a whim, I swiped right. Might as well shoot my shot.
My screen shimmered, then exploded in a burst of flames, leaving MrNiceGuy’s full profile in its wake.
He’d already swiped right on me?
A little flutter tickled my chest when I saw the green dot under his avatar was glowing.
He was online.
Biting my lip, I scanned the rest of his profile.
He was twenty-nine, and he’d left most of the fields blank, but that wasn’t really a red flag since I’d done the same.
I wasn’t looking for a partner or a date, so I didn’t see the point of writing down my interests or giving any sort of personal details about myself.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I opened his gallery.
More shirtless, headless pics appeared. None of the photos showed his dick, but they were cropped so his dick print was clearly visible under the fabric of his pants.
I liked that. The little bit of mystery was appealing, and it made me want to see more.
Mustering up my courage, I hit the message button.
Sinbin : hey
It wasn’t the most original greeting, but it was what I was going with.
The message was marked as seen a second later. I held my breath as the seconds ticked by. He was probably checking out my profile, the same as I’d done before messaging. Before I could get too into my head about what he might think of it, he answered.
MrNiceGuy : hey
I paused. I had no idea what I was supposed to say. How did people talk to each other on here? Were we supposed to chat first, or was he expecting to just jump right into the sexting? I should have thought this out better.
MrNiceGuy : your silence is telling me you’re either nervous or too busy checking out my pics to answer
Sinbin : the first one
Sinbin : I have no idea what I’m supposed to do right now
MrNiceGuy : I’m guessing you’re new?
Sinbin : oh yeah
Sinbin : you’re the first person I messaged
Sinbin : and the first profile I swiped right on
I cringed. I shouldn’t have admitted that. I was already making things awkward and weird; I didn’t need to add being completely inexperienced to the list.
MrNiceGuy : really?
Sinbin : yeah
MrNiceGuy : I’m honored
MrNiceGuy : what’s making you nervous?
Sinbin : everything lmao
MrNiceGuy : how about you give me some specifics and we’ll see if I can make you more comfortable
Sinbin : I’ve never done anything like this before
MrNiceGuy : have you wanted to?
Sinbin : yeah, I mean that’s why I’m on here
MrNiceGuy : is anything else making you nervous?
Sinbin : lots of stuff, but that’s normal for me
MrNiceGuy : being nervous?
Sinbin : not exactly. More just overthinking everything and worrying about things I don’t need to worry about
MrNiceGuy : like what?
Sinbin : well, I’m worried I’m fucking this up. That I’m not doing it right because I have no idea how I’m supposed to act and you’re going to judge me for being a pathetic newb
MrNiceGuy : you don’t have to worry about any of that
MrNiceGuy: in fact, I’ll tell you a secret if you want
Sinbin : tell me
MrNiceGuy : I *really* like that I’m not just the first person you messaged, but also that I’m the first profile you swiped right on
Sinbin : really? That’s not a giant red flag?
MrNiceGuy : definitely not
Sinbin : I’m less nervous now
MrNiceGuy : that’s good
MrNiceGuy : I have a few questions before we start anything. is it okay if I ask them now?
Sinbin : yeah go for it
MrNiceGuy : what are you looking for tonight?
Sinbin : I thought this was going to be a JOI…
MrNiceGuy : it will be. I just need some details to make sure it’s what we’re both looking for. Do you want to chat for a bit first and get comfortable?
Sinbin : yeah that would be great. thanks
MrNiceGuy : when we do start, do you have any limits?
Sinbin : limits?
MrNiceGuy : things you don’t want to do or things you don’t want me to say
Sinbin : um…
MrNiceGuy : do you have any trigger words?
I bit my lip, my thumbs hovering over my screen. I had no idea what he was talking about.
I didn’t even go to a restaurant without looking up the menu and checking out the parking situation first, but I’d logged in to a kink app without doing any sort of research? Either I was hornier than I thought, or I was so far out of my element I was about to make a fool out of myself. I was going with the latter option.
