Chapter 7 Elijah #2
He walks back toward me, lifting his phone off the counter.
“No! Don’t end the call. I want to watch.” I laugh.
“I’m not, I’m not. I’ve got an idea.” He smirks, his voice playful and daring. Walking over to the shower from the other side, he slips through.
“You’re going to get your phone wet.” I smile, shaking my head. I slip my arm around my head and prop my phone up on my chest. The ache in my pants only reminds me how badly I wish I were there with him right now.
“Would you just trust me?” Voice husky as he teases me.
Tobias props his phone on the small ledge beside the showerhead, carefully nudging the shampoos, conditioner, and body wash I know are there to angle his phone just right—for me.
“Such a good boy.” I wink.
Tobias huffs a laugh as he steps under the stream. I get a full view of the water streaming down over his face and down over his hair as he runs his fingers through his soaked locks. He grabs the body soap from the ledge, squeezes out a generous amount, and begins lathering up.
“Slower.” The order sounds more like a plea as soon as it leaves my lips.
“I wish you were here.” He mutters, almost to himself. His eyes are closed, and I can see the relief the warm water is giving him.
I sit back and relax, watching how the suds run over his chest, finding its way down through the creases of his abs. Unfortunately, that’s where the video cuts off, but that’s okay. I’ll take what I can get.
I shift my hips, trying to get comfortable. “What would you be doing? If I were there?” I ask softly.
Tobias’s eyes are still closed as he absently rubs his hand over his chest.
“Anything you wanted…” His voice is low and deep, soothing my ears.
His tone makes my dick twitch. “Tell me, baby,” I groan, the ache too much. My hand moves from behind my head to my hardness through my pants, easing a little tension, but not nearly enough.
I need him.
“I’d kiss your neck, in the place that you love.” Tobias says, biting his lip.
I can’t help but smile, feeling that phantom kiss he always lays on my skin right below my ear. He’s come to know me so well. “I love it when your lips are on me. And then what?”
“I’d make my way down your chest, slowly kissing your nipples until you pull my hair,” he continues. My breath picks up as I imagine it.
“I’d keep going down, until I get to that delicious spot of skin you have between your dick and your thigh.” He smiles to himself. I know he knows how ticklish I am but he always insists on giving me hickies there. I think he loves how much I squirm underneath him when my legs wrap around his head.
Just thinking about his face in the crook of my thighs makes my dick jerk. I slide my hand underneath the waistband of my joggers. The touch immediately brings a shock to my nerves. My own hands are nowhere close to the way Tobias’s are, but they’ll have to do when he’s not close.
I watch as his hand disappears behind the phone, as if he’s holding onto the wall, while the other hand has drifted off the screen in front below him. I can tell by the steady flex of his bicep that he’s begun stroking himself.
I don’t even have to completely see it to know and it’s driving me insane. I feel a burn of jealousy stir in my stomach that it’s not my hand bringing him relief and it makes me all the more hard.
“Fuck, T. Do you still have the lube in there?” I pant, steadily stroking my dick. I sit up more on the bed, my back resting on my wall to get more comfortable. I balance the phone on my left knee.
He opens his eyes to look at the shelf below the shampoos and conditioners and nods his head. I already knew it’d be there since we always keep one in there for…well, times like these.
“Pour it on your fingers. Get them all nice and wet for me.” I breathe. He looks at me through his eyelashes as water drips off of his face.
“Or what?” He asks, testing my patience.
I sit up, stunned. “You’ve never spoken back to me. Don’t start now.”
A sexy laugh erupts from his throat as he squirts some lube out onto his hand. “I like being good for you too much.” He closes his eyes and leans forward. I watch as his sexy throat fills the screen. I know he’s rimming his hole since his breathing starts stuttering.
“That’s it.” I begin stroking again as I watch his throat swallow deeply. “Back up for me. I need to see more of you.”
Tobias obliges, moving towards the shower doors.
Turning away from me, I watch as he rests one arm on the glass to keep him upright as the other stretches behind him, as he fucks his own ass with his fingers.
I can see everything now and it’s magnificent.
He turns his face to look at me and the sight takes my breath away.
He looks wet and fully dazed. His dick stands at full attention, proudly before him, as his hand moves in and out of him.
“There you go. Nice and slow.” I moan. “Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful, baby.” I’m thrusting into my hand, the tip of my dick leaking at the sight of him. I don’t have any lube immediately near me so I’m not even going to bother. Nothing is going to break my view from this.
Tobias leans his head on his arm. It’s clearly getting to be too much.
“What are you thinking about? Talk to me.” I beg.
“You. Always you,” he moans. “My tongue fucking your ass.”
My mouth goes slack as my eyebrows raise. I never would have thought that’s where his train of thought was.
“Tell me more. ” I breathe. The throbbing in my dick is becoming too much. I need this to last. I shift my hand to my balls, massaging and tugging them slowly just as Tobias always does it.
“Feeling how tight you are against my tongue.” He breathes. He moves his hand from his ass to stroking his dick. Normally I’d tell him to move his hand back but I’m too wound tight to even care. “Slowly loosening you up until you let me in.” He exhales deeply. “Fuck, I love how tight you are.”
A huge wave of pleasure rushes over my whole body at his words. I dig my feet into the bed to stop myself from spilling right then and there.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, biting my bottom lip so hard. I’m right on the edge. I see Tobias, eyebrows furrowed as he jerks himself.
“Turn around. Watch me come for you.” I gasp. I flip the camera around so he can see my hand wrapped around my dick. I watch his expression change from frustrated to relieved at the sight of my throbbing dick filling the screen.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he moans, tipping his head back onto the glass. His eyes flutter closed, as the orgasm takes control.
“Look at me while you come, baby. I want to see you–” I barely finish my sentence before covering my hand.
Tobias’s whole body stiffens, his load splashing and pouring out onto the shower floor.
Mouth parted, heavy-lidded eyes on me, he squeezes his shaft slowly, watching in a blissed-out haze as I do the same.
“Flip the camera.” He says in a hushed voice, as he steps closer to the showerhead, covering himself in the spray of water once again.
I do as I’m told, tapping the screen to put the camera back on my face.
“God, you look so good.” He smiles before running the water over his face.
“Me? I’m going to be replaying that image of you in my head forever.” I smirk, still trying to catch my breath. Glancing down at the sticky wetness covering my shaft and hand, I part my lips and squeeze the last bit from the tip, a shiver running through me.
“You make a mess?” Tobias laughs from beyond the camera. He turns around in the shower, rewashing himself. “I would lick it clean for you.” He winks over his shoulder.
If only…
I let out an exaggerated groan as I imagine that glorious experience.
1 day, 2 hours, and 10 minutes.