Chapter 15 #3
“Fuuuck, yes,” I groan, running my thumb over my crown and pumping my cock like it owes me money.
“Why do I like you calling me that?” I can't help the quiet question slipping from my lips, despite my desire to keep it to myself. I bite my lip as soon as it’s out, wishing I could take it back… until he answers.
“Because you know I mean it differently than you’ve ever heard it, don't you?” he asks, and that command is back. “Now tell me the rest as you stroke your cock for me.”
My cock pulses, and I squeeze the tip and shove it down to keep from coming right then. My dick throbs in my hand. Oh, holy shit, I like that. “You made me nearly lose it with that one. Careful, this will be short-lived if you boss me around with that growly drawl,” I tell him.
“You wanna be bossed around, City Boy?” he asks with a note of interest. “Are you in your bedroom?”
“Yeah, I’m on my bed,” I answer quickly, anticipation thrumming through me for whatever he has planned. It sounds like he wants to take this further. My heart is racing, hands shaking, and adrenaline coursing through me at the very possibility. I kick off my shorts to widen my legs.
“FaceTime me so I can see you. Put the phone against your headboard. Get on your knees, ass on your heels. I want to see how heavy your balls are and how you handle your cock when you’re talking to me.”
My hand stutters and stops stroking my cock that’s throbbing at his filthy suggestions.
Can I do that? It’s one thing to talk to him through the phone, telling him my dirty, body-wash-fueled fantasies without seeing his face.
If I video call him, he’ll see everything.
The thought has my cock jumping with need, and apparently, more of me is on board than I expected.
“You want to see me?” I ask, feeling a bit shy. “What about you? Will you let me watch, too?”
“Fair’s fair,” he growls. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
I pick up the phone and hit the FaceTime button before I can talk myself out of it because I do want to see what Tucker’s working with.
My fantasies have been vague in that aspect.
When the call connects, I see Tucker’s face and shoulders.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his right shoulder bunches and moves slowly, telling me he’s still stroking himself.
I smile with a hint of embarrassment because this is weird as hell, but a thrill runs through me anyway, and I like that he’s watching.
I roll to my knees on the bed, putting the phone against the headboard like he told me, and sit back on my heels, knees spread.
“Like this?” I ask, cupping my balls and tugging as my cock eagerly bobs out away from my body, precum slicking the tip.
His eyes are riveted on me through the screen as he groans. “Just. Like. That. You’re such a good boy for me, like I knew you’d be.”
I drop my head back on my shoulders with a groan and move my hand to my cock, pumping to his praise. I have no words for how good that made me feel.
“Now, you’ve told me about the first time, I want to know about any others.”
I lift my head and meet his eyes again. “You said I could see you. It’s not fair if I’m the one putting it all on display right now. I feel vulnerable, Country Boy,” I tease, bringing my other hand forward to help hide the goods from his view.
“You’re right, I did say that. Look at you, already comfortable stroking your cock with another man watching and asking him to do the same. You really are a temptation of the highest order. I’m going to have to be careful with you, aren't I?” he adds quietly.
He tilts his head and eyes me for a moment before he slowly puts the phone down in front of him and leans back, putting his cock on display for me.
I suck in a breath and nearly bite my tongue off when I see him stroke up and down the thick length.
He’s proportional to his size, so it’s hard to tell just how big he is, but his large hand can move up and down his shaft with room to play, so he’s plenty big.
I bite my lip as I watch, transfixed by the movement, syncing my hand to his.
“Speak, Sebastian,” he growls, and my cock jumps, wanting to obey and be his good boy. Holy fuck, where’d that thought come from, and why do I like it? I shake my head and laugh.
“You want me to bark for you now, Tucker?” I ask, and he laughs too.
“You don't have to bark, but I wouldn’t mind if you crawled on your knees for me. Now stop procrastinating and tell me how you fantasize about me.”
Okaaay, that’s another mental image I have to store away because now I’m going to think about crawling to him. When I catch Tucker’s eyes, he’s demanding, and it’s sexy as fuck, so I have to obey.
“It happened again when I left and showered after staying over at your house. This time, you had me pressed into the shower wall, jacking my cock with one hand while you played with my ass with the other. I was slippery with body wash, and your fingers slid right into my crack, and you had me begging for more,” I groan as I remember each frame of the fantasy, my dick sloppy with precum as I slowly stroke up and down my shaft the way he did.
“Other hand on your balls. Pull on them and let me see,” Tucker pants out, drawing my eyes to the small screen of my phone.
I wish it were bigger so I could see everything he’s doing, but what I can see is plenty and has me groaning as I follow his instructions.
“Tell me more, Sebastian. I want it all before you come.”
“Jesus. Keep that up, and I’ll be spilling into my hand now,” I moan, my head falling forward as I squeeze my balls and slide my palm faster.
“Yesterday, I couldn't stop myself from going further.” I look him in the eye and watch as his hand speeds up, his lip caught in his teeth.
He likes it when I talk him through every part of my shower time sessions in detail.
“This time, I had you against the wall, my cock between your ass cheeks. You have a really nice ass,” I admit with a breathless exhalation that makes him growl low in his throat.
“Every thrust against you made me harder. You kept whimpering for me. Do you whimper, Tucker?”
“Only if you’re really good and tell me the rest. Then I’ll whimper for you, Big Daddy.”
I shuttle my fist faster and feel my release tingling down my spine and tightening my balls.
“I had my hands on your hips, pulling you against my cock, sliding between those cheeks as you whimpered and begged me to fuck you. With one shift, a new angle, I was pushing inside, and you felt like heaven. I didn't even get all the way in before I was coming because you squeezed the hell out of me. I had to grab your cock and make you feel as good as I felt. Now come for me because I’m about to lose it, and I want to see if I imagined your face correctly when you fell apart.”
“God fucking damn,” he groans, his hand slowing as his cock swells and cum spills over his fingers. Then he fucking whimpers, and I’m done.
“That’s it,” I growl, as pulse after pulse of cum hits my stomach and chest while I pant and stare at the screen where Tucker is slowly stroking out the last of his release.
His head falls back as his chest heaves. “That was incredible, and I’m spent. You did so good for me.”
Warmth fills me as I slowly resurface from my orgasm haze.
“You look just as hot when you come as I imagined, and that whimpering was everything I wanted. Thanks for doing this with me.” I’m not sure if that’s the right protocol for ending a FaceTime mutual masturbation session, but surely it’s appropriate to thank the person who just made you come really hard.
“I should be the one thanking you for starting this.” He shakes his head with a look of wonder on his face. “Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine or expect this would ever happen.”
“I assume you don't mind me fantasizing about what I wanna do to you if that’s your reaction. Can I also assume you wouldn't mind taking it if I ever got you in my shower like that?” I ask hesitantly. I don't know how to ask someone if they’re a top or a bottom, especially a man like Tucker who’s usually so commanding and seems to like being in charge.
But the way he turned to putty for me just by describing these fantasies to him has me wondering if I’d get to fulfill them.
“You have no idea.” He chuckles an amused sound. “There’s nothing I want more than to take it from someone like you.”
I smile at that confirmation. The earnest tone of his voice and the look he sends my way lights me up and makes me feel alive in a way nothing has in years. I would fight every enforcer in the league to keep him looking at me like that.
He inhales a deep, shuddering breath and gives me a soft smile. “Clean up and get some rest, Sebastian.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Tucker.”
“That you will,” he says before he shakes his head with a bewildered smile and ends the call.