Sinbin : I don’t know what those are
MrNiceGuy : words you don’t want to hear. Anything that has a negative connotation or would turn you off
Sinbin : not that I can think of
MrNiceGuy : what about actions? Is there anything you don’t want to do? Anything you don’t enjoy?
Sinbin : nothing comes to mind right now
Sinbin : sorry I’m messing up
MrNiceGuy : you’re not. And you never need to apologize for not knowing or understanding something. This kind of thing only works if we’re both on the same page
Sinbin : I almost apologized again
MrNiceGuy : lol
Sinbin : you’ve done this a lot?
MrNiceGuy : depends on what your definition of a lot is
MrNiceGuy : I’ve had a profile on here for years but I don’t log in often
Sinbin : no?
MrNiceGuy : no. only when I’m in the mood
Sinbin : and you’re in the mood tonight?
MrNiceGuy : I am
Sinbin : what are you in the mood for?
MrNiceGuy : a JOI with a hot guy
Sinbin : you think I’m hot?
MrNiceGuy : are your pictures you?
Sinbin : yes
MrNiceGuy : then yes, I think you’re hot
Sinbin : you’re hot too
MrNiceGuy : yeah?
Sinbin : yeah
MrNiceGuy : are you hard right now?
Sinbin : no. I was when I was looking at your pics and messaged you but my nerves made it go away
MrNiceGuy : do you want to fix that? Or do you want to chat for a bit longer?
Sinbin : fix it
Blowing out a breath, I leaned back against the couch. This was happening. I was about to get off with a guy in real time.
MrNiceGuy : do you want to stick to text or switch to voice? I can work with either
I paused. Text would keep it impersonal, but voice would be a better experience. Fuck it. If I was going to do this, then I was doing it right.
Sinbin : voice
The voice call option in the chat lit up. I tapped it, my nerves back in full force.
“Hi,” I said stupidly.
“Hi.” He let out a soft chuckle. “Are you still nervous?”
Even with the distortion, his voice was low and smooth and way too sexy. I’d heard horror stories about the filters making people sound like cartoon villains, but MrNiceGuy sounded like sex personified.
“Is it that obvious?”
“A little.” He paused. “Are you okay to continue?”
His concern, and how he wasn’t just jumping into things and was making sure I was comfortable, helped soothe the last of my lingering nerves.
“Yes, I want this.”
“Where are you?” he asked in a sexy burr that had a slight rasp to it. If he sounded this good with the filters, what the hell did he sound like in real life?
“Home. In my living room.”
“On your couch?”
“Yes.”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yes. It’s just me here.”
“What are you wearing?”
I snickered. “Sorry. I just got a flash of some skeezy guy saying that to a scantily clad woman in a movie I saw ages ago.”
He laughed, the sound as rich and appealing as his speaking voice. “Not sure if you’re calling me skeezy or if you’re implying that you’re scantily clad right now.”
“Neither.” I huffed out an embarrassed laugh. “My brain is weird sometimes.”
“Mine is too. How about we try this. Are you wearing jeans?”
“Sweats. And a tee. Can I ask what you’re wearing?” I asked, my voice catching on the last word.
“You can ask me whatever you want.”
“Wait.” I hadn’t asked him about his trigger words or limits. Was I supposed to? What if I said the wrong thing to him?
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I just don’t know if you have any limits or trigger words.”
“I don’t,” he assured me.
“Is that what no limits in your bio means?”
“Not in this case. It means I don’t have limits for who I’ll talk to. As long as they match with me and want the same thing, then I don’t have any preferences about age, ethnicity, body type, none of that.”
“Oh, so it’s like on Grindr.”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Um, where were we?”
He chuckled. “I believe you were about to ask what I’m wearing.”
“Right.” I laughed, relaxing again. “What are you wearing?”
“Sweats and a tee.”
“Are you at home?”
“I am. I’m on my bed. And I live alone.” He paused. “Are you ready to start?”
“Yeah.”
“I want you to close your eyes. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” I let out a soft sigh and sank into the couch cushions.
It was easier to do this when I didn’t have to look at my empty living room. It stripped away the last of my self-consciousness and made me feel safe, like I could truly let go.
“Now I want you to picture me in front of you.”
“I’m picturing it.”
“Do you like what you see?”
I had no idea what Nice’s face looked like, but imagining his strong body in front of me was hot, and my dick perked up.
“Yes.”
“Rub your hand over your cock.”
I did as he said. The scrape of my briefs moving over my skin sent a shiver of awareness through me, and I was rock hard in seconds.
“Does that feel good?” he asked softly, his voice a sexy purr that hit me right in the chest.
“Really good.”
“Good. Now I want you to stroke yourself. Don’t pull your dick out. Just stroke under your clothes.”
I slipped my hand into my briefs and gripped my cock. “I’m stroking.”
“Are you hard for me?”
“So hard.”
“Are you leaking?”
“Yeah.”
“Taste yourself.”
I paused. Why was that command so hot? I had no issues swallowing, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t tasted myself before, but I wasn’t into cum play. At least I didn’t think I was.
“Is that too far?”
“No,” I said quickly. “That was just really hot.”
“Yeah?” He sounded pleased. “Then how about you go ahead and do that for me.”
“Okay.” I swiped my finger over my slit, then lifted my hand to my mouth.
My taste exploded on my tongue, and I let out an embarrassingly loud groan.
“Pull your dick out.”
Shifting on the couch, I slid my sweats down until my cock sprang free. “It’s out.”
“Now I want you to picture me on my knees in front of you.”
The faceless man in my fantasy sank to his knees. I spread my legs involuntarily, like I was making room for him to move closer. My pants pulled tight around my thighs, reminding me that I was alone.
Jesus, this guy was good. We’d just started, and I was already zoning out of reality and desperate for it.
“Do you like that? Me on my knees for you?”
“Yes.” I gripped my cock and gave it a long, slow stroke.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Describe it to me. Tell me how you like to be touched.”
“Um.” I paused, not quite sure what to say.
“Do you like a firm grip? Or maybe you prefer a soft one?”
“Firm.”
“Do you like having your balls played with?”
“Yes.”
“What about your ass? Do you ever touch your hole while you jerk off?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you like getting fucked?”
My face flamed hot. I wasn’t ashamed of my preferences, but it was a bit weird to be telling them to a stranger. “Yeah, I love it.” I paused. “Are you a…”
“Top. Does that get you excited?”
“Yeah. It does.”
“Good. Now tell me how you’d want me to touch you if I was there.”
“I’d want you to start slow.” Was that what he meant?
“What else?”
“I like when there’s extra pressure on my cockhead.”
“Mmmmmm,” he rumbled. “I like that too. Is that what you’re doing now?”
I nodded.
“I need the word,” he prompted gently.
“Yes. I’m doing that now.”
“I’m watching you stroke yourself,” he said. “Do you like putting on a show for me?”
“Yes.” I slowed my hand. I was already getting close. “Are you jerking too?”
“My dick is hard, but I’m not touching myself.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to focus on you. I’ll come when I’m ready.”
Something about the way he said that last sentence hit differently. It was darker, almost commanding. Like he was letting me know who was in charge.
“Now tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said.
“Um…”
“Do you want my mouth, or my hand?”
“Mouth. I want you to suck me.”
“Mmmmm,” he rumbled again. Jesus, that sound was hot. “I’m gripping your cock in my hand. I’m stroking you exactly the way you want. Does that feel good?”
“So good,” I moaned.
“I’m leaning over you. I’m using my tongue on you and teasing your cockhead. Do you like that?”
“Yes.” I stroked my dick faster but loosened my grip so it wasn’t as intense. I didn’t want to risk coming before he was done.
“Now I’m taking you in my mouth. You taste so good. Feel so good.”
I let out another embarrassingly loud moan.
“Do you like that?”
“So much.”
“Can you feel it? My mouth on your cock? Can you feel me sucking you exactly the way you like? The way you need?”
“Yes,” I mumbled.
It was true. Even knowing I was in my living room alone, I could feel the slide of a hot mouth around my cock with every stroke of my hand. “I can feel it.”
My head felt funny. Fuzzy, like the world was out of focus. Instead of freaking out, I sank into it. “Feels so good.”
“You’re so hot right now,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “Do you want me to finish you with my mouth? Or do you want to suck me before I make you come?”
“I want to suck you,” I said eagerly. Too eagerly.
“I’m standing up. I’m in front of you. What do you do?”
“I rub my hand over your dick.” I let out a shuddering sigh, the last of my trepidation gone. “Are you hard?”
“So hard.”
“I press kisses against it and run my tongue over it. Over your sweats.”
“You’re a cocktease, huh?” His tone was soft, almost affectionate.
No, that wasn’t right. Soft, yes, but I was imagining the affection because my brain was scrambled with good feels.
“Sometimes,” I admitted with a smile, my eyes still closed and my hand working my dick.
“Tell me what else you want to do.”
“I want to pull your pants down.”
“Then what would you do?”
“Use my tongue to tease you. Maybe lick up your shaft and run it around your cockhead.”
His groan was low and deep and so damn sexy I had to let go of my cock so I didn’t come.
“What else?” he asked, his voice less steady than before.
Pride mixed with my arousal, giving me an extra boost of courage. He was as into this as I was. “I kiss and lick your balls, play with them until you make me suck you.”
“How do I do that?
“You grab my hair and hold me still. I open my mouth, and you slide your dick into it.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, more of his composure slipping. “Do you want me to fuck your mouth, or do you want to do the work?”
“Both.” I held my cock by the base and gently rolled my balls in my other hand, needing the tease but not wanting to risk coming. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Yeah? How would you do that?”
“I’d move over you nice and slow. Use my tongue and maybe my hands.”
“Where would you touch me?”
“Anywhere, everywhere. Your stomach, your thighs. Your dick. Wherever I can reach.”
“More, tell me more.” His voice was commanding now, harsher and way too sexy.
“I’m looking up at you.” I resumed stroking myself. “Do you know what I’m waiting for?”
“What?”
“You to grab my head and fuck my mouth.”
His sharp gasp was the most satisfying sound I’d ever heard. “Fuck, Sinbin. You want that?”
The sound of my handle was a bit jarring. I’d almost forgotten he was a random on an app who didn’t know my name.
“So bad. I love when it’s rough. I want you to make me choke on it.”
He let out another raspy groan. “I’m doing that now. I’m holding your hair and fucking your mouth. Do you like that?”
“I love it.”
“I’m staring down at you. Your eyes are watering and your cheeks are flushed. You’re taking my dick perfectly, choking on it and making me feel so good.”
I moaned and squeezed my cock to try and stave off my orgasm.
“Do you like the sound of that?” he asked in that sexy rasp that was going to be the death of me. “Do you like being good for me?”
“Yes,” I said, dragging out the S as the world went a bit floaty around me.
“Are you stroking yourself?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Are you getting close?”
“ Getting close?” I huffed out a strained laugh. “I’ve been close since you told me to taste myself.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Are you ready to come?”
“So ready.”
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
I hadn’t expected to be the one talking, but I didn’t hate it. Knowing I was getting him off, that I was turning him on, was so damn heady I had to let go of my cock so I didn’t come.
“I want you to tell me to get on the bed.”
“What else? How do you want me to prep you? Do you want my fingers, or my tongue?”
“Both. I want it all.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He let out a muted groan, like he was trying to hold back. “What else?”
I resumed my strokes on my oversensitive dick. I was so close my balls ached and my dick throbbed. “I want you on top of me. I want you to pin me down and be in control."
“I’m doing that now. I’m pushing my cock against your hole. Are you ready for me?”
“So ready,” I choked out.
“I’m pushing inside you. You feel so damn good,” he said, his voice strained and his breathing fast. “I’m fucking you nice and slow. Taking my time and enjoying every moan and whimper you let slip out. I want to go hard, but I hold back. Do you know why?”
“Why?” I rasped.
“Because as much as I want to come, I want to drive you crazy first. I want you desperate and begging before I let you come.”
“Oh god,” I groaned, sliding my cock through the circle of my hand with little lifts of my hips.
“You’re pushing back on me, but I hold you down. Pin you to the bed so you have no choice but to take exactly what I give you.”
I gasped as my cock pulsing in my hand. I was so close, but I wasn’t ready to come. Not until he told me to.
“You’re so good for me. I want to keep fucking you slow, but I can’t hold out.” He drew in a harsh breath. “I’m moving faster. You feel so good around me, under me.”
“More,” I whimpered, half delirious with need.
“I’m fucking you hard,” he said, his tone almost as desperate as I felt. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m pushing back against you; I’m begging you to give me more.”
“Tell me how much you love having my cock in you.”
“I love it,” I said quickly. “I love having you cock in me. You fuck me so good.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, give it to me.”
“You want to feel it? You want me to come in you?”
“Need it.”
The line went quiet, but before I could worry about the connection dropping or if he’d ended the call, he let out a low cry. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
His grunt of pleasure was followed by another low cry.
I sat there, stunned, my entire being zeroed in on the sounds of Nice coming.
Holy shit. I’d just made another man come with nothing but my words. He’d come while picturing himself fucking me.
“Come for me, Sinbin. Come now,” he commanded.
My orgasm hit with the speed and power of a freight train. I might have said something along with my cries, but I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t focus on anything except how good it felt as I stroked myself through it, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.
“Sinbin.”
“Huh?” I blinked my eyes open, the room around me slowly coming back into focus.
“Are you with me?” he asked softly.
“I think so.” I drew in a breath. “My head feels weird.”
“Weird how?”
“Fuzzy. A little floaty.”
“That’s normal,” he said in a gentle tone.
“It is?”
“Yes. It’ll pass. Just focus on my voice and enjoy the afterglow.”
“Okay,” I mumbled.
He continued to talk, telling me how amazing that was and how good I’d been. I couldn’t really focus on what he was saying, but his voice was soothing, and I sank back into the lingering waves of my orgasm.
When the world felt normal again, I sat up and looked down at my spent cock and the mess on my shirt. I hadn’t moved it out of the way, and it was covered in my release.
A weird sensation of cold settled over me, chasing away the last of the good feels.
I’d just jerked off with a stranger over the phone. I’d shared one of my deepest fantasies, and it was the best sexual experience I’d had in years.
What the fuck? I’d logged on to get off and try something new. What did it say about my sex life that the best orgasm I’d had in recent memory was from jerking off with a stranger on an app?
“How do you feel?” he asked, breaking me free of my spiral before it could start.
“Not sure,” I said honestly. “Good, but also weirded out.”
“Why are you weirded out?”
“Because…I have no idea,” I finished lamely.
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Not really. No,” I corrected.
“Did you enjoy that?”
A laugh bubbled out of my chest. “What do you think?”
He laughed too. “Have you ever heard of subspace?”
“Isn’t that when you get all loopy after you get whipped or spanked or whatever?”
“Not just then,” he said gently. “It can happen after any kind of sexual encounter where you let yourself go. There doesn’t have to be any BDSM or even contact, just you allowing yourself to fully give in to the moment and give someone else control.”
“Is that what I’m feeling?”
“It’s hard to say for sure when I can’t see you, but I think so.”
“Was that good for you?” I asked, feeling shy all of a sudden.
I’d expected him to say goodbye as soon as we were done, and I didn’t hate that he was taking the time to talk with me. It made me feel safe.
“Amazing.”
His simple answer made me smile.